Great Sage
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Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2025-03-22 07:52:38 +0000 UTCHigh above in the sky, the Five Disciples of Luo Xian formed hand seals.
A flash of white light blinded the crowd.
The next moment, everyone found themselves transported to a vast wilderness.
As the crowd erupted in astonishment, marveling at the mystical technique—
"Uh…"
In a secluded corner, a few people stared in confusion at a particular individual.
This person held a gleaming cleaver in each hand, had a string of explosive talismans strapped to his waist, and two Wind-Chasing Talismans stuck to his thighs. His legs were positioned in a stance ready to sprint at any moment.
Time seemed to freeze.
"Cough, cough…"
Han Luo awkwardly cleared his throat before returning to his usual composure.
Without acknowledging the bewildered gazes, he vanished into the crowd.
"You must reach the peak of Luo Ri Mountain in the distance. Your only goal—survive until you get there."
A thunderous voice echoed from the void—it was Yun Yangzi.
"Luo Ri Mountain… that should be in the direction where the divine sun sets."
Someone muttered, realizing the hidden clue in Yun Yangzi’s words.
"What an easy test. So this is all Luo Xian Sect has to offer?"
The speaker was a burly man, muscles bulging, exuding confidence.
"Easy?"
Another person scoffed in a sarcastic tone.
"Forget the distance—look at where we are."
The crowd turned their attention to their surroundings.
They were in the middle of a dense primordial forest. Towering ancient trees, so thick that it would take a dozen people to encircle one, stood everywhere. The ground was covered in waist-high grass.
Among the grass, massive beast footprints the size of basins were scattered throughout.
Everything around them screamed danger.
"What’s there to fear? This is just a test. The immortal masters of Luo Xian Sect must be watching over us in secret. Even if there’s danger, nothing will actually happen to us."
Someone dismissed the concerns, sounding brimming with confidence.
"Naive," another sneered. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you—every entrance exam for Luo Xian Sect has a death quota. And not just one or two deaths, but countless. That means if everyone here were to die, the sect’s immortals still wouldn’t step in to save you."
"Impossible! Luo Xian Sect is an immortal sect, not some demonic cult! They wouldn’t just let us die!"
"Tch! Believe what you want."
The person who seemed well-informed about the sect’s tests left with a few companions.
The rest of the crowd exchanged uneasy glances before deciding to travel in groups.
With an uncertain road ahead, it was safer to have company. Before long, groups of people set off toward the setting sun.
"Sounds really dangerous…"
Han Luo licked his lips, feeling the thorns ahead in his path. Because of his personality, he was not the type to take risks. His plan was simple—join Luo Xian Sect and never leave until he became immortal.
As for now? What should he do?
As more people departed, fewer remained at the starting point.
"Um… Big Brother, I’m alone. Can I team up with you?"
A young girl, no older than ten, stood before him.
She wore a pink princess dress, had twin ponytails, and fidgeted with her fingers nervously.
Her large eyes shone with hope as she gazed at Han Luo , silently pleading for him to agree. Han Luo ’s expression turned serious.
His gaze swept over the little girl from head to toe. The scrutiny made the girl instinctively tighten her collar, her eyes showing a hint of fear.
Her arms and legs were thin, completely lacking any sense of strength. Her voice was soft and weak, almost delicate like a girl’s. A quick check with a spiritual detection talisman revealed that she had no spiritual energy—she wasn’t even a cultivator.
From her innocent and naive words, he deduced that she was an ignorant and inexperienced airhead.
A burden.
Someone who would definitely cause trouble for him.
But…
In this godforsaken place, this little girl probably wouldn’t last a minute. If the beasts didn’t get her, she would probably starve to death.
Sigh…
No choice.
After all, I’m a good person. Han Luo flashed a bright, sunshine-like smile.
The girl’s face lit up with joy in response.
Suddenly!
Han Luo pointed to the sky.
"Look! A Transformer!"
The girl instinctively turned around—but the sky was completely empty. By the time she turned back, the big brother had vanished.
The little girl: "…?"
Behind a nearby ancient tree, not far away—
Han Luo silently stuck a Concealment Talisman to himself. Holding his breath, he listened carefully, making sure the girl wouldn’t find him.
Are you kidding me?
I’ve never been approached by a pretty girl in my life!
And now, suddenly, a cute little girl wants to team up? That’s obviously a red flag!
Good thing he ran away fast. Otherwise, he’d definitely be stuck with her.
Hmph!
Trying to trick me into being her bodyguard? Dream on!
Han Luo patted himself on the back for his quick thinking. His resolve grew even stronger—he had to stay low-key.
As he watched the little girl find another group to join, he remained in hiding. Since there was no time limit for the test, being cautious was always the smarter choice.
As night approached, he decided to find a place to rest first. He needed to recharge his energy before facing whatever dangers lay ahead.
Luo Xian Sect, Luo Xian Hall.
The five peak masters were all present.
Together with Vice Sect Leader Yun Yangzi, there were six people in total.
In the center of the hall stood a massive bronze mirror, ancient and mystical. On its surface, the images of all the candidates were displayed.
"This batch has a few promising talents. Xian Ding Peak will gladly take them."
The speaker was Yun Ding, peak master of Xian Ding Peak, a Core Formation early-stage cultivator.
"Not bad. Li Jun, Chi Xiao, Shen Xian’er… all decent talents. If trained well, they could be the future of Qian Ren Peak."
This came from Yun Qianli, peak master of Qian Ren Peak, also at the Core Formation early-stage.
"Hold on, hold on… The test isn’t even over yet, and you two are already fighting over disciples? That’s pretty unfair."
The one who spoke was Lei Xing, the peak master of Luo Xian Peak, a Core Formation mid-stage cultivator.
Among the Five Peaks, Xian Ding, Qian Ren, and Luo Xian were the strongest, making their recruitment competitions intense.
Meanwhile, the peak masters of Piao Miao Peak and Wu Dao Peak remained silent. The peak master of Piao Miao Peak, Hong Niang, only accepted female disciples.
Most of the other peak masters didn’t compete with her for recruits. As for Wu Dao Peak, it was a special case. Its peak master, Wu Dao, was an eccentric recluse.
Though he had been with Luo Xian Sect for over a hundred years, he had only accepted three disciples.
Compared to the thousands under other peaks, the difference was massive. He was only present as a formality, and even then, it was merely a projection.
His real body was likely in seclusion, trying to break through to a higher realm. Since he wasn’t considered a real competitor, the others simply ignored him.
As the peak masters continued observing and exchanging cultivation insights—
Day two of the test arrived.
By now, a gap had formed between the participants. The talented and intelligent had surged ahead, leaving the weaker ones struggling.
Casualties had already begun.
However, no one actually died.
The seven-colored spiritual energy given to the candidates before the test wasn’t just a blessing—it was also a tracking device.
Whenever someone was in mortal danger, the sect’s immortals would silently teleport them out.
The test continued…
But no one noticed that one candidate had yet to move at all. Even the monitoring immortals seemed to have forgotten about his existence.
Inside a hidden shelter, Han Luo was covered head to toe in ten Concealment Talismans. For two whole days, he remained undetected. Finally, he stepped out.
After stretching, using the restroom, and eating breakfast—
He adjusted his energy to peak condition.
Only then did he set off.
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Editsuggestion: „Her arms and legs were thin, completely lacking any sense of strength. Her voice was soft and weak, (almost delicate like a girl’s). A quick check with a spiritual detection talisman revealed that she had no spiritual energy—she wasn’t even a cultivator.“ As we are talking about a girl, her voice isn’t „like“ a girl’s! „Casualties had already (begun)happened.“
