After a month of hard work, visiting the city every day to eat miscreant's blood, Asmodeaus had climbed to the 8th layer of Qi Condensation. Although not a peak Qi refiner, it should be more than enough to enter a cultivation sect.

The smalltime sect and the LargeQuincy sect set up booths in the middle of the city square. The Smalltime sect had a small corner with knickknacks and doohickeys. The knickknacks were to test cultivation level and the doohickeys were to test strength. If your cultivation was passable but your strength didn't meet the standards you still wouldn't be admitted to the sect. Don't ask why there are such regulations, it seems common enough.

So Asmodeaus went to the smalltime sect's testing station. He queued up and after a long and boring wait it was his turn to be tested.

"Qi Condensation realm 8!"

There was a small uproar, 8th realm Qi refining experts were rare here. Most of them had already been absorbed by the sects.

The LargeQuincy sect came over and said "This person. We want him."

The smalltime sect tester's face turned blue "He came to our test site."

The LargeQuicy sect manager laughed "Who asked you to compete with us? Now get lost, dog."

This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

Obviously the LargeQuincy sect was used to being domineering. Asmodeaus had no inclination as to which sect he joined so he just went with the flow. He didn't get up and shout for justice for the smalltime sect just because he liked their low-key personality. Sometimes being too low-key was a fault in of itself as well.

The LargeQuincy sect gathering place was opposite the smalltime sect. They had cordoned off the entire square. Lines upon lines of young children were being tested at once. It was spectacular. The LargeQuincy manager patted Asmodeaus on the shoulder. "Kid, you've come to the right place. With us your talents will blossom over the entire Wuxian continent."

It was a large pie, but little did he know how accurate his words could have been. Asmodeaus was planning to make the entire continent Blossom itself into oblivion.

Asmodeaus smiled "Yes, I believe I will fit in here."

Quincy are a type of archer. But instead of arrows into the flesh they shoot souls. As a sect dedicated towards Quincy, the LargeQuincy sect mainly relied upon archery. But it did not only have archery, it was also an all-rounded sect.

After a few formalities the children who had been selected to the smalltime sect and the LargeQuincy sect set out with the managers towards their new homes. Asmodeaus was bored. Dogleg 1 and 2 had been left behind, there was nobody to suck off with Blood Nerve, and he had to travel in this caravan for a week. Asmodeaus busied himself with practicing archery, as it seemed it would be imperative in the new sect.

Asmodeaus decided to make friends with the other children accepted by the LargeQuincy sect. Get to know his peers, if you will. "Hello."

"Hi."

That was the extent of that conversation. Quite thrilling.