Chapter 3
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Ling Xuanwu Province was located on a mountain peak. The area was vast, and there was a long corridor between the lofts. Under the operation of a huge spiritual array, the interior was filled with spiritual energy. The area was divided into five areas, with the spiritual energy in the middle being the thickest.
The servant area was located in the north where the spiritual energy was thinner. When he first entered the servant area, the sound of training made Long Bufan stop in his tracks. He carried some firewood and stood outside to watch.
At this moment, a group of youths had gathered in the flat training field. There were about ten of them, and they were all full of vigor as they trained in front of a pile of purple and black wood. The early stages of Body Refinement and Qi Condensation were compulsory courses for martial artists.
Purple Iron Trees were grown in a hundred years. After being cut down, they were cut into wooden sticks and soaked in iron oil for a hundred days. When taken out, they were harder than iron and were very durable. Many sects used them as training poles.
These people and Long Bufan were all servant disciples of the sect. However, they were a little luckier and were assigned to the supervisor's room. The only difference in their uniforms was the red "supervisor" word on their sleeves, as if it was proof of their authority and they were responsible for supervising all affairs in the servant area. As everyone knew, the supervisor's room was the most comfortable place in the servant area. Not only was there money to be gained, but they also had a lot of time to cultivate. This also made these people arrogant.
At this moment, a rough voice sounded from the crowd.
"In ten days, the road to the trial will open. You have to hurry up and cultivate."
In the Spirit Profound Martial House, every year, there would be a chance for odd job disciples to be promoted. In order to become an outer disciple from an odd job disciple, one must first complete the Body Refinement Stage, and be at least at the second level of Qi Condensation.
However, the number of outer disciples was limited. Every time, only the top five would be chosen. There were many servant disciples in the sect, so the competition was very fierce every time.
"Is it the trial test?" Long Bufan muttered to himself. His eyes revealed a hint of longing. If he could be promoted to an outer disciple, he would be able to obtain more cultivation resources. He didn't want to be a servant for the rest of his life. In any case, he was a special forces soldier in his previous life.
To him, the trial was like a dragon's gate. Once he passed it, he would be able to reach the heavens in a single bound. Resources were secondary, and the main thing was the inheritance of cultivation techniques.
Inherited Martial Techniques were the accumulation of experience from countless martial cultivation seniors over the course of hundreds and thousands of years. If one didn't have that experience, wanting to slowly explore the martial path by oneself would simply be the ravings of an idiot.
"If you don't work hard today, you'll end up like him tomorrow. Someone who only knows how to chop firewood and cook is useless to the sect. Someone who can only rely on the sect and can't do anything."
A loud and clear voice interrupted Long Bufan's train of thought. All the people in the supervisor's office looked at him strangely. There was an indescribable contempt in their eyes, and there was a sense of self-loftiness in their contempt.
Long Bufan was furious. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice.
It was a man wearing a red martial attire with a full beard. He was the leader of the Supervisor's Office — Qin Duan.
Since the other party did not mention any names, Long Bufan could not say anything more. He could only turn around and leave.
"Don't go," said Qin Duan. "That guy from the Ovens. I'm talking about you." Qin Duan wasn't going to let him off easily. "If you're not a servant, then come over here and try your hand at the training dummy. Prove it to everyone."
"So, you're a servant from the Ovens. What dish are you cooking today?"
"Hahaha! Don't make the meat soup into mush again like yesterday. It tastes awful."
The young men in the crowd began to jeer.
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