Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

”Make way!”

Just as everyone was waiting in a long line, a group of young men and women in fine robes strode to the front, laughing and talking. They shoved the first few people in line behind them.

The man at the very front was a renowned genius in his own country. His brow furrowed when he saw them cutting in. ”What do you think you’re doing? If you want to register, get in the back of the line.”

The leader of the group, a young man in fine robes, found this amusing. He looked at the man. ”And where are you from?”

”Bamboo Spring Country!” the man declared proudly.

”Bamboo Spring Country?” The young man in fine robes stroked his chin, pretending to think. Suddenly, he shot his arm out and threw a punch.

The man from Bamboo Spring Country had no time to react and was sent flying.

Everyone was stunned. They hadn’t expected the finely-robed young man to attack right here, and with such speed.

Lan Feng glanced over, instantly understanding the situation. She feigned ignorance and went back to resting with her eyes closed, but just then, something caught her eye. Her expression brightened.

The finely-robed young man sneered. ”Bamboo Spring Country? What backwater hole is that? I am Bai Shishuang of the Luocheng Ancient Country. If you’ve got a problem with that, come find me.”

Luocheng Ancient Country?

At the mention of their origin, the surrounding crowd couldn’t help but shrink back, a hint of fear in their eyes.

The companions of the finely-robed youth snickered, their gazes mocking the man from Bamboo Spring Country who lay on the ground.

Hearing the young man’s identity, the face of the genius from Bamboo Spring Country changed, flushing a deep, mottled red.

”Get lost!” the finely-robed young man barked.

The genius from Bamboo Spring Country scrambled to his feet and scurried to the very end of the line.

HAHAHAHA!

Seeing the man from Bamboo Spring Country flee in disgrace, the group from Luocheng Ancient Country erupted in laughter.

The finely-robed young man then turned to the black-robed disciple from the Celestial Profound Sect and announced, ”Bai Shishuang. Bone Age: twenty-two. Cultivation: Yin-Yang Realm Fifth Layer Heaven!”

Yin-Yang Realm Fifth Layer Heaven!

Hearing Bai Shishuang’s declaration, the crowd was stunned, their faces masks of astonishment.

The black-robed disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect nodded. ”Registered Disciple. Go wait over there.”

Basking in the crowd’s admiring gazes, the young man from Luocheng Ancient Country strode laughing to join the other registered disciples.

Cheng Yu clicked his tongue under his breath. ”This guy from Luocheng Ancient Country is incredible—Yin-Yang Realm Fifth Layer Heaven. But he’s way too arrogant.”

”Yeah,” Yann Xiangyang nodded, seeming somewhat distracted.

Nie Shuang, standing nearby, shook his head. ”When you have that kind of strength, you can be as arrogant as you want.”

Wen Qingye simply kept his calm gaze fixed forward, not saying a word.

Before long, it was Nie Shuang’s turn.

”Name?”

Nie Shuang gritted his teeth. ”Nie Shuang. Bone Age: twenty-three. Cultivation: Refining Spirit Fifth Layer Heaven.”

The Celestial Profound Sect disciple looked up, his brow crinkling slightly. ”Such poor aptitude? Servant disciple. Wait over there.”

At the disciple’s words, the light in Nie Shuang’s eyes dimmed. He slowly walked over to the designated area.

”Name?”

”Cheng Yu. Age: twenty-two. Cultivation: Refining Spirit Fourth Layer.”

”Servant disciple. Over there.”

”Name?”

”Yann Xiangyang. Age: nineteen. Cultivation: Refining Spirit Second Layer Heaven.”

”Servant disciple!”

The Celestial Profound Sect disciple’s eyes lit up for a moment when he saw Yann Xiangyang, but his verdict was just as merciless.

Yann Xiangyang headed toward Nie Shuang and Cheng Yu. Just then, Yann Chuxue stepped forward.

The Celestial Profound Sect disciple was taken aback by Yann Chuxue, thinking to himself, ’What a graceful woman.’

When Lan Feng saw Yann Chuxue, for some unknown reason, she felt a stir of interest.

Yann Chuxue’s expression was placid as her red lips parted slightly. ”Yann Chuxue. Bone Age: twenty-one. Cultivation: peak of the Refining Spirit Fourth Layer.”

Snapping out of his daze, the Celestial Profound Sect disciple heard her words and began, ”Servant...”

”Hold on.”

Just then, Lan Feng walked over. She gave Yann Chuxue a look and said, ”My Purple Bamboo Peak is taking this one. It’s no longer your concern.”

Wen Qingye’s head snapped up, his gaze locking onto Lan Feng.

At that same moment, Lan Feng’s eyes were also sweeping over the group from the Celestial Martial Country.

’She’s using her Heart Spirit to probe me? I didn’t think she’d know such a Secret Skill. Her Primordial Spirit Cultivation is impressive.’ Wen Qingye’s face remained impassive, but inwardly, he was on high alert.

