"Let's see his profile so I can deal with this bitch later," I muttered to myself, my determination solidifying as I made plans to address the situation on my own terms.
[Name: Mo Gu
Race: Human
Bloodline: not awakened
Physique: not awakened
Bone age: 17
Spiritual root: 6
Comprehensiveness: 4
Cultivation realm: Qi gathering realm 6th level
Innate talent: none
Skills: three sabers at once, One-step movement art, Mo family Qi gathering art….]
As I got up and brushed off the dust, I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "What a coincidence, running into the Mo clan again. Is fate trying to tell me to kill every one of the Mo clan?"
My eyes flickered over to Mo Gu's panel, noting his higher cultivation despite his lesser talent, a clear sign of…. his family's investments in him.
A gentle voice interrupted my thoughts as a kind old lady approached. "Are you alright, young one?" she asked with concern.
I offered her a reassuring smile. "Oh, don't worry, Grandma. I'm perfectly fine... Hehe."
Curiosity nagged at me, and I couldn't resist asking….. maintaining my fake smile, "By the way, who was that boy?"
Despite being aware of his connection to the Mo clan, I remained oblivious to his position within his clan, prompting me to seek clarification from the older woman.
The old lady explained that he was one of the elders' children in the Mo clan and cautioned me to be careful around him as he had a bad temper.
After thanking her, I made a mental note never to let him go away just like that…At least until I broke some of his bones to pieces…
But for now, my focus has shifted to gathering information about current affairs. With a nod of appreciation to the kind grandma, I turned my attention to my immediate task.
The bustling inn beckoned as the perfect hub for gathering intelligence.
Upon entering the nearest inn, the inn is pulsating with activity.
Some people peacefully enjoyed their meals and their drinks, while others engaged in spirited discussions about the latest news and activities, infusing the establishment with an infectious liveliness.
"Excuse me, may I order two pieces of fried chicken and a bowl of rice with soup?" I requested it politely.
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"Of course, let me prepare your order. Please take a seat at any available table. Little Fen, can you please prepare two pieces of fried chicken and a bowl of rice with soup for the customer?" The server promptly attended to my request.
As I found an empty table nearby to sit, I couldn't help but overhear the nearby conversation.
"Have you heard? In three days, the recruitment test will be held at Seven-Martial Hall. My son will be participating, and he's already at the Qi Gathering Realm 6th Realm... Isn't that amazing?" A middle-aged man boasted proudly, sipping his wine.
"Hehehe... Indeed, Mr. Zen's son is among the brightest talents in our area. He will surely qualify," Someone openly kissed Mr. Zen's ass, which made Mr. Zen's nose start to rise like a tower.
"Yes, I've heard too. Huong Bo, at just 17, has already reached the Qi Gathering 6th realm. Meanwhile, here I am at 34, only at the Qi Gathering 5th realm... shhh," another person lamented.
"Hahaha... Please, there's no need for such praise. It's all thanks to Bo'er's dedication." Mr. Zen modestly deflected the admiration.
"I've also heard that many exceptional talents will be participating. I'm quite eager to witness it," chimed in another person.
"Why wouldn't you be? The Profound-Enmity Sect is one of the most prestigious sects in Starlight City. Entrance into it could change one's life forever," remarked another.
"And what are the requirements for the test, Mr. Zen?" someone queried.
"I heard from my son that you need to have a spiritual root level of 4 or higher, and you must be no older than 18," Mr. Zen informed.
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As the discussion went on… my order arrived.
"Sir, here is your meal," the server said, placing the plate in front of me.
"Thank you," I acknowledged with a nod, preparing to savor my food.
As I indulged in my meal, I absorbed the gossip of their conversations, enjoying the atmosphere of the bustling inn.
Once I finished, I approached the manager to settle the bill.
"Hello, how much is the meal?" I inquired politely.
"Ummm... it's 25 copper coins in total: 10 copper coins for the two fried chicken, 10 for the rice, and 5 for the soup," the manager calculated, clearly stating the prices.
"Here it is," I said, handing over the coins before leaving.
With the afternoon approaching, I went to the market to purchase some daily necessities.
As I strolled through the street, my mind buzzed with the earlier gossip I had overheard. It seemed that a wave of exceptional talents would grace the upcoming recruitment test of the Profound-Enmity Sect.
Among the notable participants were Cao Long of the Cao Clan, Xu An representing the Xu Clan, Sha Nuo, hailing from the Sha Clan, and the intriguing figures of Mo Shi and Mo Gu from the Mo Clan. The list didn't end there; geniuses like Huang Bo were also poised to join, promising an event brimming with potential.
The rewards for those with level 4 or higher spiritual roots were undoubtedly enticing. A tantalizing incentive scheme unfolded: 100 silver coins and 2 Qi condensing pills of low tier for level 4, 200 silver coins and four pills for level 5, escalating to 500 silver coins and a mid-tier Qi condensing pill for level 6.
Level 6 will be rewarded 500 silver coins and 1 Qi condensing pill mid-tier, level 7 will be rewarded one gold coin and two mid-tier Qi condensing pills, level 8 will be rewarded two gold coins and one high-tier Qi condensing pills, and so on, higher your talent higher you will be rewarded.
Here I stood, my pockets barely jingling with a handful of silver coins. Yet, despite my modest means, I couldn't deny the allure of the Sect's promise of handsome rewards for those with highly talented people.
Let's not be dull on this matter now. Let's go to the market even though I am low on money. What if I get something good?
As I entered the bustling Ling Den marketplace, there was a flurry of activity. People bustled in and out, their voices rising and falling in lively conversation.
Bargaining echoed through the air as buyers and sellers haggled over prices… infusing the atmosphere with a vibrant energy.
Ling Den Market was known for its inclusivity, welcoming everyone seeking to buy or sell goods without discrimination.
The allure of affordable prices drew crowds from far and wide, contributing to the market's lively ambience.
Suddenly, one of the sly shopkeepers called out to me, as I was walking,
"Hey, young boy, do you want something?" Initially, I wanted to walk away, but I noticed a skill book that caught my attention. I felt a strange gut feeling that urged me to buy it.
Although I couldn't explain it, I believed it was the effect of the forbidden pupil of the eyes after pondering for a few seconds.