Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

Although the notice stated that the registration deadline was noon, those disciples were allowed in a little after the time.

Guan Shanyu stood in the team, sweating profusely. The aftereffects of excessive mountain climbing had not yet passed. He looked at the crowd with stars in his eyes and thought to himself, if I had known earlier, I would have climbed slower. I haven't had breakfast yet and I'm not sure if I'll faint from hypoglycemia later.

Those who participate in the inner door selection are divided into four teams, A, B, C and D, according to the amount of threshold fees they pay.

The Class A teams are particularly eye-catching, with many of them being young men from prominent families.

They were dressed in finery and behaved elegantly. Although they frequently cast scrutinizing glances at one another, they maintained a reserved silence, each standing erect, chins held high, like proud red-crowned cranes. Under the scorching sun, only Teams A and B were lucky enough to find the shade of the trees, enjoying a bit of coolness.

Guan Shanyu, on the other hand, was sunburned to the point of feeling dizzy. His originally fair face had turned red, and sweat was dripping like beads from a broken string. Fortunately, he had been hiding behind Li Qi and using his body to block the sun. Otherwise, with his physique, he would have fainted from heatstroke before the start of the game was announced.

"System, do you have any small fans, air conditioners, or Huoxiang Zhengqi water? I'm almost dying of heat."

With a "ding" sound, a cold and ruthless voice rang out [Sorry, this service is currently unavailable]

Damn, this is a garbage system.

Guan Shanyu's eyes were blurred by the scorching sun. He struggled to fan himself, watching Yan Ruchen from afar, who was in the A-rank team. He stood out among the elegant young masters and ladies dressed in silk and satin. Though he wore a patched, old shirt, his face showed no trace of inferiority. He spoke calmly to Chen Rongrong, a truly remarkable sight. Even a protagonist wearing a sack would still be more eye-catching than an NPC.

Such a handsome young man was created by myself, and he will become a demon king who dominates the world in the future.

Guan Shanyu looked at Yan Ruchen's slightly thin back with a happy heart. Even the heat around him seemed to have subsided a little, and the corners of his mouth curled up without him knowing when.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ruchen was caught off guard and suddenly turned his head back, not knowing whether he sensed his gaze or not.

The two pairs of eyes met in the air. Guan Shanyu was startled and immediately lowered his head guiltily.

I had just robbed him of his money and left him alone, and then I was secretly smiling at him. No matter how you look at it, it seemed like I was laughing at him behind his back. Even if he was looking at me with admiration, I couldn't let him see it. It would be better for him to just keep his head down.

Guan Shanyu lowered his head and continued to fan himself. Suddenly, a pair of straw sandals appeared in front of him. He slowly raised his head and saw Yan Ruchen standing in front of him. His face was full of scars but he had a gentle smile on his face.

"Yan Ruchen?" Guan Shanyu stared at him, then looked at Chen Rongrong. When did he come over?! Why else would he come over?!

Yan Ruchen nodded slightly, clutching the corner of his clothes lightly, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "It's me, can I line up here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qi and the others turned around, glaring at him with a sinister smile on their lips: "Hey, didn't you sneak into the A-level team by hooking up with a young lady? Why, you come to our lower-level team to make a name for yourself, are you trying to show off?"

Yan Ruchen stood aside, at a loss, and Guan Shanyu sighed inwardly.

Chen Rongrong rescued this person because you robbed him of his money and he couldn't pay the threshold fee. Moreover, the immortal sect has always paid attention to the moral character of students. You have an argument with others here, and there are disciples watching nearby. They might kick you out for causing trouble.

But you are just an NPC following the plot, and your role is limited to this.

He glanced at the Class A team and saw several young ladies and gentlemen rolling their eyes at him. It was obvious that Yan Ruchen had suffered similar treatment when he was there.

Guan Shanyu knew very well that children of this age have extremely strong self-esteem, so how could they stay here? It would definitely be more reassuring for them to find their own place.

Over there, Chen Rongrong was still arguing with a group of young ladies, wringing her handkerchief and stamping her feet from time to time. Guan Shanyu withdrew his gaze, thinking that it was so hot, so they should just queue up properly and not cause any more trouble.

He raised his hand, clenched his fist in front of his mouth, coughed twice, and changed the subject: "Hey, this sun is too hot, I feel a little dizzy. Aren't you hot?"

Li Kang turned around after hearing this and saw that Guan Shanyu's eyes were vacant and his face was red. He couldn't help but said in surprise: "Shanyu, you don't look right. Did you get heatstroke? Drink some water quickly."

