FOYL ~ 13

Chapter – 13

Entering the Outer Sect of the Hehuan Sect

Another day passed…

When Cao Kun and Nangong Wan hurriedly arrived at the outer sect square of the Hehuan Sect, they found the place already packed with a sea of people, the clamor of voices unceasing.

Today was the important day when the five peaks and two halls of the Hehuan Sect would select outer sect disciples.

The Hehuan Sect, as one of the five great sects of the Eastern Domain of the Tianxuan Realm, was vast in scale and profound in heritage. Its reputation had long attracted countless people harboring dreams of immortal cultivation.

This selection of outer sect disciples not only included handyman disciples like Cao Kun who were already within the Hehuan Sect, but also talented geniuses from all over the Eastern Domain who came in droves, eager to become members of the Hehuan Sect and embark on the path of immortal cultivation they so desperately sought.

The Hehuan Sect had five peaks and two halls.

The five peaks were respectively Xianyao Peak, Yaoyue Peak, Ziyang Peak, Tongming Peak, and Yunhai Peak.

The two halls were the Enforcement Hall and the Alchemy Hall.

Each place possessed the Hehuan Sect’s unique traditions.

Gazing at the bustling, lively scene before him, Cao Kun couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement:
“Never would I have thought that the Hehuan Sect recruiting outer sect disciples would stir up such a grand spectacle.”

With that, he gently took Nangong Wan’s hand and walked toward the front to queue up, preparing to undergo the tests for cultivation level and spiritual root aptitude.

Just then, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from the direction of the detection spirit array ahead, causing everyone to squint. Immediately after, the elderly deacon’s voice rang out, trembling with excitement:
“Xiao San! Qi Refining Layer Three! Spiritual Root: Extreme Grade Fire Spiritual Root!”

Instantly, the delicate-featured youth at the front became the center of attention across the entire outer sect square. Everyone’s gazes focused on him like spotlights, and discussions buzzed one after another.

Cao Kun’s heart stirred, and he quietly activated his Destiny Eye to look at Xiao San.

[Name: Xiao San]
[Destiny: ]

“Holy shit! Nearly ninety thousand Destiny points! Even more than my Nascent Soul realm fairy master. Could this kid be the legendary Child of Destiny?”

Cao Kun’s eyes widened, shock waves surging through his heart.

Nangong Wan keenly noticed Cao Kun’s abnormality. She leaned gently against him, her voice as soft as a spring breeze:
“Husband, what’s wrong?”

Cao Kun snapped back to reality, patted Nangong Wan’s boneless, jade-like hand, and comforted her softly:
“It’s nothing, Wan’er.”

But in his mind, his thoughts were racing, contemplating how to subdue this Child of Destiny and make him a servant.

Time passed swiftly, like a white horse flashing past a crack, and soon it was Cao Kun and Nangong Wan’s turn.

Ahead of Cao Kun, besides Xiao San with the Extreme Grade Fire Spiritual Root, there was also a youth named Wang Teng, who actually possessed an Extreme Grade Metal Spiritual Root.

Cao Kun also used his Destiny Eye to inspect Wang Teng, and the result greatly shocked him—that kid’s Destiny was actually over sixty thousand as well.

Cao Kun couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—the immortal cultivation world truly hid dragons and crouching tigers. Just here at the Hehuan Sect’s outer sect selection site alone, so many extraordinarily gifted individuals had emerged. He didn’t even dare to imagine how many heaven-defying existences were still hidden throughout the entire Eastern Domain, or even the entire Tianxuan Realm.

At this moment, Cao Kun silently reminded himself that the top priority was still to seize the time to establish his Foundation. Then he could follow his fairy master and cultivate diligently—improving his own strength was the right path.

“Cao Kun! Qi Refining Layer Eight! Spiritual Root: Low Grade Metal Spiritual Root!”

The deacon elder loudly announced the test results, then carefully examined Cao Kun’s bone age. When he saw that the bone age showed thirty, a glint of appreciation flashed in the deacon elder’s eyes. He looked at Cao Kun with higher regard and said encouragingly:
“You are quite remarkable. Although your aptitude is low, the fact that you’ve been able to cultivate to Qi Refining Layer Eight shows that you are a diligent and hardworking cultivator. I believe you will surely become a pillar of talent for our sect.”

