Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 170: Joining the Clan

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Joining the Clan

"A mere ant serving as a Sword Slave, why bother wasting your breath on such a person! Let’s go register as well!" Young Master Shangguan glanced at Chu Feng with contempt and, with his head held high in pride, walked over to the registration point under the sect stele, escorted by a crowd of geniuses.

Chu Feng and Chu Yun were walking ahead of them, but since there was only one registration point and there were many talented individuals to register.

Thus, a long queue had formed.

At least forty or fifty people were lined up in front of them.

Chu Feng and Chu Yun honestly stood in line at the back, but Young Master Shangguan had no intention of queuing. He walked straight to the front of the line, took off his waist tag, and handed it over to the aged man responsible for the registration with a smile.

"I would like to ask Brother to help me with the registration!"

The elder in charge of registration looked quite old, but the clothes he wore were just the gray attire of an ordinary disciple.

Within the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, aside from those assigned miscellaneous tasks and Sword Slaves, ordinary disciples held the lowest status.

The sect had a specific set of evaluation and promotion mechanisms, where advancement was determined based on strength rather than the duration of time since joining the sect.

This old man, despite his age, was still at the peak of the Sword Master Realm, and thus remained an ordinary disciple to this day.

Originally seeing someone cutting in line, the elder’s brows furrowed, and his expression turned stern and gloomy. However, upon recognizing that it was Young Master Shangguan, he immediately put on a sycophantic smile.

"Oh, it turns out to be Young Master Shangguan, a one-in-a-million Sword Dao genius. Such an important talent must not be snatched away by other sects. To grant you priority processing is only right and proper."

The elder’s words were very smooth, not only flattering Young Master Shangguan but also suppressing any opposing voices that had been preparing to object.

If anyone wants to cut in line, they would need to possess outstanding talent like Young Master Shangguan.

Among the geniuses present, who could cultivate to the peak of the Sword Master Realm before the age of eighteen? Absolutely no one could accomplish this.

Young Master Shangguan quickly finished the registration procedures, smiled proudly, and, with a number plaque in hand, walked towards the inner part of the sect.

Each pre-selected disciple who completed registration waited there for the assessment to begin.

His followers also followed suit in cutting the line.

This immediately angered the people in line behind them, and even Chu Feng started to fume.

Everyone was a pre-selected disciple; why should these people consider themselves superior and not have to queue up?

"If everyone starts to cut in line like you, when will it be our turn?"

"Can you all be reasonable?"

Although many people in the back were angry, none of them wanted to be the one to stick their neck out. Only a few with boldness and hot tempers spoke out in anger, but their words seemed very weak.

Clearly, these people were very fearful of Young Master Shangguan.

"What’s it to you if I cut in line? Got a problem with that?"

"Every one of you, be more respectful. We are Young Master Shangguan’s men. If you mess with us, you won’t like the consequences!"

Not only did these people cut the line, but their attitude was particularly nasty and arrogant.

"You are being utterly unreasonable! You’re bullying us too much!"

"For these kinds of people, we shouldn’t be polite. Let’s unite and teach them how to behave properly!"

Chu Yun was truly full of righteous indignation, furiously berating those who were jumping the queue.

At the same time, she also called for everyone to join forces against these arrogant troublemakers.

Perhaps the call of a beauty holds great power, as indeed a group of people were persuaded by her. Together, they put pressure on those cutting in line.

In the end, those who had jumped the queue were driven out of the line.

They could only join the line at the back of the queue honestly. The way they looked at Chu Yun was filled with extreme resentment and hatred.

"You bitch, dare to meddle in my business, just wait until I make you pay!" The sharp-featured and monkey-cheeked youth cursed at Chu Yun.

"Slut, wait until we enter the Sword Testing Forest for the assessment; I’ll make you face life and death dilemmas!" The youth with extremely thick eyebrows also followed with a fierce shout.

Chu Yun was so angry that her delicate body trembled, wishing she could immediately chop up these lawless young masters.

"Second sister, there’s no use arguing with these people right now. Let’s just bear it for the moment and deal with these dogs later." Chu Feng was no longer polite to these people this time.

He directly called them a bunch of dogs.

"Kid, who are you cursing at?"

"Trash, try saying that again if you dare!"

Each and every one of these young masters was overbearing, and when Chu Feng, a waste with no sword meridians, called them dogs, they instantly became furious.

"If you don’t want to die, you’d better shut up!" Chu Feng’s gaze fixed on the two who cursed the loudest; he had actually killed people before. And not just any people, but formidable experts.

Under his gaze, these arrogant young masters were nothing but delicate seedlings in a greenhouse.

They felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were being stared at by the Grim Reaper.

They really did shut their mouths and didn’t dare to make another sound.

Only after Chu Feng turned away and stopped looking at them did these young masters realize their bodies were covered in a cold sweat on their backs.

They felt both shame and anger, and also a touch of uncertain fear.

This kid is clearly just a waste, so why was his gaze just now so terrifying?

F*cking hell, once we enter the Sword Testing Forest, I’m going to flay this kid alive.

They were all barking dogs that didn’t bite, only daring to spew threats after Chu Feng had turned away for a long time.

...

After a long queue, it was finally Chu Feng’s turn.

Chu Yun got her number plate smoothly and completed the registration. However, as Chu Feng only had the cultivation of a Beginner Level Sword Master, getting his number plate wasn’t so smooth.

"Senior brother, although my cultivation is weak, my perseverance is extraordinary. Please give me a chance." As he spoke, Chu Feng covertly passed a piece of purple gold over.

The elder, who was just now stern-faced, immediately relaxed a lot. Without a sound, he took the purple gold into his sleeve, his movements and expressions were very natural, flowing smoothly, extremely practiced.

A gram of purple gold is worth a hundred grams of gold.

"Hm, although talent is very important in cultivation, perseverance is equally important. Your cultivation is weak, but after all, you’re still very young, only sixteen years old. Besides, perhaps you have an extraordinary talent in comprehending sword techniques. I’ll give you a chance to take part in the assessment."

This elder responsible for registering the pre-selected disciples really had quite the gift of gab.

He could make the bad seem good and the good seem better.

When it comes to speaking bureaucratically, everyone had to acknowledge his skill.

For Chu Feng, the piece of purple gold he spent was nothing at all.

After successfully obtaining the number plate, he and Chu Yun both stood in the designated area and waited. Young Master Shangguan, a queue jumper, attracted attention wherever he went, with a bunch of people flattery him non-stop.

Suddenly, Chu Feng noticed a gaze focused on his face, and he instinctively looked up.

Trembling slightly, he had not expected to encounter her here.

At the very front where the pre-selected disciples were waiting, several Sect disciples dressed in black stood proudly. They were the Advanced Level Disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, holding a higher status than the elder responsible for the registrations.