A water bottle was handed to him. Guan Shanyu covered his face with his sleeves and took a few sips of water with a delicate gesture. Then he nodded slightly to everyone to show that he was feeling much better. He approached Yan Ruchen and quietly squeezed him into the team. With a breath and a hint of weakness, he whispered:

"You have pretty broad shoulders, please help me block the sun."

Li Qi and the others saw this and pulled Yan Ruchen in front of Guan Shanyu, and told him, "Shanyu is weak, you block him, don't let him faint."

After hearing this, Yan Ruchen stood still in front of Guan Shanyu, standing straight as if in a military posture. Guan Shanyu pretended to be weak, holding his forehead and standing aside. Occasionally, he raised his eyelids and inadvertently noticed that although Yan Ruchen was a year younger than him, he was already the same height as him.

Feeling dissatisfied, he leaned towards Yan Ruchen's back to see who was taller, but his eyes met Li Qi's concerned gazes. He smiled hurriedly and awkwardly, and pretended to be weak and leaned on Yan Ruchen's back. He felt his back stiffen, and although his forehead was covered in sweat, he remained motionless. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Yan Ruchen is destined to be a lonely star. Even a two-faced villain like Guan Shanyu has friends, but Yan Ruchen does not.

Guan Shanyu thought to himself: Son, don’t be sad. Although you don’t have many friends, I have arranged many wives for you.

Guan Shanyu was about to steal a glance at Chen Rongrong when he heard a laugh. Everyone looked up to see a sturdy, dark-skinned man standing nearby. He crossed his arms, glanced at them with a hint of disdain, and sneered, "You're so weak, yet you're actually trying so hard to participate in the inner sect selection?"

Coming towards him, Guan Shanyu straightened up, glanced at him lightly, and said, "The selection of the Immortal Sect focuses on spiritual roots rather than physical strength. Don't look at me as weak now, that's also from being burned by the sun. If we really talk about talent, it's not certain who is stronger and who is weaker."

After all, he is the man who holds the script. Even if he really falls down due to heatstroke, he will definitely not fail when testing his spiritual roots. Otherwise, he will not be able to enter Tianxuan Sect and how can he straighten the plot.

A few passersby who were feeling weak from the heat and were fanning themselves with sweat also echoed what he said.

Seeing this, the man couldn't help but laugh out loud. He said, "In that case, you should gather your strength and prepare for the next test. The selection is about to begin, don't miss this opportunity."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear gong sounded in the martial arts training ground, followed by the thunderous sound of drums. Everyone immediately stopped talking and cast their eyes towards the stage.

Several disciples worked together to push a large, cloth-covered object out. Meanwhile, the five previously empty chairs in the stands were filled with guests. Guan Shanyu watched all this from a distance, feeling a surge of excitement.

They're the elders of the sect! The masters of the martial arts world, the masters of the world's most powerful martial arts! Holy shit, that's so impressive! My self-written scenes actually look so impressive in real life.

The elders on the stage naturally didn't notice Guan Shanyu's eyes shining. Among the vast sea of ​​more than 2,000 students, each one's eyes were shining with longing, and Guan Shanyu had long been hidden in the crowd. When everyone recognized that the elders were in place, they all quieted down and waited for the next selection instructions. A man dressed in formal attire stood on the stage, cleared his cough and said to the crowd:

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. The Tianxuan Dao Sect's five-yearly sect selection will begin shortly. I will first explain the rules. If you don't understand something, please ask immediately. If there are no questions, the Class A teams will begin, and each person will take the trial at once. Do you understand?"

Everyone said in unison: "Understood."

The entry selection standard of Tianxuan Taoist Sect is the spiritual root test. After the selected envoy practices breathing exercises, he strikes a special lime and wood drum with his palm. The distance reveals the strength of the spiritual root.

The sect is further divided into five sub-factions: the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, specializing in swordsmanship and a leader in the sect, comparable to Tsinghua University and Peking University; the Purple Myrtle Society, focused on astronomical observation and feng shui calculations, and accepting only female practitioners; the Spiritual Herb Pavilion, specializing in medicine and pharmacology, even dabbling in poison research; the Qionghua Peak, responsible for weapon forging and management; and the Mysterious Frost Residence, overseeing internal affairs and serving as the backbone of logistics. The elders of each faction select disciples based on the results of spiritual root tests to ensure the sect's inheritance and development.

The rules have been announced, and after confirming that everyone has no problem, the selection officially begins.