“Uh, thank you for your guidance, Elder.” Cao Kun gave an awkward smile.

He recalled his past cultivation scenes—he had indeed worked very hard and seriously, often so exhausted he could barely get up. What the deacon elder said was not wrong.

After Nangong Wan finished her test, Cao Kun looked at her and asked:
“Wan’er, do you want to join Xianyao Peak with me, or do you have your own ideas?”

Hearing this, Nangong Wan’s pretty face turned serious as she said:
“Husband, Wan’er’s aptitude is relatively low. I want to try joining the Alchemy Hall. I don’t want to be a burden to you, husband.”

Cao Kun pulled Nangong Wan into his embrace and kissed her alluring red lips:
“Wan’er, I support you!”

“But husband, you have to come see me often in the future!” Nangong Wan’s eyes were seductive as silk as she looked at Cao Kun, twisting her graceful, enchanting body alluringly.

Cao Kun patted her perky little bottom and said fiercely:
“You little vixen, just wait till I properly deal with you!”

“Wan’er is yours, husband.” Nangong Wan breathed softly like orchid fragrance.

Hoo~~ Cao Kun took a deep breath.
“Alright, hurry up and go to the Alchemy Hall for your assessment.” Cao Kun pinched Nangong Wan’s cheek.

Nangong Wan snapped back to her senses at this moment, her face flushing with embarrassment at her earlier behavior, and she turned and ran off.

Cao Kun sighed inwardly at this moment.

Subservience Value was just too heaven-defying—even the gentle and dignified Wan’er had become this wanton.

Cao Kun also walked toward the registration area of the five peaks.

“This child has a karmic connection with me; he should join my Tongming Peak.” At this moment, a sharp voice rang out.

“Nonsense! This child clearly has an Extreme Grade Fire Spiritual Root. Don’t mislead others. He should join my Ziyang Peak instead!”

Cao Kun had just arrived when he saw several inner sect uncles in charge of registration and enrollment arguing in front. They were almost coming to blows over Xiao San.

Cao Kun had no interest in watching the show and walked straight to the Xianyao Peak registration desk. To his surprise, he ran into an acquaintance—and the kind who knew him inside and out.

Cao Kun’s gaze shifted to the mature beauty not far away, and the desire he had just forcibly suppressed instantly flared up again.

The beauty was dressed in a low-cut, waist-cinching purple long dress. The soft silk fabric clung tightly to her graceful figure, perfectly outlining her mature and alluring charm. A deep-purple muslin bustier could faintly be seen beneath. The hem of her skirt fluttered gently in the breeze, like a blooming violet, exuding a captivating fragrance.

Looking at her enchanting, charming face, her skin was as smooth and delicate as white jade. The slightly upturned corners of her mouth carried a faint, almost imperceptible smile, adding even more seductive charm. Especially those watery eyes, like a clear, bottomless lake, with ripples of light flowing within, revealing an indescribable brightness and heart-stirring allure.

Following the gaze downward, one could see the beauty’s towering jade peaks. Her slender waist was so narrow it could barely be grasped, yet possessed astonishing flexibility and strength. And those round, plump, perky buttocks, outlining graceful and enchanting curves, were enough to make anyone turn their head for a second look.

Unfortunately, her jade feet were concealed by her skirt, so Cao Kun couldn’t see them.

Chu Yao also felt a scorching, burning gaze fixed intently on her at this moment—a gaze that seemed capable of piercing through her thin clothes, reaching straight into the sensual spring scenes beneath her skirt. Under such intense and unrestrained staring, she felt utterly uncomfortable.

Ever since cultivating with Cao Kun, she had felt an insatiable desire. Every night on her bed, she would think of her young lover. But that heartless Cao Kun, after stirring the waves of desire in her heart, had never appeared again. This left her full of resentment; when she could bear it no longer, she could only cultivate on her own.

At this moment, Chu Yao’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. Because there were too many people ahead, she hadn’t noticed Cao Kun yet.