Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Several young people dressed in light-colored robes stood outside the door.

One of them saw Xilun approaching and raised his hand to stop him.

"What brings you here?"

Xilun clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"To become an apprentice."

The man nodded slightly, showing no disdain.

"Go ahead, register first, then wait for the assessment."

He called over a young girl to lead the way.

The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with round cheeks, bright eyes, and her skirt swayed gently as she walked.

After thinking for a moment, Xiren took out a gold pound cheque from his pocket and handed it over.

This wasn't a bribe; it was more like a test.

The girl was startled and waved her hands repeatedly.

"No, no, we don't accept that, we're not talking about that."

She lowered her voice and said seriously, "If you accept it, you will be punished."

Xilen did not insist and took the check back.

The girl saw that he wasn't embarrassed; instead, she laughed.

"You're from out of town, aren't you? A lot of outsiders are like that, thinking you have to bribe your way in and out of town."

"But our monastery is truly different."

She led Xilen through a long white stone corridor, chattering away.

"If you pass the test later, remember to mention my name."

Xilun glanced at her.

The girl blinked: "I have a reward."

"What's your name?"

"Angel".

She flashed a bright smile.

"That angel from the angels, but I can't fly, nor can I cure serious illnesses. Right now, all I can do is deliver people and carry medicine boxes."

Xilun nodded slightly.

"If it passes, I will remember it."

Angel pushed open a door with satisfaction.

"Go inside and wait."

There was already one person inside.

He was a tall young man carrying a broadsword. When he saw Xilun enter, he simply nodded.

Soon after, several more people came in.

There were six people in total.

Xilun sat by the window, listening to the sound of the flowing spring outside. His mind was much calmer than it had been yesterday at the Sea Demon Temple.

A moment later, the door was pushed open.

A man dressed in the robes of the Holy Light Monastery walked into the room.

He was not tall, had an ordinary face, neatly combed brown hair, and his cuffs were so clean they were almost spotless.

But the moment he stepped into the room, Xiren's back tensed slightly.

Fourth order.

The other party concealed their aura very well, and did not even deliberately release any pressure.

But that profound and unfathomable sense of stillness could not escape Xilun's current perception.

Fourth-order extraordinary.

The powerful figures who are almost never seen in the lower city of Saint Laurent are now merely the examiners for the entrance examination.

The profound history of Star Ring Island once again weighed heavily on Xilun's mind.

The man looked around at everyone, his tone calm.

"That's about it."

"My name is Allah."

"Today I will see your true colors."

He didn't give a long speech, nor did he preach any lofty principles.

"Show your skills first."

"We'll discuss other things after the assessment."

Xilun let out a soft breath.

At least they didn't immediately ask if someone was under fifteen, had pure energy, or was blank.

It depends on ability.

He's good at that.

-

The six people inside the house reacted differently upon hearing Allah's words.

Some people nervously clenched their sleeves, some quietly straightened their backs, and some pretended to be calm, but their eyes kept glancing at Allah's face.

A fourth-tier extraordinary individual personally conducts the evaluation.

This in itself is a form of pressure.

Allah, however, seemed not to notice the reactions of the crowd. He simply walked to the center of the room and gently pressed his hand on the ground.

A faint white light shone through the cracks in the stone bricks, forming a circular area.

"Enter the circle one by one."

"Show us what you do best."

"Healing, protection, combat, tracking, and perception—all are possible."

"Don't hurt anyone, don't destroy houses."

His tone remained indifferent.

"I don't like wasting time."

The first to step forward was a tall young man with a broadsword on his back.

He announced his name: a second-tier extraordinary being, skilled in frontal attacks and defense.

Allah nodded.

The young man entered the white light circle, drew his broadsword, his blood and qi surged, and he stomped heavily on his foot, the sword sweeping horizontally, a low whistling sound echoing in the air.

This sword strike was powerful.

On a small, remote island, it would be enough to deter many first-tier extraordinary beings from confronting it head-on.

Allah simply extended two fingers.

clang.

The sword's edge was caught in the grip.

The young man's face flushed red, and the muscles in his arms tensed, but he could not push the sword forward an inch further.

Allah releases his hand.

"His strength is passable, but his footwork is rough, and his energy is scattered in his shoulders and back. He cannot fight for long."

The young man sheathed his sword, his face filled with shame, but he still bowed and withdrew.

The second one was a petite woman.

She was only at the first level, and a faint light could condense in her palms, which, when placed on wounds, had a slight hemostatic effect.

Allah instructed a deacon beside him to bring a test fish whose flesh had been lacerated.

After the woman performed the procedure, the fish's wounds slowly tightened.

Allah looked at it for a moment.

"His affinity with the Holy Light is weak, but his mind is stable. He can be admitted to the outer hospital for medical care."

A look of joy immediately appeared in the woman's eyes.

The third one was a young boy who hadn't even truly entered the first level yet, having only learned basic breathing techniques.

