Back in the midst of the bustling crowd, the expressions of the people around were normal. After all, only a few had seen Ye Qiu’s fierce thods just now; the majority were still worried about entering the sect.
To enter a sect, you must et the minimum requirents of that sect’s disciple selection.
Ye Qiu noticed an instrunt specifically designed to test talent, accompanied by an elder scrutinizing the testers; he could tell their bone age at a glance. This kind of examination couldn’t be fooled even if Ye Qiu turned his face into a baby face; the bone age was there, unchangeable.
In front of every sect, there were long queues, waiting for testing and selection, only those who passed could stay.
Ye Qiu saw so people leaving in tears, obviously disqualified.
People wanting to enter the sect ca from all age groups.
Isn’t there a maximum age limit of twenty?
Upon hearing Ye Qiu’s doubt, the chubby guide ahead explained, "Actually, among these people, at least half will be eliminated."
"Oh? Then why do they participate in the test knowing they’ll be eliminated?"
Seeing Ye Qiu looking like a novice, the chubby man thought Ye Qiu must have co from so secluded mountain forest, completely unaware of worldly matters.
"Not every position in a sect is filled by martial artists. Imagine, for chores like cleaning and cooking, does it have to be martial artists doing them?" the chubby man said.
Ye Qiu’s mind stirred, suddenly understanding that sects also needed a certain number of ordinary people to take care of martial artists’ daily lives, ensuring they didn’t waste ti on trivial matters, allowing them to focus on cultivation and improve efficiency.
"Even for sweeping floors and cleaning toilets, many people are eager to do it, even scrambling for the opportunity," the chubby man sighed.
"Oh? Is this kind of work really so sought after?" Ye Qiu was sowhat speechless.
The chubby man continued, "Of course, many people don’t have talent for martial arts; only a few possess such talent. But what about those without talent? They are unwilling to remain ordinary, so they start as servants. If they’re lucky, they might get so cultivation techniques or pills, perhaps reaching the threshold of being a martial artist. Even if none of this happens, being a servant to a powerful person has its own prestige."
The chubby man’s words made Ye Qiu ponder seriously, realizing his previous understanding of the holand was too shallow.
From the chubby man’s words, Ye Qiu discerned that the survival rules in the holand were far harsher than imagined.
It’s not easy for ordinary people to beco martial artists. Apart from a few special opportunities, entering a sect is the only route. Relying on oneself to beco a peerless expert is extrely rare.
Moreover, many people don’t have talent in martial arts, so they have to find alternate paths, like being servants or becoming the servant of a strong person. This could possibly offer a chance.
The chubby man noticed Ye Qiu staring, feeling a bit scared. "Expert, why are you staring at ?"
"I’m thinking why you haven’t chosen to be a servant; it’s better than selling these guides, deceiving people," Ye Qiu said.
"Everyone has their preferred way of life. I lack the talent, and I’m unwilling to bow and scrape. Selling these things might not make wealthy, but it supports my family, and that’s enough," the chubby man replied, giving Ye Qiu a feeling of being untainted amidst the mud, pure yet not showy.
Indeed, everyone has their own preferred lifestyle. Even though this is an era of flourishing martial arts, ultimately, one should live the way they desire.
"Alright, take to see the sect with no age restriction," Ye Qiu prompted, returning to the topic.
"Sure, not far," the chubby man smiled and continued leading.
The further they walked, the fewer people they encountered.
In front of so sects, only two people were testing, making it appear very desolate.
Ye Qiu suspected the sect the chubby man was leading him to might not be a prestigious one; otherwise, it wouldn’t be so lacking in popularity.
Ye Qiu asked, and the chubby man imdiately denied, saying this sect was different, with high social status, even martial artists respected it.
This made Ye Qiu more curious. No age restriction, with not many people going—this was indeed peculiar.
When Ye Qiu arrived at the location the chubby man ntioned for the sect exam, he finally understood which sect the chubby man ant by not restricting age.
Dan Shen Sect!
What an extravagant na, clearly related to alchemy!
However, in such a grand sect, there were only three examiners: an old man and two youths.
Compared to other sects with a dozen or even twenty examiners, it was extrely few.
Seeing the chubby man bringing Ye Qiu over, stopping in front of his sect, the old man’s eyes lit up, stood up from his chair, and walked over with a smile, "Do the two of you want to join my Dan Shen Sect?"
The chubby man quickly shook his head, saying, "Not , him."
Ye Qiu noticed the chubby man quickly distancing himself, stirring him slightly, but his face remained calm, "Does your sect truly have no age restrictions for disciples?"
"Of course, our Dan Shen Sect is one of the three major sects in Qingshan County. This rule hasn’t been changed since it was set. Do you want to beco an alchemist?"
Ye Qiu felt this so-called Dan Shen Sect seed unreliable, claiming to be one of the three major sects, yet the other two had disciples queued in long lines. It’s too deserted here.
These words were hard to say to his face; it would be a slap to say them aloud. However, he was quite interested in alchemy sects of his holand. On Earth, he learned alchemy by himself. Now, there’s a professional alchemy sect right here, which should aid him. With his formidable soul body, he believed he could quickly master creating Saint-grade pills, and with pill support, he thought it wouldn’t take long to advance to the Saint Realm. At that point, he could avenge his won and newly born son.
"Besides this offer, there’s no talent test?" Ye Qiu asked.
"Talent test? No need, no need, I see your unique physique, you must be exceptionally gifted. Today, you’re welco to join my Dan Shen Sect," the old man said, patting Ye Qiu’s shoulder with a smile, his face’s wrinkles almost falling to the ground.
Is that possible!
The chubby man beside was stunned; he recalled Dan Shen Sect had high talent requirents. How did it abandon even this rule now?
Has Dan Shen Sect reached a desperate state for recruits?
Thinking this, the chubby man cautiously eyed Ye Qiu, feeling once Ye Qiu knew Dan Shen Sect accepted anyone, he might chase him down for miles.
Preserving himself, he decided to escape.
The chubby man seized the mont to slip away, but before he took two steps, Ye Qiu’s voice echoed in his mind.
"If you leave, I’ll break your legs."
Frightened, the chubby man stood obediently.
Ye Qiu said to the old man, "Can I bring a servant into the sect?"
"Of course, of course, bring as many as you like," the old man replied with a smile.
Ye Qiu said to the chubby man, "Let’s go."
The chubby man was dumbfounded; when did he beco Ye Qiu’s servant? Wasn’t it just a trick for one star coin? Wasn’t necessary to pledge his entire self?
The chubby man was miserable.
anwhile, the old man from Dan Shen Sect kept rubbing his hands, feeling jubilant. His Dan Shen Sect finally had fresh blood.
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