At that moment several multi-coloured swords flew toward them. For each word that dissipated, there was a Flying Thunder sect disciple, each followed by several 15-year-olds.

There were both male and female youth. As they landed, they too had similar expressions to Erik's groups as they looked at the scene in front of him in awe.

Most of them were from mortal families who had never seen an immortal, not to mention an immortal sect.

All the Flying Thunder disciples that brought them gathered together and started chit-chatting among themselves. After waiting for a while, all the recommended youth arrived at the sect. A middle-aged man clad in white scanned the area. He emotionlessly said, "I know that all of you are filled with hope and expectations for your future but among all of you, only a few will be selected as the disciples of Flying Thunder Sect."

"But aren't we already selected?"

"Why do we have to take the test?"

All the youth cried out in shock. Erik's mind was filled with confusion; he didn't understand a single thing that was going on here.

"Sect! What the hell was that?" Erik's thoughts moved at lightning speed. He came up with many explanations, but none seemed to fit the current situation.

At first Erik thought he was on the set of some Hollywood movie or was dreaming, this was the most likely explanation. Erik reasoned in his head and continued to think.

If he was on a set of some movie, then that was the most realistic one that he had ever seen.

However, as time continued to pass, his theory started to fall apart bit by bit.

The sensation of wind hitting his face was too real to ignore. The feeling of sunlight hitting his skin. Whatever the case maybe he was starting to enjoy a little bit of it.

At this moment, Erik was completely sure that he was in another world and that he was not daydreaming.

"Cultivation, the path to achieve immortality is not simple. Contrary to popular belief, how far you will walk the path of cultivation depends on your natural talent."

"Therefore, the first test is to see whether or not your spirit is strong enough. Now, whoever I point to will come forward and will stand in front of that mirror and take the test."

The middle-aged man announced in an indifferent voice and pointed his finger at a youth, following his words a ten-foot-tall mirror appeared beside him.

"Me?" The youth pointed a finger at himself and asked in confirmation.

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"You!! Are out, you aren't for cultivation." The middle-aged man announced in a cold voice.

"What! But I am the most talented in my family." The youth cried out in shock.

The middle-aged man ignored him and pointed a finger at another youth. The middle-aged man detested the mortals who dilly-dallied and wasted his time.

The youth's legs trembled. He carefully walked over to the mirror. The mirror showed no reaction.

"Not qualified. Go home and take care of your fish."

The youth suddenly collapsed on the ground and fainted.

Then another youth was pointed at. He moved forward with a fearful expression.

"Go home, not qualified."

"Go home, not qualified."

"Go home, not qualified. Dammm, which bastard even recommended you."

Twenty people in a row failed the test. Until now no one has succeeded.

It was Ryan Gorbin's turn. He calmly walked forward without fear and stood in front of the mirror.

The middle-aged man looked at him with an approving look in his eyes.

The mirror started to shine brightly signifying that Ryan had a talent for cultivation.

Seeing the reaction of the mirror, the middle-aged man's face lit up and asked, " What is your name?"

Ryan seemed to have known about The middle-aged man, he quickly replied.

"Immortal Mark Frost, my name is Ryan Gorbin."

The immortal nodded and said, "Hmmm! Stand behind me."

Ryan felt elated and instantly relaxed. He walked under the gazes of everyone filled with jealousy. His eyes were filled with arrogance and contempt as he looked at the crowd.

"Motherfucker, what a lucky son of a bitch." Kira Gorbin muttered to Erik while curling his lips.

Erik, however, wasn't listening to him. His mind was in overdrive. He was going through all sorts of scenarios in his head.

"I am not that unlucky, I should have some talent for cultivation." Erik thought in his head and continued to watch.

"Not bad. You also stand to the right," said the middle-aged man, surprised, to the young girl in front of him.

After a short period of time, almost all of the youths had been tested and only three stood to the right of the middle-aged man. Erik was up next.

Erik looked at Ryan, Kiara and the unknown young girl and walked in front of the mirror with a confident gait.

Erik took a deep breath and waited. He was fairly confident.

"I should be selected." Erik thought in heart with confidence.

The mirror didn't react at all, Erik's heart plummeted.

"Go, Home not…" Before the middle-aged man could finish his words. The mirror finally reacted, a dim glow just like a firefly was emitted by the mirror.

"Not qualified, however, you can work as the servant of the sect." The middle-aged man announced in a plain voice.

"What! How can I not be qualified?" Erik thought in shock. He was talentless in a world where people could fly through the air.

What would happen to him? He couldn't even go back to the Gorbin family. As he didn't know anything about them.

Ryan Gorbin looked at Erik with a face full of contempt, fully expressing his disdain for him.

Sometime later, Erik was sitting on a wooden bed with a hopeless expression on his face.

He was assigned to take care of the herb garden of the sect. Sitting on the bed the memories of his death appeared in his mind. How he was brutally murdered for no reason.

Erik was instantly filled with fury and rage. He gritted his teeth and smashed his fist into the ground.

"How dare that son of bitch dare to shoot him."

"What gave him the courage."

Erik continued to smash his fist into the ground, the skin of his hands was torn open and blood started to seep out of the wounds.

And unknowingly tears started to appear at the corner of his eyes.

and soon he wasn't able to hold them in he started to cry.

"Why does this have to happen to me." Erik felt all alone in the new world with no one to rely on.

"Daammnn! Who is making so much noise at late night." The sound of footsteps came closer to Erik followed by the appearance of an old man in his 50s.