He stood in the circle, his face flushed, and could only say that he had a good memory and could recite herbal illustrations.

Allah did not laugh, but only asked a few questions about the medicinal herbs.

The boy answered very quickly.

"Go to the pharmacy branch for another test."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and quickly withdrew.

The remaining people then took turns presenting their work.

One of the first-tier men had a good sense of smell and could detect when the potion had gone bad; a second-tier woman had practiced water-based magic and could condense a water shield in a short time, but her strength was weak; and another person attacked fiercely but was also impatient. When he attacked, he almost injured the steward next to him, but Allah gave him a cold look and immediately silenced him.

Finally, it was Xilun's turn.

All eyes in the room were on him.

He was too quiet from the moment he entered the room.

They didn't initiate conversation, nor did they show any signs of nervousness.

Only then did he slowly rise and walk into the white halo.

"Silon".

He paused.

"Third-tier extraordinary individual".

The room fell silent instantly.

Those who had previously witnessed the demonstration were all visibly surprised.

A third-tier extraordinary being?

Even on Star Ring Island, Tier 3 individuals are not ordinary people you can find everywhere.

If many small families could have one person at the third rank, it would be enough to preserve their property.

The young man with the broadsword on his back narrowed his pupils and couldn't help but take a closer look at Xilun.

Allah was not surprised, but simply nodded slightly.

He had already gotten a general idea of ​​what was going on when Xilun entered.

"Third-order mutants have completed the tempering of their skin and flesh, and their strength has begun to penetrate their bones."

Allah looked at Sirin and calmly said, "The next step is to transform the tendons and qi, making the tendons as taut as a string, the qi as strong as a thread, the movements light and the force exerted more coherently."

"Have you practiced any breathing techniques specifically for Yi Jin Jing (a traditional Chinese exercise)?"

Xilun shook his head.

"No."

While it is true that the Breath of the Styx has three levels, it leans more towards cold, corrosive energy and hidden killing intent.

The Great Thunder Breathing Technique involves tempering the entire body, but it is not specifically for strengthening tendons and muscles.

The Xuan Yin Breathing Technique is powerful, but it is dominated more by coldness.

What he lacks so far is a high-level method that can reorganize the major tendons and unify the three stages of the body.

Allah is not surprised.

"It seems you haven't found the right path yet."

His gaze lingered for a moment on Xilun's shoulders, back, wrists, and ankles.

"You are physically strong, but your energy channels are not complete. It's like a makeshift ship frame that can weather the storms but is not suitable for long voyages."

This statement is very accurate.

Xilun's heart stirred slightly.

Allah continued, "It's alright."

"My monastery has no shortage of techniques, including several top-tier techniques for transforming tendons and qi."

"Of course, to cultivate oneself, one needs both the necessary conditions and the necessary skills."

He raised his hand.

"Perform your magic, let me see."

Xilun did not immediately unleash his full power.

He first activated the Mysterious Yin Breathing Technique.

The indoor temperature quietly dropped.

Fine frost patterns condensed at the edge of the white halo, and a wisp of pale, chilly air lingered around his fingertips, like the silent mist floating in a winter night.

An stretched out his hand to touch the chill.

The frost spread along his fingertips, but was quickly dissolved by a layer of gentle white light.

"The purity of the Yin-cold element is quite good."

"But the source is somewhat off-center."

Xilun withdrew the Xuan Yin Coldness and then activated the Great Thunder Sound Breathing Technique.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and a very faint tremor emanated from his flesh and bones, like distant thunder muffled by thick clouds.

This breathing technique had weakened within him and was far less refined than before, but it was still sufficient for demonstration.

Allah listened for a moment.

"Your foundational techniques are at a decent level, and you've practiced them very thoroughly."

Then came the Breath of the Styx.

Xilun released only a trace.

A dark blue, chilling liquid condensed into droplets in my palm, its surface calm and still, yet within it seemed to conceal an extremely deep and cold underground river.

The low-level cultivators inside the room felt a chill run down their spines after just one glance.

It wasn't just cold.

It's more like the aura of a mixture of serious illness, drowning, decay, and silent death.

Allah's eyes finally showed a hint of seriousness.

He raised his hand, and a point of holy light fell on the black-blue water droplet.

Nourishing.

A very faint white mist rose from the surface of the water droplet, but it did not dissipate immediately.

"A dangerous method."

Allah said, "You have quite the courage."

Xilun said calmly, "Coming from a small place, there aren't many paths we can take."

Allah glanced at him but made no comment.

"continue."

west put two fingers together and drew a shallow bloodstain on his palm.

Bloodstains appeared, quickly congealing into dark red lines.

This is a blood seal technique he mastered in his early years. It is no longer his core skill, but it can still be used as a combat aid.

He then drew a blade hidden in his cane and performed a few simple spear techniques.

He used a cane instead of a gun, and his steps forward and backward still carried the ruthlessness, restraint, and concealment that Lund had taught him.

The people inside couldn't see much, but they noticed that his movements were clean.

