The booth over there was filled with all sorts of flags, each depicting a rather daring and alluring woman appearing and disappearing in the clouds. Many people blushed just looking at these images.

Zuan couldn't help but sigh, "The world has become quite open, and the scale of openness is quite frightening."

A large, jet-black banner hung in the very center, bearing the words "Heavenly Demon Sect," which somewhat neutralized the erotic atmosphere and added a touch of demonic cult aura.

He noticed that the female disciples in charge of the assessment at that booth were all wearing semi-transparent gauze, their dresses revealing their bare skin. Everywhere there were mountains and deep valleys, no wonder that place was the most popular.

The woman in the lead was strikingly beautiful; she was clearly in charge. The area on her chest reminded him of a movie from his past life called "Curse of the Golden Flower."

Because of his familiarity with Yun Jianyue and Qiu Honglei, he immediately noticed that this person also had traces of practicing the Demonic Sect's seductive arts, but there were obvious differences compared to Qiu Honglei.

Strictly speaking, while both are forms of seduction, Qiu Honglei's is more subtle and understated, like a gentle rain nourishing the earth, subtly creating a sense of spiritual connection with you.

The woman here evokes images of a bed, ultimately falling into a lower category.

Amidst the cacophony of voices, Zu'an overheard many people subtly flattering her, as if she were a personal disciple of an elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and everyone called her Senior Sister Pan.

Although he sensed that Yun Jianyue and Qiu Honglei were probably not in much danger, the situation was unclear, so Zu An didn't rush to "recognize their kinship." After thinking about it, he decided to take advantage of this opportunity to recruit disciples to join them first, and then find another chance to inquire about the two of them.

He finally managed to squeeze in and said to the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, "I want to join the Heavenly Demon Sect."

The people around burst into laughter: "Everyone here wants to join the Heavenly Demon Sect."

The commotion attracted the attention of the senior sister surnamed Pan. She glanced over and said with a charming smile, "I won't accept it."

Zuan was taken aback: "You haven't even taken the entrance test, why won't you accept me?"

He originally thought that with his abilities, passing these tests would be a piece of cake.

"Do you see that our Heavenly Demon Sect is all women?" Senior Sister Pan pointed around. Although she was smiling, it was clear that this smile was just a professional weapon.

“But I remember the Heavenly Demon Sect also has men,” Zu An frowned, pointing to the side. “Those are men too, so why were they able to join the Heavenly Demon Sect?”

Senior Sister Pan circled around him a few times, her flute gently gliding across his face: "Our Heavenly Demon Sect accepts male disciples, but the men we accept are either handsome and dashing or mighty and strong. We will not accept an ordinary guy like you."

Zuan: "..."

He couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. He had deliberately changed into this passerby mask so that he wouldn't attract attention and would be forgotten after seeing it, but because of this, he was unable to join the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Hearing the laughter around him, he didn't get angry. He stepped back and pondered what to do.

He could certainly secretly abduct a few core disciples who were being recruited for the assessment and force them to reveal the whereabouts of Yun Jianyue and his disciples, but he was worried that doing so would alert them.

Since the safety of Yun and Qiu was at stake, he dared not be careless. It would be more convenient for him to become a disciple of the Demonic Sect and enter their headquarters first.

His gaze swept across the area and suddenly he saw a sign that read "Xiaoyao Dao" not far away. Several handsome young men were playing the zither, painting, and reciting poems.

Even some female disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect surrounded them, trying to curry favor, but the handsome men seemed not to notice, remaining focused on their work.

Zu An thought to himself that the Xiaoyao Dao was indeed a breath of fresh air among the demonic sects, and that joining them should save him a lot of trouble.

He wasn't worried about whether he could pass the test at all. After all, he had already received Yu Yanluo's true teachings in painting in order to practice his disguise skills, and he had also received guidance from Shang Liuyu in music. Passing a small test would be a piece of cake for him.

He confidently approached the registration table and saw the test questions, which were roughly about choosing one of the four arts: music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. After completing the test, he would hand it over to the examiner for evaluation.

After thinking for a moment, Zu'an chose his best painting technique and quickly painted a painting of above-average quality with swift, flowing strokes.

He didn't even dare to show his full painting skills, lest he reveal flaws and arouse suspicion.

Even so, the other onlookers exclaimed in amazement and praise, never expecting such a talented newcomer to emerge in this year's competition, and they all believed that his selection was a foregone conclusion.

Zuan confidently handed in the scroll, but the person in charge of reviewing it casually said, "Not up to standard, next one!"

Zuan couldn't help but get angry: "You didn't even look at it, why did you judge it as unqualified?"

With his current skill in painting, which is far superior to those so-called young examiners, there is absolutely no way he should fail.

"Unqualified is unqualified." The man's expression was indifferent, his nose pointing straight up.

Zu An's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that you are jealous of my talent and afraid that I will surpass you after I become a disciple?"

In order to successfully infiltrate the Demonic Sect, he even resorted to provocation.

"Afraid you'll surpass me? Heh." The man sneered a few times, clearly lacking even the interest to refute.

At this moment, the argument between the two attracted the attention of several other disciples of the Xiaoyao Dao sect. They stopped playing their zithers and reciting poems, and came over to watch the spectacle.

One of them saw the ground painting created by Zu'an and couldn't help but exclaim, "The brushstrokes, the structure, the artistic conception... such skill, such talent!"

Zuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that finally someone who knew his stuff had found someone.

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