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Chapter 183: Temple West Hall
Slowly opening his tightly shut eyes, two terrifying glimmers flashed and vanished. Sun Zhe gradually stood up, and at that moment, an indescribable aura emanated from him. Looking into his Left Eye, one could see two brilliant Purple Star Points slowly rotating, each radiating an astonishingly violent energy. Together, they pushed Sun Zhe's aura to its peak.
As a Two-Star Thunder Lord, Sun Zhe not only fully recovered physically but also increased his cultivation level, reaching the peak of the early Thunder Lord stage. With just one more step, he would become a Mid-Level Thunder Lord!
"It's a pity that the Beast Souls in those two War Clan Totems haven't fully recovered; otherwise, my chances in this Selection Trial would be even greater."
Glancing at the two dim War Clan Totems on his arms, Sun Zhe frowned slightly. If he could utilize these two patterns, his cultivation could almost reach the Thunder Lord Pinnacle. At that time, he was confident he would not lose to anyone at the Thunder Lord Stage. Moreover, the participants in the Selection Trial were limited to below the Thunder Lord level, so he was certain he could qualify.
Unfortunately, although he had obtained two War Clan Totems, he did not possess the methods to cultivate their powers and had no idea how to restore the soul power of the Beast Souls within them. If he waited for them to recover on their own, it would likely take at least three to five years to return to their original state.
"Perhaps I can make use of the Nine Abyss Blood Tiger pattern..."
The Nine Abyss Blood Tiger pattern had been obtained quite some time ago and had absorbed countless Killing Intent in Wanbingyuan; comparatively speaking, its condition was still better.
Thinking of this, Sun Zhe couldn't help but recall the Barbarian Tribe in the Wild Demon Forest. He suspected that tribe might not be a true Barbarian Tribe but rather a Warrior Tribe that simply changed its name upon arriving here. Perhaps that tribe possessed methods for cultivating patterns; however, there was naturally no time to go there now.
"Knock knock knock... Brother Sun, are you ready? We need to head to Temple West Hall to register. Senior Wu, Zhao Shixiong, and Brother Kuang are all set to leave."
A gentle voice sounded from outside the door. Before Sun Zhe could respond, Jingjing immediately woke up from her slumber.
"Sister Shen Yan, Jingjing wants a hug!"
A childish voice suddenly called out from Jingjing's mouth. With a flash of red light, she dashed out and crashed into Shen Yan's arms, squeezing against Shen Yan's ample bosom with an expression of pure enjoyment in her big eyes. If it weren't for her mean brother Sun Zhe not allowing it, she would gladly sleep there every day.
"Jingjing, don't be naughty! Come back! Don't you want your drink? I have your wine right here."
Seeing Jingjing's antics made Sun Zhe inwardly curse "perverted bird," but such words couldn't be said in front of Shen Yan. He could only kindly persuade Jingjing. To prevent her from becoming an alcoholic, Sun Zhe had confiscated her wine.
"No!"
Jingjing responded decisively and directly rejected Sun Zhe. At this moment, she didn't want any wine; she preferred to stay in Shen Yan's embrace.
Three black lines appeared on Sun Zhe's forehead. How had he never noticed that this little one was not only a Drunken Bird but also a perverted bird? Sun Zhe now doubted whether it was right to contract with this creature; he genuinely feared what other quirks might emerge from her in the future.
"Brother Sun, don't mind it. Since Jingjing likes it, let me hold her. If you’re okay with it, we can go together."
Shen Yan smiled gently, looking at the pink creature in her arms, her eyes filled with joy. No girl could resist something so cute, especially since this creature could talk.
When Jingjing first spoke, it startled everyone. It was only after Sun Zhe explained that they accepted this fact. Since then, everyone looked at this creature differently; even the usually rough Takeda and Kuangba became fond of it.
"Alright, let's go."
After giving a fierce glare to the creature in Shen Yan's arms, Sun Zhe had nothing to pack and walked straight out the door. No matter where he went, a faint figure followed closely behind him, that of the Yin Huai Iron Corpse made from the body of Yin Yu Zhen Ren. If it didn't reveal itself, no one would notice its presence.
Of course, Sun Zhe, as its master, was the exception.
Three months had passed, and today marked the time for Thunder Temple to begin counting participants for the Selection Trial Cultivator. All Cultivators wishing to join the Competition could register at the Temple West Hall. Afterward, Thunder Temple would make unified arrangements. The registration period lasted three days, followed by the actual start of the Competition.
While the Thunder Temple Six Halls were not as mysterious as the Three Houses, few knew where their headquarters was located. Everyone only knew that each state within the four states where Thunder Temple resided had a branch of Six Halls, and the West Hall branch in Linwu City was located in the eastern part of the city.
