My Monster Space

The first rays of morning light slanted across Qin Tian's face through the cracks in the dormitory window.

However, Qin Tian did not wake up from his sleep. He had spent the entire previous night meditating in his spatial dimension to repair himself.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was not the comfort of rest, but the persistent, fine, stabbing pain deep in his right shoulder.

The blood erosion from last night was far more troublesome than he had anticipated.

Qin Tian sat cross-legged on the bed, recalling the scene from last night.

Although he had successfully directed most of his blood and energy towards the demonic flower mark for purification.

But a last trace of alien power remained, seemingly alive, stubbornly rooted deep within his bones, resisting the expulsion of his golden core spiritual power.

He tried to move his right arm, but his movements were noticeably stiff, and he felt a sense of sluggishness when he exerted force.

Qin Tian knew that in a place like Jinghai, where experts gathered, any flaw could have unexpected consequences.

"This injury can't be delayed any longer."

With a thought, he plucked two even more translucent green spiritual fruits from the sapling of the tree.

Every now and then, Qin Tian would discover that some spiritual fruits with even more potent medicinal properties would grow on the tree.

Qin Tian took out the spiritual fruit, but instead of swallowing it directly, he used his Golden Core spiritual power to refine one of them into a warm liquid.

This diluted elixir juice has a milder medicinal effect and is suitable for direct application to damaged meridians.

He applied the juice to his right shoulder, then guided the spiritual energy of his golden core, carefully channeling the pure energy of the spiritual fruit into the injured area.

The icy energy met the residual blood energy, producing a faint hissing sound, as if the two forces were engaged in a tug-of-war.

This excruciating pain caused fine beads of sweat to appear on Qin Tian's forehead.

Qin Tian stopped when the sunlight grew stronger and various hawking cries came from outside the street.

Qin Tian tried moving his arm. Although the pain hadn't completely disappeared, the stinging sensation in his right shoulder had lessened considerably, and he had now regained at least 70% of his mobility.

The remaining 30% must be nurtured slowly over time.

Today is an important day. We, the students who have passed the trials, finally have the opportunity to choose the higher education institution we want to pursue further studies in.

Huang Dong, Xiang Yang, Teacher Zhou and others were already waiting outside the door. They had gotten up early today and made a special effort to get ready.

"Oh, hurry up!"

When Xiang Yang saw Qin Tian leave, he couldn't wait to pull him along.

"Today is a great day for us to be selected as a high-level sect, haha, I must choose the most awesome one."

Qin Tian and the others stepped into the teleportation array, and when they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a magnificent plaza.

The dense, almost tangible spiritual energy rushed towards him, and the immense pressure emanating from the surrounding mountain gates forced Qin Tian's fifth-order Golden Core to circulate involuntarily in order to resist it.

Qin Tian looked around. The square was bustling with activity, with countless candidates who had passed the selection gathered there. But what was most eye-catching were the four enormous stone gates standing at the edge of the square.

Above each gate are inscribed ancient characters, representing the four most prestigious higher education institutions in Jinghai City:

Shangqing Sect: The sect with the longest history, its mountain gate is like a heavenly palace. It is known for its formations, sword cultivation, and physical techniques. Its spiritual power is the purest and most abundant, and it is regarded as a sacred place for the foundation of cultivation.

Shuihuang Mountain: The buildings are built against the mountain and surrounded by water, with abundant spiritual energy. They are skilled in elemental manipulation and the theory of elixirs and pharmacology. Their style is elegant and graceful. Most of their disciples are support or ranged magic users.

Proud Blood Manor: Two blood-red war beasts stand in front of the gate. They are fierce in style, specializing in blood techniques, swordsmanship, and assassination. Their cultivation method is radical and seems to match Qin Tian's "blood bone" talent.

Bloodflame Valley: A powerful force with flames soaring into the sky. They specialize in fire magic, weapon crafting, and mechanical manipulation, and their disciples are mostly weapon crafters and mechanical engineers.

In addition, there are other different colleges to choose from.

The white-robed elder I saw last time stood at the gate of the Shangqing Sect, his booming voice echoing through the sky: "Those who can reach this place are all elites! You have passed the trial, and now is the time for you to make your choice."

"Choose the academy you wish to enter to officially complete the selection! Once you have made your choice, you cannot change it!"

Qin Tian, ​​Xiang Yang, and Huang Dong exchanged glances; this was the moment that would truly determine their fate.

Xiang Yang was the first to make a decision.

His gaze was firm, and the aura of a swordsman surged within him, pointing directly at the ancient and magnificent gate.

"I choose the Shangqing Sect!" Xiang Yang's voice was filled with excitement and fervor. "I am a swordsman, and the Shangqing Sect is a holy land for sword cultivators. Only there can my talent reach its full potential!"

After saying that, he shook his blond hair and turned to look at the other two.

Huang Dong hesitated.

His wind spirit talent pursues speed and lightness, which seems to be related to the elegance of Water Phoenix Mountain and the fierceness of Proud Blood Manor.

"I'm hesitating... The elemental manipulation of Water Phoenix Mountain is beneficial for improving wind spirits, but the sharp movement techniques of Proud Blood Manor are very suitable for my speed-oriented style..."

Back when he was in Mingguang Junior High School, he always considered himself an outstanding student. Seeing that others were catching up, he didn't say anything, but he was secretly competing with them, afraid that he might accidentally choose an unsuitable school.

Qin Tian patted Huang Dong on the shoulder and reminded him, "The medicinal principles of the pills from Water Phoenix Mountain might help you improve more steadily, but the cultivation method of Proud Blood Manor is too radical and related to the Blood Dao, which carries great risks."

After hearing Qin Tian's analysis, Huang Dong thought for a moment, then took a deep breath and weighed his options: "You're right. Before pursuing ultimate speed, we need to solidify our foundation. I choose Water Phoenix Mountain!"

Watching Xiang Yang and Huang Dong walk towards their respective desired gates, Qin Tian knew that although they made different choices, the brotherhood forged in the previous battles would not be broken.

Now it was Qin Tian's turn to make a choice. He originally thought Shangqing Sect was the first choice, but after seeing Aoxue Manor, he hesitated a bit.

"The blood energy of the Blood Manor is the most concentrated, and it is most compatible with the 'Blood Bone Primordial Body' in my body. This will allow my strength to increase rapidly in the shortest time."

"But," Qin Tian pondered again.

"The spiritual power of the Shangqing Sect is the purest and most abundant, which is most conducive to stabilizing my 'seventh-order golden core' and suppressing the demonic flower mark in my body."

Moreover, Qin Tian had a premonition that the key to unlocking the mark lay within the Shangqing Sect.

He ignored Qiu Yuan, who had a grudge against him within the Shangqing Sect.

Qin Tian carefully compared the results, sensing the reactions of the demonic flower mark and the golden core within his body.

The allure of the Bloodstained Manor is immense, but behind this allure lie unpredictable risks.

The Demon Flower Mark is a product of the Blood King's curse. If one cultivates in an environment with the most concentrated blood energy, it is very likely to accelerate the mark's loss of control and backlash.

What he needs most now is to solidify his foundation and suppress potential threats.

After thinking for a long time, Qin Tian raised his head and looked firmly at the oldest and most magnificent gate among the four major gates—Shangqing Sect, meeting the old man's deep gaze.

As if sensing Qin Tian's choice, the old man smiled and nodded at him.

"Let's go to the Shangqing Sect."

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Tian stepped into the ancient and magnificent sect gate.