Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

The Wind God Sea Pavilion recruited new disciples all year round. As long as someone could pass the trial and was under a hundred years old, they could become a disciple. Moreover, the recruitment was not restricted by cultivation base. Even if someone was in the Divine Flame realm, the moment they passed the trial, they would be accepted.

The Wind God Sea Pavilion had specialized tutors and magical arts tailored to each level of cultivation, confirming Long Chen’s observation that it left a path for the slow growers.

The trial took place on an outer island, with a steady stream of people coming and going. The line wasn’t particularly long, but it wasn’t short either.

After changing her clothes, Tang Wan-er lined up with Long Chen, holding his arm. She was in no hurry, feeling content as long as she was with him. To her, any place they went together became beautiful—even waiting in line felt like a pleasant experience.

When Long Chen’s turn came, Tang Wan-er released his arm and stepped aside. The Wind God Sea Pavilion had strict rules about the trials—cheating or helping others was forbidden. Anyone who dared to try such a thing would be harshly punished. As a divine daughter, Tang Wan-er had to respect the rules.

Long Chen first received a form. With no one guiding him, he randomly filled it out and handed it over to the examiner—a stiff-faced elder. He was the very image of someone impeccably meticulous, as if he would never make an exception for others. He scanned Long Chen’s form briefly.

“Long Chen, Sage King cultivation base. Strengths: slapping people in the face. Interests: making my wives happy… What kind of juvenile wrote this?!”

The examiner was livid. The “strengths” section was meant to highlight a person’s elemental affinities like wood, water, fire, wind, lightning, etc. While most of the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s disciples had a wind attribute, they still recruited those with other specialties.

As for “interests”, applicants usually listed skills like refining pills, forging, talisman crafting, beast taming, or spirit taming. Long Chen’s answers, however, were utterly ridiculous.

The strict elder glared at Long Chen, his sharp gaze and obscure aura causing Long Chen to tense up. Only now did Long Chen realize that the elder was actually a six-vein Human Emperor.

From the elder’s expression, Long Chen could tell that he was not ordinary. He actually managed to sense Long Chen’s power.

The elder shifted his gaze between Long Chen and Tang Wan-er in the distance, and a flash of understanding crossed his face. His anger subsided.

“Alright, since you won’t take this seriously, I’ll fill it out for you. What abilities do you specialize in?” asked the elder.

“My physical body, I suppose,” Long Chen replied.

“Other than fighting, do you have any other skills?”

“Does refining pills count?” asked Long Chen.

“You know alchemy?” The elder was surprised.

“A bit.” Long Chen nodded.

The elder jotted something on the form, using symbols Long Chen didn’t recognize. Handing it to a nearby disciple, he instructed Long Chen, “Follow him.”

Long Chen thanked the elder and walked off with the disciple. Just a short distance away, they arrived at the power testing area. This test was meaningless to Long Chen. He directly picked up the testing stone, boggling the disciple. Although this stone was backed by a formation and heavier than a mountain, Long Chen still lifted it easily. Long Chen knew that if he wanted to survive here, he couldn’t be too low-key.

Despite the heaviest stone being used, it couldn’t test Long Chen’s full strength. Finally, the disciple had no choice but to bring out an ancient testing stone that had been gathering dust for years.

Upon seeing it, Long Chen hesitated. “Are you telling me to punch it with my full strength?”

BOOM!

The testing stone shattered to pieces under Long Chen’s punch, leaving the disciple utterly dumbfounded. Long Chen then saw the disciple scribble “power: unknown” on the evaluation sheet with a shaking hand.

Long Chen easily passed the trial. The Wind God Sea Pavilion rarely had physical-type experts, and since Long Chen’s performance was so exceptional, he was immediately assigned as an outer disciple.

“Hehe, I knew this would be easy for you,” Tang Wan-er laughed, joining him. She guided him to receive his status plate, disciple robes, and the stipend for an outer disciple.

This stipend included a set of blue robes, a sword, and a medicinal pill case. When Long Chen opened the case, he couldn’t help being dumbfounded.

“What the hell is this? Are we supposed to eat this?”

“What did you say?!” exclaimed the elder who had just handed Long Chen his stipend.

“Shh. Medicinal pills are exceptionally precious in the Heaven Essence World. If these pills were offered outside, people would kill for them until rivers of blood flowed,” whispered Tang Wan-er.

“A high-grade pill with no rings is considered precious?” Long Chen asked, unable to believe his ears.

“I’ll explain later.” Tang Wan-er hastily dragged him away, afraid his next words might offend the elder even more.

Once outside, Tang Wan-er explained that medicinal pills were super rare here. Only a few people could refine them, and the supply had always been monopolized by the Brahma Pill Valley. Their medicinal pills were only sold to followers of Lord Brahma.

As a result, major factions had to train their own alchemists, but their alchemical skills couldn’t compare to the Brahma Pill Valley’s, so the pills they produced were often ordinary high-grade pills.

High-grade pills with rings were reserved for inner disciples and were in limited supply. Normally, the disciples had to work hard to get more.

“There’s a Brahma Pill Valley here as well?” Long Chen asked, his heart trembling. If there really was a Brahma Pill Valley here, the Silver Hair Void Crusher would definitely pursue him to the Heaven Essence World.

“Of course there is. The Brahma Pill Valley is immensely powerful, and no one dares provoke them. The Wind God Sea Pavilion stays out of their business,” Tang Wan-er confirmed.

As they walked arm in arm, someone suddenly blocked their path. A sharp, thin voice sneered, “So, Wan-er. Is this your Long Chen? Hearing about him and seeing him in person are two different things. I’m disappointed.”

Nine people stood in their way, led by a pale, feminine man whose gaze felt as disgusting as a serpent’s. Long Chen recognized his robes—he was a divine son. Judging by Tang Wan-er’s furious expression, Long Chen knew that he was no good egg.

“Wan-er, who is this cross-dresser?” asked Long Chen.

Hearing this, the other eight people instantly drew their weapons.

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