Chapter 8

Hu Jing and Wang Meng couldn't help but sigh, Zhang Xiaopang was the kind of person who absolutely couldn't be praised. His ears had a special ability to automatically filter out the unpleasant and amplify the pleasant.

As night fell, the three young people encouraged each other and dispersed. Whether they cared or not, they were all filled with anticipation for the Holy Hall, where they would begin a new life, a world completely different from before.

Three days later, 125 new disciples waited at the entrance of the Holy Hall. They were this year's new disciples, and this number set a record for Leiguang City, where having sixty to seventy was already considered a lot.

Everyone was very excited, heads held high, chests puffed out, and the youthful pride and confidence were evident on everyone's face. Wang Meng and his two friends were no exception. At this moment, Zhang Xiaopang stood out, his eyes sparkling with a sharp light, darting around like a flying sword. Those who were scanned by his gaze would feel a sense of unease.

After a while, the fat boy sighed. Wang Meng knew him too well, "What, no luck?"

"Ah, after my appraisal, not even half as good as our Hu Jing. It seems our Hu Jing will dominate the Holy Hall!"

Zhang Xiaopang didn't forget to flatter, and indeed, Hu Jing was the focus of the entire scene. With her natural fifth layer, such a talent was extremely rare outside of cultivation families, and it was said that some cultivation families had already extended offers to her.

With the support of a cultivation family, her cultivation in the Holy Hall would be smoother, and she would have a more advantageous position in the competition. However, Hu Jing did not rush to choose.

To most people, this might be a great blessing, but Hu Jing clearly had higher goals.

"Zhang Xiaopang, can you be any more boring?" Hu Jing wasn't buying it, "But, speaking of which, this is also why the Arrow Sect elders are so optimistic about him. It's said that his eyesight is the best among this year's bow cultivators."

Zhang Xiaopang lifted his head and puffed out his chest, raising his eyebrows proudly to make his bright eyes even more prominent.

Just as the group of young people's voices grew louder, a rumbling sound echoed, and the usually closed doors of the Holy Hall opened, revealing four people at the entrance.

Two of them were the bearded elder and the handsome elder who had decided Wang Meng's fate during the final test. There was also a muscular man, clearly a body cultivator, and a mature woman whose elegant demeanor made the girls present envious.

The entire scene fell silent, and the gazes turned respectful. In the cultivation world, status was determined entirely by ability.

Four golden swords, each with a life mark of over forty layers, were like gods to these cultivation novices.

"I am Xu Huang of the Sword Sect, and I will be your guide for the next period of cultivation. Now, split up and stand in front of your respective masters."

Xu Huang's voice was domineering, and the sword cultivator novices immediately stood on his side.

"I am Wan Jing of the Arrow Sect, bow cultivators, come to me."

Wan Jing's voice was still cold, which was probably a characteristic of bow cultivators—cold and sharp-eyed.

When Zhang Xiaopang followed the group to stand in front of Wan Jing, the surrounding bow cultivators all looked at him.

"What are you looking at? Who says a fat person can't be a bow cultivator!" Zhang Xiaopang said without losing heart. When Wang Meng and Hu Jing were around, the little fat boy never knew what fear was.

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter, and even the four elders couldn't help but chuckle. This little guy, it seemed the Arrow Sect was going to be lively.

"Zhao Ya of the Talisman Sect, talisman cultivators, come over." Zhao Ya's voice was different from the previous two, like a gentle breeze, making all the pure-hearted young boys feel a bit worshipful.

Hu Jing stood at the front without hesitation.

"Body Sect, Wang Bo, the remaining ones are body cultivators. Alright, don't waste time, let's go!"

Wang Bo's voice was like a thunderclap, making everyone's heads buzz.

It wasn't intentional; body cultivators used their bodies as weapons, including their voices.

As the group of young people entered the Holy Hall, the massive doors, over thirty meters high and nearly a meter thick, were closed by Wang Bo, leaving the young people staring in amazement.

The group of body cultivators was immediately energized by Wang Bo's domineering aura, feeling a bright future ahead.

Under the lead of the four elders, the group entered the inner hall. However, everyone was stunned by the scene before them—there was nothing inside, no people, no other buildings, just an empty square.

The group began to murmur, but the four elders showed no reaction, clearly having seen this many times.

The four elders were also observing the new disciples, with the more outstanding ones like Hu Jing remaining calm, though some might already know.

Leiguang City had good primordial energy, but it was only nourishing. For growing humans, it wasn't necessarily better to have more primordial energy; if their aptitude wasn't sufficient, it could be dangerous. However, once they reached adulthood and developed life marks, the best place for cultivation would not be here.

All cultivators had a common destination: the Small Thousand World!

A radiant light enveloped the group of cultivation novices as they experienced the sensation of a teleportation array.

When the light dissipated, they had left the so-called Holy Hall. Everyone looked around in amazement, a completely different world, vast and boundless. The most striking difference was the abundant primordial energy, which was a world apart from the outside Leiguang City.

"Welcome to the Small Thousand World." Zhao Ya of the Talisman Sect smiled charmingly, and everyone enjoyed listening to her. The other three were either cold or irritable, unlike the gentle and elegant Elder Zhao Ya.

As she spoke, she took out a boat-shaped talisman from her spatial bag, flicked it with both hands, and it transformed into a giant wooden boat.

The four elders leaped aboard, and the novices, after a moment of hesitation, followed suit.

"Go!"

With Zhao Ya's melodious voice, the flying boat slowly rose, accompanied by the excitement of the young people.

"Let's go!"

With Zhao Ya's gesture, the flying boat took off, and the talisman cultivators were now in high spirits, finding it incredibly cool.

The feeling of looking down from a great height was truly wonderful. The lush, river-filled Small Thousand World was like a dream to the new cultivators.

Hu Jing couldn't help but smile. Zhao Ya was her goal, the first one she aimed to surpass!

Zhang Xiaopang looked around excitedly, but the scenery didn't really interest him.

Wang Meng...

Sweat dripped from Wang Meng's forehead. He gritted his teeth, cursing inwardly. What the hell was this? He... was afraid of heights.

As a sword cultivator, his dream was to fly on a sword, but being afraid of heights... damn it!

The four elders had clearly lived here for many years. Their apparent age wasn't necessarily their real age, which was an advantage of cultivators.