Exiled Clan

Rudra walked on the familiar stony road of the Pine Leaf Town, behind him were hundreds of the disciples he had accepted into the sect.

Standing on the street of the town and looking at the continuous flow of people, Rudra sighed with emotion. It had been a long time since he saw such a scene. Although this town was not even as good as a small town in his past life, he at least felt that he was in a civilized world.

Rudra was reminded of the events that led to him joining the Spirit River Sect, it had already been two years since then.

"Elder it is time." a guide that was arranged for him reminded him his purpose for coming here today.

There were a few clouds occasionally floating in the blue sky.

More than 10 kilometers away from City, there was a manor with a large field. Different from an ordinary manor, this manor had several buildings. Moreover, the layout and design of the manor were similar to the parade's drill ground, with several hundred stone slabs displayed in the vast open space.

Indeed, there were several hundred stone slabs. Standing amid the thick crowds, Rudra saw the present situation through the cramped space, reminding him of the scene when he viewed the Olympics opening ceremony in modern society.

Even though the multitude of stone slabs was numerous, they were composed into a square matrix, arranged in order. This was the arena of the Sect Selection Contest.

At the north of the square matrix was a stone table, like the platform of the drill ground, on which was placed a row of 19 red chairs. Rudra knew that the 19 chairs had been prepared for the Elders and a remaining seat for the ruler of Pine Leaf Town.

DONG! DONG! DONG!

Two bass drums were played loudly in the surrounding arena. On the stage, a dozen Elders dressed in different robes with grandeur stepped up slowly and orderly and stood next to their chairs. Later on, a middle-aged man walked up the stage accompanied by a multitude of servants.

"Please!" the prince bowed following which all the elders took their seats.

Rudra took adjusted himself into the seat looking towards the crowd of youth participating in this event.

Rudra was reminded of his 3-month-long journey across all the border regions of the Golden Sun Empire, attending events and selecting disciples. He had accepted a whopping 4000 disciples into the sect. It appeared much, But compared to the average sect size in this continent, it was still less.

As Rudra could not bring every disciple and their family along, he had to shamelessly ask them to form a caravan that was 10000 people strong moving towards the territory of the Shattered Ocean Sect. Rudra had to contact his master Ren with a runic device provided by the friendly elder from the Valley of Swords.

Later Master Ren appeared with disciples from the sect helping the newly accepted ones to move towards the Sect territory going through the Dark Forest.

Rudra was thankful to the endeavors of Yali who had converted one of the most dangerous forests in the continent to be just like a garden in one's backyard.

Yali's hunt had caused all the demonic and magic beasts in the Dark Forest to be either killed by him or escape to other forests.

Rudra was sure that by the time he was done with this final event, the caravan would have already reached the sect.

"I hope Uncle Miller can manage the influx of 10000 people."

After the decision to form a caravan he had attended two more events, he was restrained, recruiting about 200 disciples only. Today he was at the last venue of this whole prince's fiasco, the last sect entrance competition.