"Elder Qian, can I not participate in this promotion competition?"
Yang Fan was summoned to the main hall of the servants' quarters by Elder Qian.
He listened to the rules for promoting a menial disciple to an outer sect disciple, but he showed no interest whatsoever.
The status and position of outer disciples are indeed higher than that of most menial disciples.
However, he is now in the menial servants' quarters... and is a favorite of Elder Qian.
Apart from a very few exceptional menial servants, who wouldn't respectfully address him as "Brother Qiang" when they saw him?
If he were to be promoted to an outer disciple, he would instantly lose Elder Qian's protection.
When he arrives at the outer gate residence... he'll be another pushover who gets bullied.
"Do you want to be a menial apprentice for the rest of your life?"
Elder Qian said angrily, his face dark.
Other menial disciples dream of climbing up the ranks to become outstanding outer disciples.
This guy is really something, choosing to give up?
"Uh, Elder Qian, that's not what I meant..."
Yang Fan looked embarrassed and hurriedly explained.
"Since that's not the case, then go and participate in the outer sect promotion competition."
"..."
"You must cherish this opportunity. If you miss it once, it will be a whole ten years, and you may not even get a chance to be recommended next time."
Elder Qian wasn't in the mood to listen to Yang Fan finish speaking, and instead encouraged him to work hard.
Not every servant is qualified to be promoted to the outer sect.
Looking at a large sect, the number of miscellaneous disciples is nearly 100,000.
However, the number of nomination slots is only around one thousand every ten years.
and.
These thousand menial servants were recommended, but they had to pass the outer gate test to be admitted.
Ultimately, very few people manage to successfully advance to the outer disciple level!
"All right."
Yang Fan reluctantly agreed.
Then.
He followed Elder Qian to the venue for the promotion competition.
When he arrived there, the entire giant mountaintop stone platform was already packed with people.
In addition to the nearly one thousand disciples participating in the competition, there were also many disciples from other sects who came to watch the competition.
There were odd jobs, outer disciples... and even, from time to time, one or two inner disciples' prodigies could be seen.
"The Holy One has arrived!"
Suddenly, a shout rang out.
"Holy crap! What's this woman doing here?"
Yang Fan's expression changed drastically upon hearing the shout.
If you were to ask who the woman he least wants to see right now is, it would definitely be the Holy Venerable.
Since the incident at the main hall of Tianzun Peak half a month ago, he has developed a shadow over this woman who is two-faced.
"The Holy One has arrived!"
"Why would the Holy One come to a place like this?"
"She has never participated in any of the previous competitions for promotion to the next level of the menial disciple!"
"What does this mean? It means that the Saint respects us!"
"That's right! We need to work even harder!"
The Holy One's sudden arrival caused an uproar throughout the competition venue.
All the disciples and elders present bowed in unison to the holy and beautiful figure descending from the sky.
Especially the servant disciples who participated in the competition looked at the Holy Venerable with fervor and worship.
Yang Fan turned his head and glanced around, then couldn't help but shudder.
Are these slackers out of their minds?
It's just the Holy Venerable One coming, does it really need to be this exaggerated?
Yang Fan glanced at the Holy Venerable and decided to make a run for it.
His intuition told him that this woman was definitely not just there for the sake of watching the spectacle.
She might just be using the excuse of watching the competition to pick a fight with him!
only.
Before Yang Fan could sneak away, a cold gaze fell upon him.
Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine, and his raised foot came to an abrupt halt.
He turned around and saw that the gaze was directed at the woman, the Holy Venerable.
Holy crap!
It’s over!
His guess was right; this wretched woman had come looking for him!
The Holy Venerable remained calm, glanced at him, and then looked away.
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