The Immortal Gate Sect only chose ten inner sect disciples once every three years, so the outer sect disciples had always been fighting fiercely for the top ten positions.
Qu Lingshe relied on other means to secure the tenth place, and Qian Yancheng greatly despised this.
Of course, that was something later and not important for now.
There were few people along the mountain path. In a short time, Lin Yuan reached the peak. Unlike the quiet mountain road, the peak was crowded, and everyone was rushing to register. Even those who clearly knew they had no chance of entering the inner sect still insisted on fighting for a quota to participate.
On one hand, they wanted to use this chance to display their strength, hoping to be noticed by some elder or deacon. On the other hand, it was because of the rewards behind this competition. Unlike the stingy competitions of the Servant Quarters, the rewards for this selection were unbelievably generous. To say the least, just entering the top one hundred ensured obtaining a low-grade magic weapon. This alone was enough to drive countless people crazy.
Fortunately, Lin Yuan, who came up through the special passage, had people specially arranged to receive him, so he did not have to squeeze in with the others.
“Lin… Lin Yuan?”
Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name from behind. Turning around, he saw Jiang Hongzhi, whom he had only met once before.
When Jiang Hongzhi confirmed it was really Lin Yuan, his mind instantly went blank.
Was Lin Yuan here to participate in the inner sect disciple selection?
Did he really have the ability to do so?
The doubt flashed through his heart for just a moment before he immediately shouted, “Don’t let him register! He is a pill servant! Even if he registers, it is useless!”
Pill servant?
The disciple responsible for reception was stunned and looked at Lin Yuan, immediately noticing that he indeed did not wear the outer sect disciple uniform.
“That’s right, I am indeed a pill servant of the Fragrant Pill Pavilion. Is it not allowed for me to register?”
Lin Yuan replied calmly.
“Of course you can, just…”
Although the receiving disciple did not directly refute him, the questioning look in his eyes was obvious to anyone.
The special passage only tested speed. If Lin Yuan had cultivated a movement technique, it was not impossible to pass.
Noticing the strange look in his eyes, Lin Yuan did not explain anything. He simply released a trace of his aura. The aura of a 9th stage Qi Refining Realm instantly spread out, and the disciple immediately smiled. No matter what his true combat strength was, this cultivation realm could not be faked.
The disciple then turned to Jiang Hongzhi and said, “Stop causing trouble here, or I will throw you out.”
Jiang Hongzhi instantly felt blood rushing to his head as his face turned completely red. “He really is a pill servant! How can a pill servant join the inner sect disciple selection? I get it, he must have used connections, right? I heard he has relations with Brother Yi Zimo, isn’t Brother Yi Zimo allowing him to enter the inner sect? Fine, all of you have backgrounds and connections, only I, with no backing, get bullied. Wah! Wah! Wah! I don’t want to live anymore!”
Jiang Hongzhi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward.
Lin Yuan’s eyelids twitched.
This guy was really too petty, but thinking again, after failing to enter the outer sect for two years and still having to do menial labor, anyone in his position might break down the same way.
“Please trouble this senior brother to find someone to send him down the mountain. He… he is just very unlucky as a person.”
Hearing this, the receiving disciple nodded.
If it were someone else, he would not bother, but since this Lin Yuan had relations with Brother Yi Zimo, he was naturally worth taking care of.
Moreover, a pill servant with 9th stage Qi Refining Realm cultivation meant something—this proved he was highly valued in the Fragrant Pill Pavilion, otherwise he would have died long ago from testing pills.
A core disciple, plus the Fragrant Pill Pavilion, was enough to prove Lin Yuan was not ordinary.
After completing Lin Yuan’s registration, a token appeared in his hand. Playing with it, he discovered that the token actually had three functions.
The first was to display his points. The second was to view the points ranking.
The third was to display nearby participating disciples along with their points.
Seeing it was his first time encountering this, the receiving disciple slowly explained, “Let me explain the selection method to you. Every disciple starts with ten initial points. Each victory grants you five of the opponent’s points, and you may also choose to take them all. After seven days, the top three hundred in points will advance.”
Lin Yuan sighed, “This is quite similar to the Servant Quarters competition.”
“Naturally, that is just a simplified version that split off from this one. It was extremely dull.”
Since he said that, Lin Yuan could not admit that he had participated before, so he changed the topic and asked, “So, to secure ranking, everyone will have to fight continuously for the next few days, right?”
The disciple shook his head. “That is not necessarily true. No one complains about having too many points. Some people may accumulate over one hundred, while some may end up with none at all. Only having initial points does not mean you cannot reach the end. This has happened before.”
So it was possible to just hide until the end!
Lin Yuan understood. He remembered back when he played battle royale games—his teammates all died, but he hid until second place, more than once. This chapter was copied from NovelPing without permission.
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The next day, the selection officially began. Lin Yuan held the token tightly and saw three red dots clustered together on it. “Let’s start with you.”
Without hesitation, he rushed toward the three red dots.
On the other side, three disciples holding their tokens gathered together. “If we work together, we can both protect our own points and rob points from others. Isn’t that great?”
A slightly bald disciple laughed.
The other two nodded repeatedly.
The rules of the inner sect selection had never changed, and with them came countless countermeasures. Teaming up was merely one of them.
Some with money bought points using spirit stones and even hired others to protect them. Some were skilled in theft, stealing tokens and transferring points. Some chose to leave the Immortal Gate Sect entirely and only return after seven days to see if their luck placed them within the ranking. There was even a year when the outer sect top ten joined forces and directly cleared everyone else, securing promotion.
There were countless strategies.
“Oh? Someone dares come to trouble us? Isn’t this just delivering points?”
“Initial points are ten. I’ll take the loss this time and let you two have him first.”
The bald disciple waved his hand proudly. The other two laughed and cupped their fists to him. The three of them were already strong individually, and together they could even fight outer sect disciples ranked within the top hundred. So they did not take the approaching person seriously at all.
Half a cup of tea later, a figure rushed in. “Is it that kid? I don’t even remember seeing him before. Must be some fool who doesn’t know his limits. You two go deal with him, I won’t bother…”
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze. In just one clash, his two teammates were already lying on the ground.
Who was this person? How could he be so terrifying?
Slash!
A blade light flashed past. A sharp pain ripped through his abdomen, forcing him to kneel on one knee. “It seems outer sect disciples aren’t that strong after all.”
A voice sounded beside his ear before he felt his token being taken away. Yan Ming could only smile bitterly in his heart. It wasn’t that outer sect disciples weren’t strong—it was just that Lin Yuan was far too strong.
With this strength, he could probably make it into the top thirty of the outer sect, if not even higher.