My female disciples are scary

The downpour soon subsided, and hints of sunlight started getting visible to those who were resting on the ground.

The filtering of dim rays of sunlight along with the drops of crystal-like water on the leaves of trees in the forest created a visually pleasing sight.

Yet, this was not of concern to the numerous entrants who had gathered around the entrance of the Immortal Divinity Sect holding various aspirations.

For these young entrants, the gate of the Immortal Divinity Sect which represented the boundary between reality and fantasy was far more appeasing than the most stunning scenery in the world.

Of course, this was not necessarily the case for all the people.

For instance, for a certain youth in rich clothing whose entire attire screamed 'nouveau riche' and body denoted 'macho-man', what mattered to him was the elder who backed him rather than the trial itself.

For a certain rich lady, what concerned her was the certain chill she continued to feel ever since she entered the periphery of the sect. She had a weird feeling that someone was coveting her body.

She would probably never know that someone had already registered her as a defective recommended product.

There was also a certain villager who seemed unconcerned about his surroundings.

No one knew what made him so proud. However, he had a face which made males want to punch him and females to pound him.

This was a youth who would later grow up to become the special type of leech who would act as the messiah exclusively for beautiful women by the use of (but not limited to) aphrodisiac, yin-yang coercion, seduction, and numerous other treacherous methods.

His name was Young Che.

Opposite to him was a certain youth who seemed aloof from worldly affairs and was a certified death-seeker approved by Xing Fan himself.

The genius of the Quan clan and the Michelin star fodder chef- Quan Luo.

He stood separate from the main crowd and raised his head like a proud peacock.

Yet no one knew that it was simply because he was lonely.

Yes, he was a loner.

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(MC's POV)

One of the major perks of being old is that you get to judge and bash the youngsters.

And of course, none of us are willing to pass on that opportunity.

"Toot toot. To be so amazed by a mere gate, these people need to temper their Dao Heart."

Elder A said so while stroking his goatee.

I do not understand why these fogies are so addicted to the feeling of stroking their goatee.

However, every single male elder in the room with a goatee were currently stroking their goatee and/or beard.

Seriously dude, stroking your goatee and/or beard does not make you intellectual.

I swear I am not jealous of them.

I definitely am not.

I thought so as I lifted my chin up with my hand to make myself look contemplative.

"In comparison, it seems like the son of Sunfire City lord and daughter of Phoenix City lord are cut-above the rest in terms of temperament."

"Youngster Quan also shows signs of a future leader."

Elder B and C stated their thoughts as they carefully looked at the participants from the magic crystal.

"Also, that village boy. Although his attire may not look presentable, his temperament and attitude are beyond the common mass."

Peak Master Lin Fen said so as he looked at the participants from the magic crystal.

"Hmm, wait."

Peak Master Lin Fen lifted his eyebrow a little and lifted his hand to make the image clearer.

He closely looked at the magic crystal for a while before laughing loudly.

"Good Lad. Good Lad."

Most of the elders were confused at peak master Lin Fen's abnormal behavior.

However, soon after looking at the screen for a while, the other peak masters also begun to flush red almost as if they were on adrenaline.

"Haha. Good. Good."

"Truly a person destined to become a dragon among men."

The elders became more curious after their peak master's outburst. But they refrained themselves from asking any question since the truth would be revealed by the end of the trial.

As for me, obviously I knew why they were laughing like mad men.

It was because Young Che was born with an extremely rare lightning spirit root which greatly accelerated his cultivation speed and allowed him to use lightning arts.

But it was precisely because I knew the future that I could not help but feel pain for these poor souls.

Especially peak master Lin Fen.

Will he still be calling Young Che a 'good lad' when Young Che starts to bang his wife? (ch 2, peak mistress)

Will random Elder D still call him a 'dragon among men' when he uses the dragon on his first love from the Ice Pavilion?

Will random Elder E still say 'good' when his male disciple dies from Young Che's hands?

I am not sure.

But what I am sure is that I will attend the funeral of the poor lad who will become Young Che's master.

Well, good luck to him.

Not that I will ever come 100 meters near him in this lifetime.

Well, might as well look at the other mobs in the trial instead.

I thought so as I looked at the participants of the trial through the magic crystal with mild disinterest before stopping at a certain entrant.

Hmm.

This is weird.

It seems like there is another figure who seems indifferent towards the prospect of trial.

"That beggar in the black rag seems to have a good disposition as well."

Elder B chipped his thoughts again as he looked at the crystal.

The Peak masters from the nine peaks stared at the ragged figure on the crystal for a while before losing interest.

"He may be a good seedling but unfortunately, it seems like he has no fate with cultivation."

Peak Master Lin Fen said nonchalantly before diverting his attention to other things.

"Ah, a pity."

"I doubt the ragged brat would be able to pass even a single stage of trial."

Elder B and E commented with a hint of disappointment evident in their voice.

Oh.

I remember it now.

This was the kid who passed the first two rounds of the trial before finally being kicked out in the final trial.

If I remember correctly, the reason behind his failure was that… he had no cultivation root.

Huh.

No cultivation roots?

Then how the hell is this kid standing with no signs of discomfort in front of the spiritual pressure generated at the gate?