Half a month later.
On the day of the Taixuan Shengzong's outer disciple assessment.
"Creak."
Su Xiaomo pushed open the door and strode out in his brand-new outer disciple uniform.
"Patriarch."
As he adjusted his wrist, he looked up at the rising sun and said to himself, "This disciple is going to have fun!"
"Little Mo."
In the Sect of All Times, Jun Changxiao, who had just finished his morning exercises with his disciples, stood alone in front of the main hall and said with his hands behind his back, "Today's Taixuan Shengzong's outer disciple assessment is destined to be the stage for you to show your true self."
Although the sun had just risen, the fairy-like clouds in the outer courtyard of Taixuan Shengzong had yet to completely dissipate. It looked quite otherworldly.
The Sect of All Times could not compare to a sect with such a long history.
One after another.
Some disciples appeared outside the training field and lined up in an orderly manner.
These people were just spectators. The real protagonists were the hundreds of outer disciples standing in the eastern area.
They were dressed in martial attire and looked valiant.
As a top sect in the Starfall Continent, the disciples they recruited were very powerful. Just by standing there, one could tell that they were not ordinary people.
However.
Some of the disciples who were about to participate in the assessment had burning gazes, while others were nervous.
The outer disciple assessment was held every year at a fixed time as promised. Although it was not as valuable as the Sect Tournament, it was still an important competition to evaluate the disciples.
If they could get good results in the assessment, they would be rewarded with varying amounts of merit points. They might even be valued by the higher-ups.
No wonder their emotions were so complicated.
Su Xiaomo stood in the crowd. He looked nervous, but his heart was calm.
Before he joined the Sect of All Times, he would have panicked if he participated in the assessment. However, not only did he have the cultivation of a Martial King, but he had also gone through all kinds of life and death experiences with the Patriarch and his fellow disciples. He had long cultivated a strong heart.
"Kid."
He Zonghing, who was separated by a few disciples, said calmly, "You actually dared to come."
"I signed up for the assessment. Of course I have to come." Su Xiaomo smiled innocently.
This expression, this smile, made He Zonghing's gaze gradually turn cold.
When the other contestants saw this, they immediately realized that Senior Brother He was angry. If they met during the assessment, Junior Brother Su would be in for a miserable time.
"Junior Brother."
Xia Shuiyun said coldly from afar, "Don't disappoint me."
"This woman …" Su Xiaomo was on the verge of breaking down. "She's making enemies for me again!"
True enough.
The coldness in He Zonghua's eyes intensified.
The participating disciples and spectators all thought to themselves, "Elder Xia's granddaughter took the initiative to talk to that guy under such circumstances. Who would believe that there's nothing between the two of them?"
"Cough cough …"
Right at this moment, the Third Elder that was in charge of the Outer Court Exam this time walked out from the Sect Hall, and then he announced with his hands behind his back. "The Outer Court Exam will begin now. Participants, please draw a number to choose your opponent."
Because it was held many times every year, the opening ceremony was very simple.
"Shua!"
"Shua!"
Hundreds of contestants stepped onto the martial arts field that had been temporarily raised to look like an arena. Then, they reached into a specific box to select their own tokens.
Su Xiaomo also went up on stage. Just as he was about to draw his lot.
"Elder!"
He Zonghua said, "Junior Brother Su and I have a duel appointment. Can we fight without drawing a number?"
"Yes."
The Third Elder allowed it.
The Taixuan Shengzong did not allow disciples to fight in private. They only allowed duels to resolve conflicts.
Someone whispered, "Senior Brother He is worried that Junior Brother Su will be eliminated by other opponents and won't be able to meet him in the exam."
"Junior Brother Su is going to be eliminated in one round."
Many disciples looked at Su Xiaomo sympathetically.
In their hearts, He Zonghua was the most popular candidate to win the Outer Court Exam this time.
"Since you have a duel appointment, then go up on stage first," the Third Elder said.
He knew exactly what Su Xiaomo had been busy with recently, so he was very curious. Could this kid bring him an unexpected surprise?
"Shua!"
He Zonghua gracefully landed on the martial arts field and said, "Junior Brother Su, please go up on stage."
Under everyone's gaze, Su Xiaomo walked up in a very clumsy manner. Then, he humbly cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother He, please advise me."
"…"
Everyone's mouth twitched.
This was not a duel. This was a duel appointment!
Moreover, Senior Brother Su was fighting for love. He would probably be very serious when he fought.
"I bet that Junior Brother Su can last ten rounds at most."
"Ten rounds is too many. With Senior Brother Su's cultivation, he can take him down in three to five rounds at most!"
The spectating outer disciples were all discussing and belittling Su Xiaomo. Only Sun Yingquan, who was standing in the crowd, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Junior Brother Su, do your best!"
"Junior Brother Su has just joined the sect, and he's already calling Elder Sun's son brother. He's quite capable."
"Isn't he just trying to curry favor from both sides? What real ability can he have?"
There were still some disciples who despised Su Xiaomo's smooth-talking and flattery.
Some of them really could not stand it. They thought that one had to rely on true ability to survive in the Taixuan Shengzong. Some were just envious that they did not have any flattery skills, so their mentality turned into jealousy.
"You may begin," the Third Elder said.
Swoosh!
He Zongying stepped out first. His peak Wuzong cultivation was fully unleashed. He then threw a heavy punch, and the space around him started to shake.
"Triple Space Crossing Fist!" a disciple exclaimed.
This was an upper-grade fist technique of the Taixuan Shengzong. Its specialty was that it could shake space when used.
"Not bad."
An elder praised, "You've already comprehended it to the realm of great success."
Swoosh!
At that moment, Su Xiaomo twisted his body backward. Although his movement was not very nice, he easily dodged He Zongying's attack. Then, his feet stepped on the ground frequently, forming a strange posture.
"Nine Winding Shadow Steps!"
The Third Elder and the other higher-ups were stunned.
They knew that Su Xiaomo had exchanged for this movement technique. They should not have been surprised when he used it, but they did not expect him to use it so smoothly. It felt like … he had mastered it to the extreme!
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
When the Nine Winding Shadow Steps was used, the nine points spun rapidly, creating afterimages. The disciples watching the battle were all stunned.
Even the cold and arrogant Xia Shuiyun was in disbelief. "He can actually master an upper-grade movement technique to such an extent in such a short time. His talent and comprehension are definitely not ordinary!"
The Third Elder and the others also realized this problem. They could not help but mutter in their hearts, "Could it be that this kid's spirit root is not middle-grade?"
When Taixuan Shengzong recruited disciples, it was the same as the Sect of All Times. They would not actively test the applicants' spirit roots. Instead, they would choose based on various tests.
Spirit roots only determined the upper limit and speed of cultivation. Those with weaker spirit roots might be able to achieve something if they had perseverance and hard work.
After all, there were only a few geniuses with high talent. If a sect wanted to develop in a balanced manner for a long time, they would naturally choose more average youths to nurture. Otherwise, it would be unrealistic to have all the disciples with upper-grade spirit roots.
This …
Perhaps the Sect of All Times could do something that was unrealistic.
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PS: I'll be posting three chapters in a row for the next few days. It's hard to have a stockpile of chapters! Don't be anxious, everyone. More chapters will come.
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