’Does she have ill intentions?’

’But how dare she probe my Primordial Spirit?’

Wen Qingye committed Lan Feng to memory. The Primordial Spirit was a person’s most intimate secret. Lan Feng’s brazen intrusion into his could not have come from a place of kindness.

If his own Primordial Spirit hadn’t been so powerful, he never would have noticed.

Upon hearing this, the Celestial Profound Sect disciple quickly nodded. ”Of course, Aunt Lan Feng.”

Yann Chuxue looked on, bewildered, with no idea what Lan Feng’s words meant.

Lan Feng smiled warmly at Yann Chuxue. ”Come here, little one.”

Yann Chuxue instinctively glanced back at Wen Qingye. He said softly, ”Go on.”

”Be careful!”

Wen Qingye’s voice suddenly sounded in Yann Chuxue’s ear, a message it seemed only she could hear. Her expression didn’t change, but she gave a subtle nod before slowly walking to Lan Feng’s side.

”Next! Name? Bone Age? Cultivation?”

”Wen Qingye. Bone Age: twenty. Cultivation: Refining Spirit Seventh Layer Heaven.”

The Celestial Profound Sect disciple nodded upon hearing Wen Qingye’s report. ”You pass. Registered Disciple. Go wait over there.”

Wen Qingye nodded and walked over to the waiting area for registered disciples.

Just then, a voice called out from the east. ”Aunt Lan Feng, there’s a nineteen-year-old here at the Yin-Yang Realm Third Layer. Is his aptitude enough to be made a Core Disciple directly?”

Lan Feng nodded. ”Barely. Make a note of his name.”

Hearing this, the crowd was stunned. ’A nineteen-year-old genius in the Yin-Yang Realm is only *barely* qualified to be a Core Disciple?’

Time passed quickly, and before long, most of the candidates had been assigned.

Yann Xiangyang, Cheng Yu, Nie Shuang, and the others were led away.

One of the Celestial Profound Sect disciples walked up to Wen Qingye’s group, pointed at him and a few others, and said, ”You lot, come with me.”

Wen Qingye and the others followed the disciple, who then summoned his Flying Spiritual Artifact.

It was a Mid-Level King Grade flying ship. The vessel expanded before their eyes, and everyone boarded.

”Rise!”

As the Celestial Profound Sect disciple formed the hand seals of a Magic Technique, the flying ship began to rise.

Above the sea of clouds, a vast, misty expanse stretched in all directions.

”The Celestial Profound Mountain Domain is enormous! To think the outer region alone is this magnificent and vast...” The young talents from the various countries stood on the ship, taking in the surrounding scenery, unable to suppress their gasps of awe.

The Celestial Profound Sect disciple wasn’t surprised by their reactions. He simply chuckled. ”Becoming a Registered Disciple means your aptitude is decent. In the future, you may have a chance to become a Core Disciple. Now, I’ll go over a few important points with you.”

At this, everyone pricked up their ears and listened intently.

”My name is Xu Mao, and you can call me Brother Xu. I’m a Fourth Generation Core Disciple. You are now registered disciples of the Celestial Profound Sect, which makes you Fifth Generation Disciples. Don’t think the recent assignments were too arbitrary; they’re just temporary groupings based on your initial performance. There’s a ranking list for registered disciples—and only for registered disciples—that ranks you all by strength. Cultivation resources are distributed according to this ranking. Of course, the first month is an exception. Everyone will receive the same resources. In a moment, I will give each of you a Token corresponding to your cultivation-based rank. The list itself is posted on the outer Celestial Profound Mountain.”

Xu Mao paused before continuing, ”You can challenge anyone ranked higher than you. If you win, you exchange Tokens with them. Resources are distributed at the end of each month, at which time you will also be awarded Sect Contribution Points. The middle of the month is the Sect’s technique impartation day.”

At this, Xu Mao took out several Bamboo Scrolls and handed them to the group. ”This is the Celestial Profound Sect’s introductory Cultivation Technique, the Celestial Profound Technique. This scroll only contains the first three layers. You’ll have to use Sect Contribution Points to redeem the rest. The Celestial Profound Technique can increase the speed at which you absorb Primordial Qi, and this effect grows stronger with each successive layer.”

Hearing this, everyone eagerly accepted the Bamboo Scrolls. Coming from small countries, they’d never had access to such cultivation techniques.

Xu Mao looked at them seriously. ”In a moment, I will assign you to your posts in the outer area. All outer disciples live together in the Celestial Profound Villa, located at the foot of the outer mountains. As outer disciples, you will all have certain sect chores to perform. You must remember to complete them on time. This is a form of training. If you fail, not only will you forfeit your resource allocation, but you will also face severe punishment.”

Seeing Xu Mao’s grave expression, everyone nodded in understanding.