The whispers among the disciples grew louder, a hushed storm of speculation and awe.
"Look, look... it's them."
"Yes... but He isn't here."
"You're right. The Top Disciple of the Outer Sect is absent... but still, Nine of them ca."
"Did the Second Phenonon catch their attention? Are they here to uncover the one responsible?"
"Or perhaps... they ca to assess a Potential Rival for the Upcoming Competition."
"That would make sense. After all, Yi Ran and Zi Chen possess Extraordinary Physiques. If soone else has awakened a Unique Constitution, they'd naturally want to know."
"Yes, Yi Ran possesses the Ethereal Lotus Saber Physique, a Sacred-Grade Physique. While Zi Chen wields the rciless Demon Sword Body, a Mystical-Grade Physique."
"Yi Ran... even with her veil on, she exudes an almost Divine Aura. To think she only awakened her physique a few months ago...
And yet, she's already risen to the rank of Second among Outer Disciples. If she continues cultivating at this rate, she could easily claim the Top Spot in just a few months."
"Bah! Stop spouting nonsense, you fanboy! There's still Yang Lie, a possessor of a Heavenly-Grade Physique, and Yang Mi too."
"Not to ntion the Current Top Disciple of the Outer Sect. He is also very strong. And let's not forget that Mysterious Constitution Possessor... Nothing is guaranteed in this sect."
"Say whatever you want. My Yi Ran is Unmatched!"
"You're not wrong, though. This year's Inner Sect Disciple Selection Ceremony is going to be more intense than ever."
Suddenly—
A blinding white light flared from the front, illuminating the disciples' faces and silencing their chatter in an instant.
"Quiet down, you brats! The Artifact has been activated! Step forward, one by one!"
The Minor Elder's voice bood with Authority.
In a mont—
One by one, disciples stepped forward, placing their hands on the glowing orb.
As each palm t its surface, the orb flared with various colors—Each Hue revealing a disciple's ranking in Physique, Constitution, Spiritual Roots, and Bones.
The artifact didn't rely identify that traits; it Unraveled Unknown Details, exposing Hidden Intricacies of their Abilities and how to Refine them more Efficiently.
But for those who possessed nothing special... the orb remained Dull and Lifeless.
"Hao Jue—Advanced-Grade Spiritual Roots detected. You are not the individual we seek. Next!"
The Minor Elder's voice was sharp and unwavering.
"Minor Elder, please wait!"
Hao Jue took a step forward, desperation flickering in his eyes.
"Let see more of the Unknown Details—I don't fully understand my Spiritual Roots!"
"You've already seen its na here. If you seek further knowledge, visit the Sect's Library," the elder responded dismissively.
"I've already been there!" Hao Jue protested.
"I've read every book I could find on my spiritual roots, but none contained this level of detail! This orb is showing sothing far beyond what's recorded!"
The Minor Elder narrowed his eyes. "So, you have already learned the na of your ability from the Assessnt Hall?"
"Yes, Minor Elder! Please, just a little more ti!"
A mont of silence. Then—
"Fine. Do it quickly."
"Thank you very much, Minor Elder!"
As more disciples tested the orb, murmurs spread through the crowd. So had newly awakened abilities, gaining valuable insights that could refine their cultivation paths.
Others walked away disappointed, their dreams of greatness shattered by an unresponsive artifact.
Yet, amidst it all, Reon stood motionless, deep in thought.
His brows furrowed.
Sothing Feels Off...
"The artifact in the novel... a Legendary-Grade treasure... never revealed this level of Detail. It only Identified Abilities and provided so Basic Information—never the Deeper chanics of how they Functioned or how to Cultivate them more Effectively."
He clenched his fists.
What in the world is happening here?
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In the upper floors of the Security Pavilion, nine figures sat in silence, their expressions unreadable.
They watched the disciple appraisal below, their gazes sharp, waiting with barely contained anticipation for the appearance of the mysterious individual.
Each one seed to be considering sothing far beyond the surface.
One of them finally spoke, breaking the stillness.
"Brothers and Sisters, what do you think? Is that person really from our Outer Sect? I have my doubts," he murmured, his tone laced with uncertainty.
"Well, one of them is definitely from the Outer Sect, so there's a possibility the second one could be too," another replied, his voice calm, yet hinting at curiosity.
"I agree. It's entirely possible that both are from the Outer Sect," a third voice chid in.
"I don't care if they're from the Outer or Inner Sect," said a bulky figure, his voice thick with impatience.
"I just want to face them in battle. The mont I witnessed those two phenona, sothing in my brain—my instincts—told they're the kind of opponents worth fighting.
A quiet pause lingered before another voice spoke, softer yet equally intent.
"What do you think, Zi Chen and Yi Ran?"
Zi Chen, his posture proud and his eyes sharp, spoke first.
"I've beco intrigued by this individual, so I'm here to confirm their face. But my true focus? It's on Yang Lie—the one with the Heavenly Peerless Sword Body. I'm eager to test my sword against his."
Yi Ran remained silent, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground, her expression unreadable.
Her stillness seed out of place in the room of rising tension, yet it felt deliberate—an ominous quiet that left More Questions Than Answers.
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