Sky Sword Continent, Lin City, Sword Testing Hall.
More than ten long queues stretched all the way from the hall to the outside. Looking closely, the people lining up were all young boys and girls.
These few days, it was the third rank sect Wind Sword School's annual outer sect disciple recruitment ceremony. In the entire Lin City, almost all of the youths who met the requirements had come to register. It could be said that it was unusually lively. It should be known that once you entered Wind Sword School, even if you were just an outer sect disciple, it could be considered as a fish leaping through the dragon's gate.
Lu Xuan stood in the queue, slowly moving forward with the flow of people. As the last person in front of him disappeared, it was finally his turn. Tidying up his clothes, he looked at the examiner in front of him with some nervousness.
"Name." A middle-aged man, holding a jade slip in his hand, sat behind a table and asked impatiently.
Although he only needed to do a simple registration, the number of people who came to register was really too many. Repeating the registration for a few days in a row naturally made him impatient.
"Lu Xuan."
Upon hearing the question, Lu Xuan hurriedly gave his name.
"Age, strength."
"Sixteen, second rank of Body Refinement."
While recording this information, he raised his head and glanced at Lu Xuan. The middle-aged man secretly shook his head in his heart. Today, the number of outer sect disciples recruited by the sect was not many. Even a third rank of Body Refinement might not have a chance, and second rank basically had no hope.
"Alright, your number is 828. After fifteen days, come here to wait for the assessment."
"Thank you senior examiner." Lu Xuan said respectfully.
The middle-aged man casually waved his hand, indicating for Lu Xuan to leave. A mere second rank of Body Refinement kid could not attract his attention at all.
Lu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief when he received the number plate that represented his identity and walked out from the long queue.
After queuing for a few hours, he finally successfully registered. Whether he could enter Wind Sword School would depend on the assessment in fifteen days. Thinking of this, he could not help but clench the number in his hand. This was his last chance.
Lu Xuan was not considered a Lin City person, but the only son of a small family in Qingshan Town near Lin City. Calling it a family was actually praising the Lu Family, because the Lu Family had long declined. Apart from him, his father, and his sister, there were not many servants in the family.
And because of this, the Lu Family's days were not very good. Especially recently, Ryūka's third young master Longtai, who had taken a fancy to Lu Xuan's sister and wanted to forcefully marry her.
If it was someone else, they would marry. But in the entire Qingshan Town, who, who didn't know the name of Ryūka 'Third young master's name, who, who, who didn't know? It was impossible for Lu Xuan to watch his sister step into the fire pit.
However, a declining Lu Family, in front of Qingshan Town's number one noble family, Ryūka, had no ability to resist. The only turning point was that Lu Xuan could enter Wind Sword School. Even if he could only become an outer sect disciple, Ryūka would definitely not dare to touch the Lu Family.
Therefore, this time, Lu Xuan came to participate in the Wind Sword School's assessment, not for himself, but for his sister. And, this was also the only chance!
There were still fifteen days left. His strength might be able to improve further, and then he would be more confident.
Secretly making up his mind, Lu Xuan walked out quickly.
However, not far from the Sword-Testing Hall, Lu Xuan's way was blocked by someone.
A few strong servants stood in a row in front of Lu Xuan. A sloppy-looking young man, waving a folding fan coquettishly, walked in front of Lu Xuan.
"Lu Xuan, you really came to sign up for the Wind Sword School's assessment? Do you think that with your little strength, you will be chosen by others? Hahaha … "
The one who blocked Lu Xuan's way was a collateral descendant of Ryūka, Longyang.
Lu Xuan was no stranger to Longyang. Usually, Longyang often hung out with Longtai. Moreover, it was Longyang who mentioned Lu Xuan's sister to Longtai. Lu Xuan's hatred for Longyang was no less than that of Longtai.
Listening to Longyang's unscrupulous laughter, Lu Xuan snorted coldly, "Longyang, just give up. No matter what, I will not let my sister marry to Ryūka."
Hearing this, Longyang could not help but sneer. With a "pa" sound, he closed his folding fan and said disdainfully, "All these years, have you seen any woman in Qingshan Town that my Third Brother has not taken a fancy to? Your sister is no exception … Maybe one day when my Third Brother is tired of playing with her, I can also get close to her … Hahaha! "
"As long as I am alive, don't you think you can have your way!" Hearing Longyang blaspheming his sister, who was the best to him, Lu Xuan could not help but shout angrily.
"Whether you can have your way or not, it is not up to you to decide. I am afraid that you are still hoping to enter Wind Sword School, right? Fine, if that's the case, I will break your hope. "An evil smile appeared on Longyang's face.
After he finished speaking, Longyang gave a look to the servants beside him. The servants immediately understood and quickly stepped forward, walking towards Lu Xuan.
Seeing that Longyang was about to make a move, Lu Xuan could not help but take a step back. He was only at the 2nd layer of the Body Refinement Stage, while the servants of Ryūka were at least at the 3rd layer of the Body Refinement Stage. One on one, Lu Xuan was not their match, not to mention that there were three or four of them.
The conflict between Lu Xuan and Longyang was naturally seen by some passersby. However, with one look, they knew that it was a show of a young master bullying a commoner. Everyone kept a distance, no one was willing to get into trouble.
On the other side, Lu Xuan had already exchanged blows with the servants. The disparity in strength was too great. Lu Xuan could only resist for a while before he was struck in the back of the head by one of the servants and fainted.
"Young master, what should we do with this kid?" The strongest servant respectfully asked Longyang.
Looking around, there were many pedestrians on the road. Longyang furrowed his eyebrows and said: "Bring him outside the city first."
If they were in Qingshan Town, with Longtai, Longyang would even dare to kill someone on the streets. However, this was Lin City and Longyang did not dare to be too arrogant. Compared to a large clan in Lin City, a mere Qingshan Town clan was really nothing.
After a swift journey, Longyang and the servants arrived at a wilderness outside the city.
"Young master, do you want to kill him? This is the wilderness, no one will know even if he dies. "One of the servants suggested.
Upon hearing this, Longyang pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Humph, this kid is lucky. I'll spare him this time and beat him until he can't get out of bed for ten days or half a month. Doesn't he want to participate in the assessment? I'd like to see how he's going to participate. "
Longyang's status in Ryūka was not very high. Most of the time, he relied on Longtai to intimidate others. Now that he was not by Longtai's side, he did not dare to be too arrogant. He still did not dare to kill Lu Xuan.
Upon receiving Longyang's order, the servants immediately beat up the unconscious Lu Xuan. These servants had helped Longyang with this kind of thing many times. They knew when to stop and when to stop. They knew where to hit and when to hit. Even though he was already unconscious, the immense pain still made Lu Xuan reveal a pained expression.
After doing all this, Longyang left Lu Xuan in the wilderness and left with his subordinates. As for whether Lu Xuan would be eaten by passing wild beasts, it was none of his business …
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