The originally noisy scene quieted down in an instant.
The Immortal Sect disciples arrived, signaling the official start of the recruitnt test.
Though they were still mortals, even if they believed they could eventually beco part of the Immortal Sect, right now they remained insignificant. In the presence of immortals, they were like ants. If they weren’t cautious, the consequences would be unbearable.
"So powerful."
Lin Fan raised his head to look. Just the sound earlier had caused his inner energy to stir chaotically.
If the other party used that as an attack technique...
Only a few people would remain standing, and he would undoubtedly be one of them.
Above the elevated platform.
A man descended slowly on an Immortal Sword, making the hearts of those participating in the test tremble with awe. Immortal techniques—this was the true thod of the immortals.
"Sword Immortal?"
Lin Fan looked on in confusion but quickly dismissed the thought.
How could it possibly be a Sword Immortal?
It was more likely that the person hadn’t reached the level of Sky Crossing Void and needed external assistance to fly.
After landing, the flying sword under the man’s feet circled once around his body with a swoosh before directly returning to its sheath.
"The recruitnt test for disciples by the Taiwu Immortal Sect in Dawn City officially begins."
"In previous years, those with spiritual roots, even mixed spiritual roots, could qualify as nial disciples. But this year, there’s a change. Only first-grade spiritual roots will be considered qualified. Everyone line up. The tests will be conducted in groups."
"Begin."
As his words fell.
The man walked directly to the highest position on the platform, sat on the elevated chair, and looked over the crowd below, quietly waiting.
Though the possibility of producing a prodigy was almost non-existent, he still held onto so hope.
Soon, several Immortal Sect disciples in sect robes erged from behind to maintain order, dividing the participants into groups for simultaneous testing.
Lin Fan stood among the crowd, feeling slightly nervous. Others might not know, but he was well aware that he lacked spiritual roots.
A commotion stirred up among the participants around him.
They hadn’t expected the standards for this year’s test to be raised.
Perhaps the Taiwu Immortal Sect already had too many disciples, and this year they decided to cut back on recruitnt, focusing on spiritual root grades instead.
At this mont.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Confused, he turned around. "What’s up?"
The young man behind him appeared visibly nervous. "Brother, do you have spiritual roots?"
"I don’t know." Lin Fan rolled his eyes, feeling uncomfortable. Lying really made him uncomfortable.
The young man whispered hesitantly, "To be honest, I have spiritual roots, but I’m afraid I won’t get selected. Though I know deep down it’s impossible for to fail, I’m still worried. Brother, do you think the test this ti will be very strict?"
Lin Fan had initially intended to chat with the guy seriously, but upon hearing this, he imdiately turned back around.
He wasn’t willing to waste another word.
Idiot.
If not for this being the Immortal Sect recruitnt site, he would’ve kicked this guy to death.
It felt just like a school exam, where an academic prodigy says to an underachiever, "I’m so nervous. Even though I’m always the top scorer, I’m still nervous about this test. I know I’ll still be first this year, but I’m worried."
The young man noticed Lin Fan ignoring him, asked a few more tis, and seeing no response, turned to chat with soone else.
Suddenly.
A voice ca from where people were being tested ahead.
"Innate Realm, one hundred years of Inner Strength, excellent martial arts aptitude."
In an instant.
The crowd erupted in exclamations, followed by murmured discussions.
"Amazing, soone actually reached the Innate Realm with a hundred years of inner strength! If he has spiritual roots, he could join the Immortal Sect and imdiately transcend mortality."
"To be so young and have such inner strength—imagine how many rare treasures he must’ve consud. Must be the scion of a prestigious family."
"I wonder what grade his spiritual roots will be. It better not be high-grade roots; that would just totally crush everyone’s hopes."
On the testing platform.
The man lifted his head confidently. When the proctor announced his details, he felt as if countless gazes converged on him.
They were envious looks.
He had grown accustod to this.
"Now it’s ti to test your spiritual roots. Don’t be nervous, just place your hands on the surface of the mirror," the proctor spoke to the man warmly.
If the test revealed spiritual roots, even if they weren’t high-grade, a third grade root or higher would still be extraordinary.
In the Immortal Sect, he’d undoubtedly hold a higher status than the proctor in the future.
So it was necessary to maintain a good relationship.
With a confident smile, the man said, "I understand."
He then placed his hands on the mirror, already envisioning the grade of his spiritual roots—seven or eight would be fine, nine wouldn’t be an issue either.
All the participants glanced up.
This was the first Innate Realm martial artist with full inner strength to appear so far.
Gradually.
The atmosphere turned strange.
The proctor’s brows furrowed as he examined the mirror that tested spiritual roots, which showed no reaction.
"Don’t be nervous; try again. There might’ve been a mistake," the proctor said.
"Yes, I must’ve been too nervous." Initially, the man had been calm, but now, faced with this situation, his composure cracked. It didn’t make sense. He couldn’t believe he lacked spiritual roots—he was surely just too stressed.
Taking a deep breath, he placed his hands back on the surface.
The mirror still didn’t respond.
The proctor inspected it closely, then said expressionlessly, "Innate Realm, full inner strength, no spiritual roots—disqualified. Next."
The difference between his earlier warm deanor and his current cold tone was stark.
"Impossible."
"It’s absolutely impossible—sothing must’ve gone wrong."
"I’m so young, already at full Inner Strength in the Innate Realm, with exceptional martial arts aptitude—how could I lack spiritual roots? This can’t be right."
The man scread, unable to accept the result.
Whizz!
An Immortal Sect disciple appeared behind the man, struck him unconscious with one blow, then dragged him off the platform.
The proctor said, "Spiritual root testing doesn’t make mistakes. You may be highly gifted in martial arts, but without spiritual roots, you can’t join the Immortal Sect—that’s the rule. Anyone who causes further disturbances will face severe punishnt."
"The test continues. Next."
The surrounding participants quieted down.
No one had expected that such a gifted individual would suffer such a tragic fate. Despite his martial arts prowess, he lacked spiritual roots. If he at least had mixed roots, even if he didn’t qualify here, he could try other sects.
But being entirely rootless ant he had no chance with any Immortal Sect.
He would forever remain an ordinary mortal.
"Damn! So harsh."
Lin Fan felt an inexplicable panic. No spiritual roots ant being worthless, which made him... worthless.
Was there even a point in continuing the test?
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