After a short wait, Nebula Pavilion's entrance examination finally began. Lin Feng, Yu Fan, Han Shuo, Mo Shaoxie, Lan Yang, Lan Qianqian, and a dozen others headed towards Nebula Pavilion.
The road was bustling with people coming and going. Every year, when Nebula Pavilion recruited new disciples, it was the most lively event.
Along the way, Wu Yang, Xue Xun, Yang Yu, and the others were excitedly discussing the Nebula Pavilion entrance examination that was about to begin. They had high hopes for this examination and hoped to successfully join Nebula Pavilion.
Only by joining a top force like Nebula Pavilion could they have a meteoric rise in the future and become a true expert.
Nebula Pavilion was usually not open to the public, but today it was open to the public. Upon entering Nebula Pavilion, one could see layers upon layers of courtyards and enormous halls in the distance. They were built magnificently and filled with dignity.
Moreover, the spirit energy within Nebula Pavilion was abundant. The density of the spirit energy here was at least two to three times that of the outside world.
Song Caijie said, "I heard that Nebula Pavilion's outer courtyard also has a powerful spirit formation master who set up a Spirit Gathering Formation. The density of the spirit energy here is about three times that of the outside world."
"This is really the best place to cultivate." Sun Yaer said excitedly.
Mo Shaocong smiled and said, "Sister Ya 'er, this is only the outer courtyard. If we can become inner disciples, then core disciples can enter Nebula Pavilion's ancestral grounds to cultivate. That place is protected by the dragon veins and is truly a cultivation holy land. The density of the spirit energy there is at least ten times or even dozens of times that of the outside world."
Everyone immediately revealed looks of envy and yearning.
After entering Nebula Pavilion, someone led everyone to a large courtyard to register. The registration process was also divided into different situations. For example, there was a registration area where there were very few people. They were all disciples of large aristocratic families, and there were at least Yin Yang Realm experts in their families.
Disciples of small families, wandering cultivators, and some disciples of miners under Nebula Pavilion all registered separately.
Currently, Lin Feng and Yu Fan were wandering cultivators.
Han Shuo was a miner's child.
In order to encourage the miners who worked for them (basically, all villages worked for Nebula Pavilion's mines), Nebula Pavilion would reward these "mining villages" with a chance to participate in Nebula Pavilion's disciple examination every once in a while. The larger the population, the stronger the village was, the shorter the time limit of the quota.
Some of the smaller villages might only be able to obtain one such quota every many years.
Han Shuo's village had been mining for Nebula Pavilion's spirit mine and had been rewarded with a test quota. Han Shuo had obtained such a quota.
"Are you all rogue cultivators? And the son of a miner? " Sun Yaer looked at Lin Feng and Yu Fan in astonishment, then glanced at Han Shuo in the distance. She couldn't help but curl her lips, a trace of disdain appearing on the corner of her mouth. Although her family was only a small one, there were a few tenth layer Martial King experts in her family. Perhaps one day, one of their elders would break through to the Yin-Yang realm, and their family would be promoted to a quasi-aristocratic family.
Xue Xun said with a fake smile, "Brother Mo, it seems like you don't have a good eye for people. The identities of the people you found, tsk tsk …"
There was a hint of mockery in his words.
Seeing that Lin Feng and Yu Fan were rogue cultivators, Wu Yang and the others clearly distanced themselves from them.
Yu Fan shook his head slightly. It wasn't that he couldn't accept this kind of thing. In the world of cultivators, the strong were respected. When everyone's strength wasn't strong enough, it was a competition of family background.
Birds of a feather flock together. This was the logic behind it.
Although Wu Yang and the others weren't disciples of any large forces, they still had a family behind them. These people also thought that they were many times more honorable than rogue cultivators, and disdained to make friends with rogue cultivators or miner's sons. Previously, when they saw that Lin Feng and the other two were recommended by Mo Shaoxie, they thought that Lin Feng and the other two also had a powerful family behind them. But now that they knew that wasn't the case, their attitude was completely different from before.
Mo Shaoxie was slightly embarrassed, and could only laugh bitterly.
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and waited for the people in front of him to sign up. There was no lack of snobs everywhere, especially in the world of cultivators. It was cruel to begin with. After seeing so much, one wouldn't care about the opinions and gazes of those people.
