Chapter 134.1: It Likes The Roasted Rabbit I Make
In a blink, the day of the recruitment trials for the Three Great Sects was nearing.
The moment one stepped out through the doors, they would be able to see clear changes on the streets, where people of the pugilist world from all kinds of sects and clans could be seen. The usually peaceful Imperial Capital was also bustling with activity.
Business at the teahouse in front of the Gathered Cloud Loft had always been dismal, but as the weather turned cold, it was now bursting with customers everyday in the recent period as all the pugilist warriors who had been on the roads and come in from long journeys needed a place to rest their feet and enjoy a hot cup of tea to warm their bodies and to catch up on the recent major events that happened in the world.
In one of the rooms, several people were seated around a table and one of them said in a mysterious tone: “Did you guys hear? Something big happened in the Faint Mist Sect.”
“What big thing happened?” The others asked curiously.
The man gazed around him and then said in a whisper: “I have a cousin who was a disciple of the Faint Mist Sect before.”
The several other people then went “tsk” in chorus as they rolled their eyes in contempt. “You call that something big? What’s so astounding about that?”
“At least let me finish first. My cousin was one of the inner circle disciples among the top hundred holding the fiftieth rank!” The man continued to say in exasperation. “But do you all know? He was considered to be rather respected in the sect and had not returned for three whole years already. But just a few days ago, he suddenly came back and he said…..”
“What did he say! ? Tell us quick!” Just as he got to the most important part, the man suddenly stopped. He was really asking for a beating keeping them all on tenterhooks.
The man turned his eyes to gaze at everyone and then said: “He said that he has been thrown out by the sect.”
Hearing that, the several people there were greatly shocked. For a person to be ranked among the top fifty should rightfully possess significant powers. So why would they be driven out? Could the Faint Mist Sect have something big up their sleeves! ?
“And I heard from my cousin that the total number of disciples in the Faint Mist Sect added up together now, including the ones who have not returned from their journeys, comes up to less than three hundred people.”
The several people became even more shocked. “Why have their numbers decreased by so much in such a short period of time? I remember that the Faint Mist Sect has the greatest numbers among the Three Great Sects and they should at least have six or seven hundred people. They’ve decreased their numbers by more than half in one single stroke?”
What could the Faint Mist Sect have up their sleeves?
“I heard that most of them who were driven out were disciples who did not meet the mark and the top five ranking experts had returned to the Faint Mist Sect to hold the fort. I think that the admission trials for this year’s recruitment will definitely be very hard!”
“Even your cousin who was in the top fifty ranks is deemed inadequate, much less any of us here. I think we’ll not be able to even make it past the first round!” A man said mournfully.
“Isn’t that so true? Who doesn’t know how ridiculously powerful the Faint Mist Sect’s top five are. I heard that they want to recruit fifty people this time round but I think they would be lucky to even get twenty.”
“If the Faint Mist Sect’s recruitment trials are going to be so difficult, I think we had better go to the Limitless Sect or the Carefree Valley instead. We’ll stand a better chance.”
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