After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

"Father, I'm here."

"You silly child, I told you to hurry up, but you keep dawdling. What will happen if they leave?"

The little boy was about six or seven years old, and there were others as young as Mo Shan'an and the others, which is why the man assumed they were also there to participate in the selection process.

"Quickly, take these two little kids with you."

The other party assumed that Mo Shan'an and his companion didn't know how to get up there, and since they were wearing masks, they must have some unspeakable difficulties. Since neither of them had their parents with them, he didn't inquire further.

The older brother thought he had done a good deed and patted him on the shoulder with a kind expression.

"No, it's not"

Before Mo Shan'an could finish speaking, the boy, following his father's instructions, grabbed one of them with each hand and pulled them both up.

Among so many children, they seemed to be the shortest in terms of height, and they were wearing masks, which made the crowd below the stage burst into laughter.

"Whose child is this? Wearing a mask, is he afraid of being seen by others?"

"Exactly, no one is as good as my Dazhuang. He's so handsome! Everyone in the surrounding villages says my child has a chance to enter the Divine Sword Sect. That would be a great honor for the family!"

Some people make fun of and mock others, while others, whose children have already failed, can't stand seeing other children succeed, so they say these sarcastic things.

Let's sneak away later.

Mo Shan'an stood there anxiously watching as people walked past and washed their faces. There were only a dozen or so left before it was their turn, and he really didn't want to go to the Divine Sword Sect.

"Why?"

Ming Qing stood calmly behind the cub, quite curious to see if he could pull out the sword.

"I'm the boss, what I say goes. We'll sneak away later, understand?"

Are you scared? But I want to try.

Seeing that there were only a few people left, Ming Qing, in order to buy time, deliberately looked at the other party with disappointment and said, "I've decided I'm not going to be your underling anymore."

"!!!"

Mo Shan'an's eyes widened as if he had heard the most vicious words in the world. He couldn't help but stare at the person who was one centimeter shorter than him with a wronged expression.

“Last night I not only took you in, but also shared half of my bed with you. Today I even gave you my favorite fruit. Now I’m going to accompany you down the mountain.”

Do you want to hear what you're saying?!

Ming Qing's eyes twitched slightly. This little brat clearly didn't like that milk fruit, but he kept making excuses to force it on him. Wasn't he going down the mountain because he also wanted to come down and watch the excitement?

"You only gave it to me because you don't like it."

How could Mo Shan'an possibly admit it? He could only stare blankly, trying to overwhelm his enemy with his aura.

"Don't poke me, I'm..."

"Are you two done arguing?"

Mo Junlin noticed the two people who were standing still, and upon closer inspection, he heard that they seemed to be arguing about something.

"Have you finished arguing?"

Mo Shan'an saw that it was already their turn, and it seemed that it was too late to run away now.

When the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect saw the masks on their faces, they couldn't help but laugh. One was pale and the other was ugly, standing there blankly without moving, looking really strange.

"Pfft"

"Senior brother, you, you must bring them here quickly, otherwise it will be too late to get back to the mountain if we delay."

Jian Xiaoling couldn't bear to look directly at that strange and somewhat comical mask; he was afraid he would burst out laughing.

Aren't you going to take off your masks?

"Do not pick"

Mo Shan'an covered his face with both hands, afraid that they might accidentally tear off his mask.

"Are you two brothers?"

"I'm his boss."

Mo Junlin felt that the one behind him was more like an older brother than he was.

Mo Shan'an felt uneasy, and every time he took a step closer to the sword, he would turn around and glare at someone.

Ming Qing strode forward and arrived at the sword-drawing position a step ahead of Mo Shan'an. Before Jian Xiaoling could tell him to start, he pulled with his small hand.

"Ah, it's so simple!"

"........."

Whether on stage or off stage, the onlookers couldn't believe that such a young child had pulled it out so easily.

"Senior brother!! He pulled it out!"

Jian Xiaoling never drew his sword so easily back then, so how come it's so simple for him!

Mo Junlin frowned as he looked at the child who had put the sword back in; something was definitely wrong.

Anyone without cultivation needs the sword's approval to draw it; no one has ever tried so quickly, especially since the other party is just a two- or three-year-old child.

"What's wrong? Doesn't that count as pulling it out?"

"Yes, of course it counts."

Jian Xiaoling stared at him as if he were a treasure. This talent was on par with his senior brother's, or even higher.

"Come on, is your younger brother next? You come and try."

Perhaps two exceptionally talented junior disciples will emerge today; the sect leader will surely be so happy he won't be able to sleep.

So easy? How come the people in front of him couldn't pull themselves out?

Mo Shan'an's fighting spirit was spurred on by his younger brother, and he had even corrected the other's form of address beforehand.

"He's not my younger brother, he's my little brother."

Jian Xiaoling was stunned for a moment, looking at the little guy in front of him who was explaining to him so earnestly. When his gaze fell on the two red marks on the mask, he successfully made him laugh.

"Pfft, sorry, so you're the older brother after all."

Mo Shan'an looked speechlessly at the man who wanted to laugh but held it back; he also found the mask hilarious.

Turning sadness into anger was as simple as pulling it out.

"It seems really simple, what's so difficult about it?"

Mo Shan'an even demonstrated how to pull it out and put it back in without any pressure.

Ming Qing nodded. "It's too easy, there's no fun in it at all. Let's go."

Mo Shan'an stared at the other person speechlessly. "You were the one who suggested trying it, and now you're finding it boring?"

"........."

The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect listened to the discussion between the two little brats. Was it really that simple? Didn't you want to see how the defeated child next to them was made to cry by your words?

"Hey? Don't go! Now that you've got the chance to go to the Divine Sword Sect, you should come back with us and take a look."

After Jian Xiaoling finished speaking, Mo Junlin produced two sugar figurines from who-knows-where and stuffed them into their hands.

Mo Shan'an held the stick at the bottom of the sugar figurine, hesitated for a second, and thought to himself, "He who accepts a gift is bound to be obligated to give it to another." He was about to return it to the other party.

But the man interrupted him, pointing to someone who had somehow wandered off to a corner to steal food, and said, "Your brother ate it all."

It means it's no use for you to give it back to me now.

When Jian Xiaoling saw the little dumpling gripping the sugar figurine tightly, even through the mask, he could still see the anger in his hurried steps.

"Senior brother, is our Divine Sword Sect so unpopular now?"

Why do both of these kids want to leave?

But when I looked back at the children whose eyes were swollen from crying with their relatives, I immediately dismissed the idea.

When Mo Shan'an ran to the corner and found someone, the other person had already handed him a stick with some sugar stains still on it.

"for you"

He handed the sugar figurine to the other person, who looked rather pitiful. Considering that the other person also had an unreliable father, he understood.

Ming Qing stared at the sugar figurine in her hand, glanced at the awkward little guy, and smiled. "For me?"

Mo Shan'an ignored his words, crossed his arms and looked in another direction. He was quite loyal to his underlings. It was just two pieces of candy. He could bribe you with that.

"I'm the boss, so you eat what I tell you to eat. I don't like sweets, that's childish."