Chapter 32

"Everyone is here, Lord Zhang, please take a look. Of course, I also wish to participate in the Divine Kingdom election. If possible, I am willing to serve under your command and listen to your teachings."

Lian Chengyu respectfully said.

Zhang Yuxian cast his gaze upon Lian Chengyu and sized him up.

"Hmm? What level of cultivation have you reached?"

After all, martial artists in the Mortal Blood Realm are still in the body-strengthening stage, practicing physical techniques. The five levels of the Mortal Blood Realm are divided based on physical appearance, making it difficult to determine just by a glance whether someone has unblocked their meridians or if their bones and tendons can produce sounds.

Unless one's cultivation has reached the point where spiritual energy can be externally released, and one can perceive the physical condition of others through spiritual senses, which is known as "Opening the Heavenly Eye," only then can one judge the cultivation level of a Mortal Blood Realm warrior.

Clearly, Zhang Yuxian had not yet reached this level.

"In response to your question, Lord, I have already reached the peak of the fifth level of the Mortal Blood Realm, just one step away from the Purple Blood Realm!"

"Really?" Zhang Yuxian raised an eyebrow. "Living in a small tribe in the Great Wasteland with limited resources, yet reaching such a level, you must either have outstanding talent or some special opportunity. Either way, it's quite impressive!"

Zhang Yuxian nodded repeatedly. "You may stay!"

"Thank you for your recognition, Lord!" Lian Chengyu respectfully said, not feeling particularly elated because he knew it was only natural for him to pass Zhang Yuxian's test.

His goal was the Divine Kingdom election. If he couldn't even pass the preliminary selection, what kind of lofty ambitions could he have?

After selecting Lian Chengyu, Zhang Yuxian turned to the members of the Warrior Training Camp. He observed them for a full half an incense stick's time but felt slightly disappointed.

Apart from Lian Chengyu, no one else in the Lian Clan could catch his eye.

It seemed he would have to choose the best among the less qualified.

Although the order was to select thirty people, Zhang Yuxian had his own principles. He had no interest in teaching those who were truly terrible.

"Are there no other members of the Lian Clan who wish to participate in the Divine Kingdom election?"

Zhang Yuxian's gaze swept over the ordinary people of the Lian Clan.

Feeling Zhang Yuxian's gaze, these people became somewhat nervous. They would love to receive guidance from a legendary figure like Zhang Yuxian. However, they often struggled to even get enough to eat, let alone practice martial arts. Even if they stepped forward to register, they would likely be rejected by Zhang Yuxian.

In the end, they would only embarrass themselves and be laughed at by the entire clan.

The reaction of the people was as Lian Chengyu expected. He smiled and said, "Forgive me, Lord. All the martial artists in the clan are standing here. The rest are ordinary civilians with no particular talent. They usually work the land and gather herbs in the mountains. As for martial arts, they are not cut out for it. Please don't pay attention to these peasants, Lord. Please..."

Before Lian Chengyu could finish, an out-of-place voice rang out from the crowd, "Please move aside..."

As he spoke, a young boy pulled a little girl through the crowd.

Yi Yun had arrived late and was on the outer edge of the crowd, unlike the members of the Warrior Training Camp who had secured better positions.

"Yun'er, you..."

Jiang Xiaorou didn't understand what was happening until Yi Yun pulled her through the crowd. When they finally reached the front, she realized where they were.

Jiang Xiaorou was completely stunned. They were in the center of the square!

Seeing Zhang Yuxian standing in front of her, surrounded by the Lian Clan's elite, Jiang Xiaorou was at a loss.

At that moment, she felt Yi Yun release her hand and continue forward, stopping only when he reached the front of the Warrior Training Camp.

Jiang Xiaorou opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

Lian Chengyu's smile froze, and the members of the Warrior Training Camp were also stunned.

Zhang Yuxian looked at Yi Yun with surprise and asked, "Do you wish to register?"

"Yes, Lord!" Yi Yun's voice was short and firm.

The entire crowd fell silent, all eyes on Yi Yun in disbelief.

Is Yi Yun crazy?

Does he not know his own strength? He looks like a scrawny chicken, probably weighing less than eighty pounds. The strong men in the crowd, who didn't qualify to register, were all a hundred times stronger than him!

