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In the eastern region of the Tianchen World, deep within the Tianmu Forest, at the Fengqing Sect's martial arts arena!

"Why can't I participate? The selection process of Qingyun Pavilion is an opportunity for us servant disciples. Since I am a servant disciple, I have the right to participate!"

Fan Tong stood on the arena, speaking firmly to the icy-faced female elder before him, but he could not warm her cold gaze in the slightest.

"Don't waste my time. You are the son of a sinner. Don't cause trouble. Get out of here right now!" the female elder reprimanded again in a stern tone.

"According to Article 99 of the Fengqing Sect's rules, higher-level disciples are not allowed to bully lower-level disciples without cause! I, Fan Tong, hereby apply to undergo the first round of assessment in accordance with the sect rules! Elder Mochou, please make your move!"

Fan Tong had no choice but to bring out the sect rules that were on the table. Although this drew laughter from the disciples below, it was ultimately a last resort.

"Hmph! A wolf in sheep's clothing!"

Elder Mochou snorted coldly, flicked the whisk in her hand, and a powerful aura burst forth, crashing down on Fan Tong like a hundred-pound boulder.

Fan Tong suddenly groaned, cursing Elder Mochou's petty tricks in his heart. He quickly adjusted his state and then firmly planted himself on the arena.

He was determined that as long as he persevered for just 15 minutes, he could pass the first round of assessments, then win one of the fifty spots in the second round, and thus enter the Qingyun Pavilion and rise to prominence!

Elder Mochou waved his whisk again, releasing his own pressure once more, and the gravity quickly reached three hundred jin.

Fan Tong gritted his teeth and stood there firmly, without trembling at all.

Below the arena, the disciples who were initially laughing gradually became surprised, never expecting that Fan Tong, who was usually so tough, could withstand such heavy pressure.

"Hmph! A stubborn resistance!" Elder Mochou looked up at Fan Tong, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. She suddenly increased the pressure again, and the gravity suddenly reached five hundred jin.

Fan Tong's body trembled violently. The immense pressure, whether intentional or not, seemed to be pressing down on his proud head, as if he were apologizing to Elder Mo Chou.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, and with a low growl, he raised his head again. Despite his bloodshot eyes and blood flowing from his mouth and nose, he wore a strange smile.

"Son of a sinner, just as your name suggests, you are a good-for-nothing, this is your destiny!" Elder Mochou said contemptuously, and tightened her grip, trying to push Fan Tong to the ground.

"Your parents bestowed this name upon you, how dare you insult it?" As soon as he finished speaking, an arc of electricity surged through Fan Tong's body, and a thunderous crackling sound instantly rang out.

The crackling of electric sparks seemed to ignite the martial arts arena, eliciting gasps of surprise from the crowd below the stage.

"What? His spiritual energy is leaking out? How did he break through to the Human Spirit Realm?"

"The key is still the rare lightning-attribute spiritual power. Is this still the same tough guy?"

"Alas! It's a pity. If they were ordinary servants or disciples, they would probably have been snatched up by the elders long ago!"

"Tch! What's there to be proud of? No matter how powerful you are, you're still the son of a sinner, and you can't escape your fate!"

Even the true disciples who were a little further away showed surprise and immediately let out another sigh.

He is the son of a sinner, and he has been bullied by some people even before he has shown his talent. If he were to make such a big splash, wouldn't that only bring him more trouble?

The Azure Cloud Pavilion is a test prepared by the Fengqing Sect for its servant disciples. Five servant disciples are recruited each year to learn martial arts techniques; those with talent are then transferred to outer sect disciples. This is a highly competitive opportunity, a chance that affects a person's entire life—how could it possibly be given to the son of a sinner?

Despite Fan Tong's remarkable talent, far surpassing that of other disciples, it did not change his status as the son of a sinner, and he was still unable to enjoy the benefits that the sect provided to other disciples.

"Are you still going to put on a brave face? Don't be so arrogant and think you're so capable!" Elder Mochou's eyes flashed with a sharp glint, and her tone became even colder.

"A man can't fail! There's still half an hour left, I must pass the test successfully!" Fan Tong took another breath, and the electric arcs on his body surface became even more dazzling.

"Stubborn fool!" Elder Mochou stepped forward, and a surge of dense spiritual energy suddenly pressed down on Fan Tong, causing a force of over 800 jin to press down on him.

*Pfft!* Fan Tong spat out a mouthful of blood!

His body felt completely hollowed out; he fell heavily to the ground, his mind blank, unable to feel the blood gushing from his ears, nose, and mouth.

"A good-for-nothing is a good-for-nothing, not approved!"

Elder Mochou walked up to Fan Tong, her toes pointing at Fan Tong's face pressed against the ground, and looked down at him, judging his fate.

"I...I refuse to accept this!" Fan Tong finally regained consciousness, panting heavily as he suppressed the anger in his heart.

This was, after all, a test, selecting the talent and potential of the servant disciples. Normally, only 10% of the elder's pressure would be needed, but Elder Mochou just now definitely released more than 20% of his aura.

This is completely disregarding the dignity of a Xuanling Realm expert and deliberately bullying a mere Renling Realm cultivator!

Martial arts are divided into many realms, such as the Human Spirit Realm, Yellow Spirit Realm, Profound Spirit Realm, Earth Spirit Realm, and Heaven Spirit Realm. Each major realm is further divided into nine heavens.

Each realm has insurmountable gaps. For these children under fifteen, being able to withstand the aura of a Xuanling realm expert for a quarter of an hour is already considered exceptional.

But Fan Tong never expected that Elder Mochou would act in such a way, giving him absolutely no chance.

"You're not happy? You'd better hold back! This is not a place for you. Get back to your storeroom and be a good servant to atone for your father's sins!"

After Elder Mochou finished reprimanding them, he turned and walked towards the edge of the arena!

"Too deceiving!"

Fan Tong, who was lying on the ground, ignored the pain in his chest, took a deep breath, and suddenly sprang up from the ground. He gathered all the electric arcs in his body and focused them on his fist, then blasted towards Elder Mochou's back.

"Like an ant trying to shake a tree, it's courting death!"

Elder Mochou didn't turn around at all. She simply took a step to the side and casually dodged Fan Tong's attack, waving her whisk at Fan Tong's chest.

Fan Tong coughed up another mouthful of blood and fell straight off the stage, rolling four or five meters away before coming to a stop.

Looking at Fan Tong lying on the ground, some of the outer disciples around couldn't help but show their admiration.

"I really didn't expect that Fan Tong wasn't just a beginner in the Human Spirit Realm, but actually at the second level of the Human Spirit Realm!"

"It's truly incredible that someone could reach this level through their own exploration. I'm ashamed of myself!"

"Could it be that this tough guy is always so competitive, just to toughen himself up?"

When someone raised this question, it immediately sparked a flurry of discussion. Who could have imagined that what was just a casual remark would later cause so much trouble and become the prototype of a cultivation school?

Fan Tong took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the ground. This one action caused him to spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

At that moment, he felt as if a fire was burning in his chest, unsure whether it was from his injuries or the anger within him.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Fan Tong staggered towards the exit of the training ground. Most of his servants and disciples spontaneously dispersed, clearing a path for him.

Although no one dared to step forward to help due to concerns, they still expressed their respect by simply looking at him.

Just then, several well-dressed outer disciples exchanged glances, squeezed out from the crowd, and blocked Fan Tong's path with amusement on their faces!