It’s been nearly a whole month since Yang Wei and Liu Yan agreed to lay low and avoid causing any trouble.

Yang Wei figured there wasn’t much to gain from attacking the sect matriarchs anyway, even if he knew where they were.

Liu Yan had been an Outer Sect disciple in the White Serpent Sect for about four months now, while Yang Wei, or rather “Wu Mingyu”, had been there for almost a month. He spent most of his time holed up in his house, immersed in cultivation and picking up pointers from Bai Suzhen on how to amp up his demonic cultivation.

Unless Liu Yan dragged him out, he hardly ever left his place.

Now, they were at the Red Snake Mountains, the location for the Outer Sect exams. It’s a massive mountain range with forests that range from black to red. But what sets it apart is its weird spatial elasticity, making it seem three hundred times bigger on the inside.

And there’s no shortage of powerful monsters lurking in those forests, with rumors even going around about peak-stage Core Formation beasts existing in this forest.

“Goodness, I hope we’re even alive to enjoy our spot in the Inner Sect!”

“Well, I for one believe I’ll succeed…”

“Hopefully.”

The thought of it was enough to make some outer sect disciples sweat.

Speaking of disciples, there was a hefty bunch of them gathered at the entrance, over forty in fact, all itching to kickstart the assessment. Forty might not seem like a lot for an outer sect, but this was an all women’s sect, which really narrowed down the recruitment pool. Plus, there were all sorts of scary rumors floating around about the White Serpent Sect—some true, some not so much.

The female disciples who knew each other were busy chatting, hoping for the best, while the quieter ones kept their eyes fixed on the massive torii gate, the entrance to the Red Snake Mountains.

And then, Yang Wei and Liu Yan who just stood there, biding their time.

Liu Yan stood with her arms folded, patiently waiting for the chief elders to arrive. Despite her outward calm, the constant struggling and shuffling sounds next to her were starting to grate on her nerves. Her right eyebrow twitched with growing frustration.

Glancing to the side, she noticed Yang Wei fidgeting and adjusting the tight, body-fitting dress he was wearing. “Could you stop that already?” she admonished.

Yang Wei grunted in response, trying to shift the dress for more comfort. “It’s getting too tight,” he complained. “How do women comfortably wear this?”

Liu Yan countered, “Using that analogy, how exactly do men comfortably carry their rod between their legs?”

Yang Wei paused, considering her point. With a defeated tone, he said, “Hmm, fair point…” After, he shoved his hand up his dress to adjust the tight underwear and blouse. “If only I could just set this right,” he muttered. After some grunting and shifting, he finally found relief when everything aligned and he could receive some air between his legs.

Liu Yan sighed heavily. “Great, now you’ve drawn attention to us.”

Yang Wei noticed the curious glances from the other disciples. Some whispered to each other while others struggled to avert their gaze. Yang Wei shrugged nonchalantly. “Eh, whatever…”

He was about to pick his nose when Liu Yan swiftly slapped his arm away, her expression remaining calm and indifferent. Without looking at him, she said, “Seriously, do you think any self-respecting lady would pick her nose?”

Yang Wei sighed and clasped his hands behind his back, conceding to her point.

…

The arrival of the chief elders of the four peaks caused quite a stir.

“KYAAAAAA!!”

The female disciples couldn’t contain their excitement as they watched them gracefully descend from the sea of clouds. They were all fangirling hard. Even their faces showed them to be looking more like fans than diligent female disciples of the sect.

“Wow, look at them! They’re like celestial beings!”

“Yes! I can’t believe we’re actually seeing them up close!”

Sun Yurong, the chief elder of Coil Peak, was the first to speak. She casually placed her hands behind her back and floated down as if stepping down from a staircase, positioning herself about five to six meters above the disciples. With a smile, she announced, “It seems like everyone for the trial’s here. Let’s lay down the rules before we dive in.”

The disciples quieted down, eager to hear the rules. Despite the intense, hungry stares from some questionable disciples, Sun Yurong seemed unfazed, like it was just another day for her. The other chief elders didn’t stand out much—they were all elderly women with mean faces, looking like gremlins. Except for the Chief Elder of Scale Peak, who was actually quite beautiful.

Her name was Chen Yuxi, but maybe some disciples would’ve rated her as beautiful as Sun Yurong if she wasn’t so strict and ruthless. Any female disciple caught gazing at her for more than five seconds would get punished, no matter which peak they were from. She didn’t delegate punishments to the other elders; she took care of them herself.

To put it simply, she was an olive-skinned woman with long brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses that added to her stern appearance. She had a great figure, not super curvy, but still exceptional.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei couldn’t tear his eyes away from Sun Yurong. He’d long decided he was smitten with her. What surprised him was when their eyes met, she was already giving him a seductive gaze, as though she was genuinely interested in him.

He stared at her for so long that he didn’t even notice when all the female disciples clasped their hands in front and bowed their heads in greeting.

“Greetings, chief elders!”

They all said in unison as they lowered their heads.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei just stood there, fixated on Sun Yurong, who seemed equally captivated by his beautiful blue eyes. But what he found intriguing wasn’t the alluring curve of her cherry lips or the way her eyes narrowed like a seductive vixen the longer they stared.

No, it was the depth of her gaze.

The maturity in her expression, heavily carried by the profound sense of danger her every action gave off instantly reminded him of Wu Mingyu.

However, things took an unexpected turn when the Chief Elder of Fang Peak, Gu Zhi, pointed at Yang Wei and bellowed, “How dare you not pay your respects to us, the esteemed chief elders!” The gremlin looking old lady squeezed her already wrinkly face at “Wu Mingyu’s” petite figure.

All eyes, including those of Liu Yan, who had kept her head bowed, turned towards Yang Wei in surprise. Murmurs erupted among the disciples as they discussed the situation amongst themselves while still keeping their heads down.

“To think she would be so arrogant.”

“Who is she even?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her come for any of the lessons we’ve had with the junior elders before…”

“Ugh, she must think she’s better than us.”

Well, the shocking part was yet to come. If Yang Wei’s mistake of not greeting the chief elders was a molehill of courting death, then his next action would best be called an entire mountain.

Yang Wei nonchalantly replied to Gu Zhi, “I forgot?”

This simple statement elicited an uproar from the female disciples, who exclaimed, “EH?!” at the top of their lungs.

Meanwhile, Liu Yan sighed inwardly, shaking her head in disappointment. But of course, she wasn’t worried. “He can handle himself,” she thought outwardly.

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