… …
In the line, Han Shuo tightly grasped the recommendation letter in his hand. His heart was excited and nervous.
He was excited because he had finally arrived at Nebula Pavilion, and nervous because his future was uncertain.
This recommendation letter carried the hopes of the entire village.
Han Shuo told himself that he must stay in Nebula Pavilion and become a powerful cultivator. Only by becoming a powerful cultivator would he be able to protect his family and the villagers, and prevent the villagers from being bullied. Han Shuo would never forget that because his village was weak, the ores they dug out were stolen by those powerful villages time and time again. Sometimes, the uncles in the village would even be beaten up because they resisted.
"Strength, strength." Han Shuo tightly bit his lips.
"Next." An impatient voice sounded.
"Brother, it's your turn."
A youth behind him reminded him. Only then did Han Shuo come back to his senses and hurriedly thank him.
Han Shuo walked to the table and handed over the recommendation letter. The person in charge of recording it was a youth who looked to be in his twenties. He was obviously a disciple of Nebula Pavilion.
"Han Shuo, it's you …" When the youth saw Han Shuo, his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Wei Yantao." When he saw this youth, Han Shuo's expression changed slightly.
This Wei Yantao was a disciple of the largest village within a hundred miles of Han Shuo's village — the "Wei Family Village."
Ten years ago, the people of the Wei Family Village robbed the ores dug out by the Han Family Village. The people of the Han Family Village resisted, and many people were injured. Han Shuo's father also had one of his legs broken at that time, and was permanently disabled.
At that time, Han Shuo was only eleven years old. When he saw that his father was injured, he pounced on a youth from the Wei Family Village. However, how could Han Shuo be a match for that youth? After being pressed to the ground and beaten up, Han Shuo grabbed a rock and fiercely smashed it on the youth's forehead, disfiguring him on the spot.
And that youth from that time was Wei Yantao.
Wei Yantao had joined Nebula Pavilion for eight years and had made some achievements. Although he hadn't seen Han Shuo for many years, he could still recognize him at a glance.
Wei Yantao had never forgotten how Han Shuo had smashed his head in. Although Wei Yantao had almost beaten Han Shuo to death afterwards, he had never forgotten the hatred he felt for Han Shuo. Now that he saw Han Shuo, the corners of Wei Yantao's mouth curved into a sneer.
"Looks like you've received quite a lot of spirit stones as a reward over the years. You're actually able to cultivate to the Martial King realm."
Wei Yantao said with a fake smile.
The Han Family Village had accumulated more than ten years of savings to cultivate Han Shuo. Han Shuo didn't say anything. He didn't want to cause trouble.
Seeing that Han Shuo was as stupid as always, Wei Yantao sneered. He took out a piece of white paper, opened the recommendation letter, and silently replaced it with a piece of white paper. Wei Yantao sneered, "Good for you, Han Shuo. You actually dared to use a piece of white paper to fool Nebula Pavilion. Who gave you the guts?"
"A piece of white paper?" Han Shuo's expression changed greatly. How could it be a piece of white paper? He would read it a few times every day, and then carefully keep it close to his chest. Han Shuo shouted, "You're lying. That's a recommendation letter written by Mine Master Zhuge. It can't be a piece of white paper."
"I'm lying? I'm a dignified inner disciple of Nebula Pavilion. Do I need to slander the son of a crippled miner? Look, isn't this a piece of white paper? "
As he spoke, Wei Yantao fiercely slapped the piece of white paper on the table. Many people looked over and saw that it was indeed a piece of white paper.
"No, it can't be. There must be a mistake. You must have swapped it. You must have swapped it."
Han Shuo roared in disbelief. That recommendation letter was the hope of their entire village.
Han Shuo pounced forward, wanting to get his recommendation letter back from Wei Yantao.
Wei Yantao sneered, "This is Nebula Pavilion. You used a piece of white paper to fool Nebula Pavilion, and you still dare to cause trouble in Nebula Pavilion. You're simply courting death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yantao struck out with his palm. With a loud bang, Wei Yantao's palm ruthlessly smashed into Han Shuo's chest.
Wah.
Han Shuo was immediately sent flying more than ten meters away by Wei Yantao. He spat out a large mouthful of blood in midair and fell to the ground, his entire body twitching violently.
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