But Allah sees much deeper.

He stood still, letting Xilun launch several probing attacks.

Each time, the blade of Siron's staff was blocked by an invisible force an inch from Allah's robe, like piercing a bottomless, gentle lake.

No matter how tricky the angle, you can't truly reach the other party.

The difference between fourth-order and third-order is so clear it's almost brutal.

After a moment, Allah said, "Is that all?"

Xilun stopped moving.

The house was quiet.

He knew that if he only showed these things, he might be able to get into the disciplinary division, but he might not be able to gain any attention.

But you can't reveal all your true cards.

The remains of the evil god, the bone whistle of the black crow, and the secret of seizing alien talents must never be revealed.

Those with Stormbloodline and Thunder Spirit should also be cautious.

He considered for a moment and said, "He also has some skills in getting close to water."

Allah raised his brow slightly.

"Give it a try."

There used to be a basin of water in the corner of the room, which was used to clean wounds and test medicines.

Xilun raised his hand.

The water in the basin was gently shaken, and then it floated up silently.

The water flow split in mid-air, turning into dozens of thin lines that slowly swirled along the white halo.

He didn't use force, but operated it in the most stable way.

The water lines split and merge in the air, twist and turn, condense into thin blades, and then disperse again as rain and mist.

Finally, droplets of water hung around Xilun, as if being pulled by invisible threads.

This is not ordinary water-based energy.

Allah finally showed obvious surprise.

He opened his mouth as if to ask something, but then stopped himself.

talent?

Bloodline?

Or is it some kind of special method?

Achieving such delicate hydrophilicity control at level 3 is no easy feat.

In particular, the aura emanating from Xilun was not purely water-based, but rather a mixture of coldness, deathly stillness, thunderous intent, and a deeper sense of ocean tides.

Allah did not ask any further questions.

Big organizations know what to ask and what not to ask when they recruit.

It's enough that a third-order extraordinary being is willing to demonstrate this much.

He waved to signal Xilun to withdraw the water flow.

"Not bad."

Xilun clapped his hands together, and all the water droplets fell back into the basin without splashing out a single drop.

Allah looked at him and finally gave his conclusion.

"Congratulations."

"You can join the Holy Light Monastery."

The expressions of the people inside the room varied.

Some were envious, some were shocked, and some couldn't help but glance at Xilun a few more times.

A weight was lifted from Xilun's heart.

It's over.

Although their specific identities, treatment, and branch arrangements are still unknown, at least the Holy Light Monastery did not close down like the Sea Demon Temple.

He bowed to Allah.

Thank you.

Allah said, "In your case, the Holy Light Division may not be suitable; the Retribution Division might be more willing to accept you."

"However, your ability to connect with water and your yin-cold techniques can also be evaluated for special consideration."

"Someone will help you with your temporary hospital registration, accommodation, and regulations later."

His tone became slightly serious as he said this.

"There's one more thing."

Xilun looked up.

Allah looked at him and said, "There are many traces of conflict in your body, and even old pollution that has been forcibly suppressed."

The others inside couldn't quite understand.

Xilun's eyes narrowed slightly.

Allah did not go deeper.

"The monastery does not forbid disciples from having secrets."

"But if you lose control within the facility, the Disciplinary Division will handle the matter according to the rules."

"Do you understand?"

Xilun nodded calmly.

"clear."

Allah withdrew his gaze.

"Go out."

Xilun pushed open the door and left.

Outside the door, Angel was squatting by the steps, using a small stick to poke at the pebbles in the wet soil after the rain.

Hearing the door open, she immediately looked up, her eyes sparkling.

"You passed, right?"

Xilun asked, "Why do you think that?"

Angel stood up and patted the hem of her skirt.

"When you went in, you had a furrowed brow the whole time, like you owed someone a lot of money."

She carefully observed Xilun's face.

"Although he is still cold, his brows have relaxed."

"Besides, you're a third-tier extraordinary being; you should be able to pass normally."

She added, "Of course, it doesn't guarantee you'll get into a good department, but getting in shouldn't be too difficult."

Xilun nodded slightly.

"Yes."

Angel immediately burst into laughter.

"Very good!"

"From now on, we will be fellow cultivators in the same academy."

With her hands behind her back, she led the way with light steps.

"Come on, come on, I'll take you to register. Remember to give me my name, I really do get a reward. The big guy I brought last time didn't get in, making me come all this way for nothing."

Xilun followed behind her, listening to her talk the whole way.

"You're so amazing, you'll probably go to the disciplinary division, right?"

"The people in the Discipline Division are all fierce, but they also earn merits quickly."

"The Holy Light Branch Hospital is the best, but they treat patients every day, so their hands always smell of medicine."

"The pharmacy division is the richest, but it also has a strange temper."

"The monastery was the most boring place. Once, I brought them something, and the people inside didn't say a word for a long time. It scared me so much that I thought I had walked into a graveyard."

She speaks very quickly, like a clear mountain spring babbling along the way.