The Most Powerful Bodyguard

The old man slowly drank the Immortal Tea in his cup, stroked his beard and said, "Yun Yazi, why not first savor the Spirit Tea I recently acquired, and only then think about a solution without haste."

Yun Yazi, annoyed, put down the chess piece in his hand and reached out for the fragrant tea brewed in the Void by his opponent. He brought it to his nose, took a sniff, and couldn’t help but show a hint of intoxication.

He took a gentle sip, and after a long while, he remarked, "Yu Wuxing, you old fellow, where did you find such a treasure? It’s truly unforgettable!"

Yu Wuxing chuckled and scolded, "You old fellow, drink the tea for what it is. Do I not know what kind of mischief you’re scheming?!"

"Humph! If you think you can get your hands on my Spirit Tea, think again. I barely have enough for myself, and the only reason you’re getting a cup is because of our years of friendship."

Yun Yazi took another sip of the Spirit Tea and said, "Old fellow, it seems something extraordinary has happened in the depths of the Land of Mist this time. Many Divinity Transformation practitioners have perished, and those who escaped have returned severely injured with diminished cultivation levels!"

"And yet you have changed the millennia-old Feather Spirit Sect trials at this very moment, giving no quarter to those with sinister intentions!"

Yu Wuxing sneered, "Giving them no quarter? Humph! Allowing them entrance into the Feather Spirit Sect would indeed be putting our sect in dire straits. If not for the pressure, we wouldn’t be recruiting disciples at this tumultuous time."

Yu Wuxing drank a sip of tea, suppressing his irritation before continuing, "We’ve been more than benevolent. If they can truly pass our trials, they can have it. Even with the Immortal Formula in hand, I doubt they could refine it."

...

Outside the Feather Spirit Sect’s mountain gate, many cultivators were sitting cross-legged on the plaza in front of the sect entrance, and Yang Yan was among them.

Despite appearing nonchalant on the surface, Yang Yan felt a bit nervous after observing for a period of time.

Though everyone concealed their cultivation levels, Yang Yan’s Spiritual Sense remained intact, comparable to that of a Divinity Transformation cultivator. Accompanied by the Godslaying Technique’s sweep, all concealment techniques were rendered useless.

He discovered that while most present were at the Foundation Establishment level, some had reached Core Formation.

There were even Nascent Soul cultivators hidden among them!

A trace of killing intent rose in Yang Yan’s heart.

All who stood in the way of his return to Wandering Dragon Star would be kicked away forcefully.

At this moment, a fluctuation occurred in the Void of the Feather Spirit Sect’s entrance, and a middle-aged cultivator manifested.

His cultivation was around the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

Suddenly, Yang Yan felt he might have been fooled by that guy named Lu Chen.

Perhaps the Feather Spirit Sect wasn’t as terrifying as he imagined.

However, why Lu Chen did this was something Yang Yan couldn’t comprehend.

Could it be that there were other secrets hidden in his identity?

The cultivator glanced at the dense crowd outside the sect gate and said in a loud voice, "This trial consists of three stages, with the top one hundred scores advancing to our Feather Spirit Sect in the end."

Boom—

The crowd burst into an uproar, whispering among themselves.

To think that, with over ten thousand present, only a hundred would be selected.

A selection rate of less than one percent was indeed shocking.

The cultivator’s face darkened at this and he unleashed his Spiritual Power pressure, shouting, "Anyone who dares to make noise again will be disqualified from the competition."

The chatter abruptly ceased.

Seeing this, the cultivator seemed satisfied and continued, "The first trial is to identify Spiritual Medicine."

As his words fell, a gigantic stele soared out from within the Feather Spirit Sect’s gate and landed steadily on the empty plaza, causing the ground to quake.

Some of the less powerful individuals couldn’t stand firm and directly fell to the ground.

The cultivator’s voice rang out, "Those who have fallen, please leave. Don’t waste time."

As his words landed, those who had fallen wanted to say something, but suddenly their bodies were lifted by an invisible force, and no amount of struggle was useful.

Quickly, about twenty percent fewer people remained on the field.

The remaining people, though somewhat frightened, didn’t dare to whisper again. Instead, they focused and were vigilant.

Afraid that any unexpected event would also get them falsely expelled.

After this brief interlude, the person in charge immediately announced, "This is the Medicine Stele, which contains a million Spiritual Medicines. Identify the hundred thousand that appear at random to advance to the next round. Those failing to do so will lose qualification."

Though no words were spoken, the shock was palpable.

It’s feared that after the first round, less than ten percent would remain.

Once no one was randomly speaking anymore, the cultivator was satisfied and said, "The Medicine Stele is sentient. All you need to do is touch it with your Spiritual Sense and it will automatically record your information."

"Once the test is finished, the stele will display the information of those who identified up to one hundred thousand Spiritual Medicines; the more you identify, the higher your rank and score."

"Take note, you all have only one hour. Now, the test begins!"

Everyone’s expression changed, quickly extending out their Spiritual Sense.

Yang Yan was no exception, hastily reaching out with his Spiritual Sense.

As his Spiritual Sense entered, countless Spiritual Medicines appeared around him, some of which Yang Yan had never seen before.

Nevertheless, Yang Yan identified each one.

Bone Marrow Cleansing Flower, Luoling Grass, Purple Night Vine...

As Yang Yan accurately identified each one, the Spiritual Medicines turned into light and dissipated in the Medicine Stele space, and Yang Yan’s speed became faster.

After a quarter-hour, weaker cultivators’ Spiritual Sense scattered, causing them to vomit blood and collapse, being carried away by an invisible force, naturally unable to complete the ten-thousand-count identification.

Gradually, the space became empty.

Slowly, some of the remaining struggling cultivators’ faces turned pale, each looking as if they had just recovered from a serious illness.

Half an hour later, the first Golden Core cultivator withdrew from the Medicine Stele space.

The cultivator glared at the Feather Spirit Sect resentfully and reluctantly left the grounds.

They became the first to leave on their own accord.

With fifteen minutes left, no Foundation Establishment cultivators remained on the field. Only disguised Golden Cores and above stayed behind.

Now there were less than two thousand people left.

Yun Yazi and Yu Wuxing stood in the Void, quietly observing all that transpired on the field.

Yun Yazi chuckled, turning to Yu Wuxing, "Do you think any of these cultivators can identify eight hundred thousand Spiritual Medicines?"

Yu Wuxing sneered, "Most remaining are from other sects, but even in our Feather Spirit Sect, it’s been long since anyone could identify eight hundred thousand."

"Even I can only recognize eight hundred twenty thousand Spiritual Medicines, and many of the rest are only from Ancient Times. I don’t believe anyone here can identify eight hundred thousand Spirit Grass."

Yun Yazi couldn’t help but tease, "You old thing, are you afraid of seeing a genius emerge? Perhaps there’s an unmatched genius among them. Old Man Yu, dare you wager with me?"