Zhao Ang had already explored all of Linwu City during these days without any hesitation. He led everyone directly to the Temple West Hall, navigating effortlessly.
The so-called West Hall was not too far from the Source Tavern. After about an incense stick's worth of time, they arrived at the grand entrance of the West Hall. Looking at this luxurious residence, everyone couldn't help but gasp in awe. However, realizing it belonged to Thunder Temple, they felt reassured.
Thunder Temple was the largest force in all of Thunder Continent, occupying the most prosperous four states among the eight states. It could be considered the undisputed king of the continent; if their office were shabby, what would that say about other sects? Such a situation would be an insult to all of Thunder Temple.
Although Sun Zhe and his companions arrived early, they clearly underestimated the enthusiasm of young talents participating in the Selection Trial. The long line extended beyond the gates of the West Hall, and it wasn't just one line but a total of ten lines. Looking at each other, there was a hint of helplessness in their eyes.
Ten positions were registering simultaneously, yet participants for the Selection Trial still queued here. After a rough estimate by Sun Zhe, there were at least three thousand people ahead when combining all ten lines—over three hundred people per line. Where would they end up?
"In my estimation, there will be no fewer than twenty thousand participants for this Selection Trial. Today is just day one, so naturally there will be more people now; however, later on, there might be even more," said Zhao Ang, glancing at the ever-growing line.
"Twenty thousand people... Is there really that many? Didn't Thunder Temple limit participation to those below the Realm of Thunder Sovereign? From early Thunder Sovereign to Thunder Lord Pinnacle and under thirty years old? How can there still be so many?"
Hearing this from Zhao Ang, Shen Yan widened her eyes in disbelief and asked.
"It should be about right. The entire continent has eight states and seventy-six counties. Even if only two hundred people from each county participate, that adds up to nearly twenty thousand. Moreover, considering how many towns are in each county, two hundred is probably a conservative estimate," replied Sun Zhe, pondering for a moment before continuing.
As far as he knew, this time's Selection Trial aimed to select two hundred participants through a knockout system. If over twenty thousand people participated in the competition, he only needed to win seven matches to qualify among those two hundred and gain entry into the Nine Continents Mainland. While this wasn't overly difficult, it wasn't exactly easy either; after all, with such a vast continent, there were certainly many hidden experts.
As for why Thunder Temple was selecting two hundred individuals to enter the Nine Continents Mainland, it was no secret. However, in everyone's minds, this place was seen as a mysterious space similar to a secret realm; most viewed it as an opportunity for training. But Sun Zhe understood that it wasn't merely training; otherwise, there would be no need for a selection trial. This could very well be a test for Thunder Temple's potential dominance over the Nine Continents Mainland.
Two hundred young elites from Thunder Continent, plus three hundred elite disciples prepared by Thunder Temple, formed a considerable force. What puzzled Sun Zhe was why they were recruiting these young disciples while limiting their cultivation levels to below Thunder Lord. Surely selecting more powerful cultivators would have been more suitable; he couldn't believe that Thunder Temple couldn't find such cultivators.
Is there really a meaning to training as a disciple of the Thunder Continent? Sun Zhe found it hard to understand.
"Hey, isn't this the famous Sun Zhe from the Star Ranking List? I didn't expect Senior Wu to be here as well. Are you also participating in this Selection Trial?" Suddenly, a clear voice rang out beside Sun Zhe.
Sun Zhe and his companions were taken aback and immediately looked up, only to find Zheng Bin and Bing Yan, whom they had encountered in the Hero's Tower, standing before them. At that moment, Zheng Bin seemed to have forgotten their past grievances and wore a sincere smile, as if meeting Sun Zhe and his friends was truly a delightful occasion.
"I'm not here to participate in the Competition; I'm just here to accompany them," Takeda replied.
Since Zheng Bin was not bothered by their previous unpleasantness, Sun Zhe and his companions felt it would be inappropriate to hold a grudge, especially since it was indeed Sun Zhe who had initially intruded upon their friend.
"Haha, I see. If Senior Wu is also participating in the Competition, then we juniors probably have no hope," Zheng Bin said with a slight smile. He glanced at the long line ahead and suddenly appeared enlightened. He then said to them, "With such a long line, who knows how long it will take? If you don’t mind, I can take you inside to register directly."
Zheng Bin's father is the Master of the Western Hall, so bringing them in for registration would naturally not be difficult. Zhao Ang and the others showed signs of interest. Just as they were about to agree, a cold voice interrupted.
"I mind!"
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