Besides, Yi Yun had never practiced martial arts. He almost fell to his death while gathering herbs and couldn't even chop firewood properly. And he wants to register?

The first-class male adults who were eager to register but lacked the courage were furious at seeing this young boy step forward.

"Is this kid trying to cause trouble? Does he want to die?"

People often envy and criticize those who have the courage to do what they themselves lack the courage to do. The people of the Lian Clan were no exception.

"Yi Yun, you insolent slave! What kind of occasion is this? How dare you cause trouble here! Get out of here now!"

Lian Chengyu was shocked that Yi Yun, a reckless young boy, would dare to cause a scene on such an important day.

Yi Yun was just a child, and even among children, he was the weakest. For him to dare to register for the election was clearly a joke!

This was extremely embarrassing and could damage Lian Chengyu's image in Zhang Yuxian's eyes. Zhang Yuxian might think he was incapable of managing his people, unable to control even a child.

Yi Yun glanced at Lian Chengyu calmly and responded, "In the Great Wasteland, those who lack strength are controlled by others and are slaves. In simple terms, the weak are slaves. If I am weak, it is right for others to call me a slave, and I dare not argue. But if one day, Lord Lian encounters someone stronger, he might also become a slave. What do you think, Lord Lian?"

Yi Yun's words were pointed, and Lian Chengyu's face changed, his anger reaching its peak. How dare a mere slave from a small tribe speak to him like this!

If Zhang Yuxian weren't there, Lian Chengyu would have killed Yi Yun on the spot.

"Weak are slaves?" Zhang Yuxian's lips curled into a smile as he looked at Yi Yun with interest. "Interesting. You, born in a small tribe in the Great Wasteland, have such insight. You are right. The weak are slaves, and this applies to everyone. If one day I am controlled by someone stronger, even I will become a slave."

Hearing Zhang Yuxian's words, Yi Yun was taken aback. He didn't expect Zhang Yuxian to admit so openly that he could also be controlled by someone stronger. This kind of frankness was not uncommon among great figures, but it was rare for them to show it to someone of lower status, often out of disdain.

Zhang Yuxian's approach was indeed surprising to Yi Yun.

Lian Chengyu's anger was stifled by Zhang Yuxian's words. With the elite of the Jinlong Guard acknowledging it, he dared not say anything more.

However, this did not mean Lian Chengyu would tolerate Yi Yun's disruption. He said to Zhang Yuxian, "Lord Envoy, this boy named Yi Yun is a lowly herb gatherer in our clan. He has never practiced martial arts. He is here purely to mock you. I will remove him immediately. Please forgive me for my poor management, which has caused this embarrassment."

Lian Chengyu was not angry because he feared Yi Yun challenging his status but because Yi Yun had embarrassed him in front of Zhang Yuxian.

To his surprise, Zhang Yuxian was not bothered. He pointed to a spot and said to Yi Yun, "You are quite amusing, child. Stand over there. I will see if you are suitable for martial arts later."

Although Zhang Yuxian appreciated Yi Yun, he did not take him too seriously. In his view, among the people of the Great Wasteland, those suitable for martial arts were rare. Since Yi Yun had the courage to step forward, he would test him.

With Zhang Yuxian's words, Lian Chengyu could only glare at Yi Yun with resentment and say nothing more.

"Thank you, Lord."

Yi Yun thanked him respectfully and stood beside the Warrior Training Camp. Coincidentally, he ended up next to Zhao Tiezhu.

This was because Zhao Tiezhu was now close to Lian Chengyu and had become the unofficial leader of the Warrior Training Camp, standing at the front. So, when Yi Yun joined, he naturally stood next to Zhao Tiezhu.

As a result, Yi Yun was now at the front.

Zhao Tiezhu was not annoyed by this. Why would he be? What was his status and strength compared to Yi Yun, a little fool?

He was destined to enter the city and become a great figure, a retainer of a noble family. Why bother with a fool?

"Little slave, are you here to make a joke?"

Zhao Tiezhu's face was full of mockery as he waited to see Yi Yun humiliated.

Yi Yun ignored him and stood with his hands behind his back, saying nothing.

At this moment, Zhang Yuxian began selecting people. No one knew his criteria, but they were all ready to show their best.

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