At this moment, Zuan had arrived at the Yin Yang Dao booth and seemed to be looking at the questions for recruiting disciples.
From the awe in the eyes of those around him as they looked at the young master and their private conversations, Zu An quickly figured out the other person's identity.
The other party was the third disciple of the Yin Yang Venerable, whose name seemed to be Fang Biao. He held an extraordinary position among the younger generation in the sect.
The two pickpockets also saw him and hurriedly said to their master, "Young Master Biao, is that the fat sheep from before?"
Who knew that Fang Biao glanced at Zu An and then looked away: "I'm not interested in men."
Immediately, his eyes burned as he followed the direction Zhang Zitong had gone.
Seeing the group leave, Zu An frowned. According to Yan Xuehen's account, the Yin Yang Dao and the Heavenly Demon Sect were staunch allies, but judging from their behavior, they were quite despicable.
Although he understood that Yun Jianyue had to choose to win over the Yin-Yang Path to deal with other factions for the sake of the Heavenly Demon Sect, he did not approve of it.
However, she ultimately did not go to help. Zhang Zitong was, after all, a silver-ranked embroidered maid. If she couldn't even handle this situation, she would truly be unworthy of the title of embroidered maid.
At this moment, he finally saw the Yin-Yang Dao test question clearly: to concoct an aphrodisiac that could be used on both men and women, and the better the effect, the higher the score.
Zuan: "..."
That's a rather euphemistic way of putting it, but isn't this just an aphrodisiac?
Speaking of which, he is quite an expert in this field. His earlier works, such as "I Love a Piece of Firewood", "Bull's Milk", and "Spring Breeze at Eighteen Degrees", as well as his recent "Forget-Me-Not Rosemary", are all well-known in this area.
He didn't understand why he encountered so many of those situations. Afterwards, he kept a copy of the corresponding medicine. After comprehending the "Baopu Zhenjing" (True Scripture of Embracing Simplicity), he even made several copies of each medicine. He wasn't interested in these medicines, but he felt that by understanding their medicinal properties, he could provide targeted relief in the future.
With his current expertise in this field, even the leader of the Yin-Yang School would be no match for him. He could easily refine some medicine to pass this test.
However, he couldn't bring himself to do it; he didn't want to stay in such a filthy place.
After thinking for a moment, he went to the other side. This booth was much quieter than the other places. There were hardly any people in front of it, except for a chubby little guy sitting on a grand chair, swaying back and forth, drinking tea in boredom.
Zuan looked up at the flags here—"Tomb Raiders' Path".
He couldn't help but chuckle. Why are there always such fat tomb raiders? Wu Liang from the demon race was the same way before. Aren't they afraid of getting stuck in the tunnels with their size?
Seeing him stop there, the fat man immediately perked up: "Brother, would you like to join our tomb raiding gang? Even if you don't join, it's okay to come and chat."
As she spoke, she came over and warmly pulled him to sit down.
Zuan thought to himself that he was well-versed in "The Essence of Dripping Heaven" and had also explored so many ancient tombs that he had a lot of experience in this area, so he should be able to pass the test.
So he sat down.
People in the distance sneered, "Another naive fool has been fooled by Fatty Hu."
"Who would join the tomb raiding sect these days? There are hardly any people left in this sect, and no one is protecting them from above. There isn't even a single elder, let alone a Venerable One."
"That's right. In today's society, without a background or anyone to protect you, it's impossible to get by. You don't even have enough for the most basic cultivation resources. How can you compete with other factions?"
"Not only that, this faction is also hated by everyone. They can't wash off the smell of tomb raiders. In the martial arts world, as long as they know you are a tomb raider, they will basically beat you to death. You may not even be able to save your life."
...
Although these people spoke softly, how could they escape the notice of Zuan?
He thought to himself, no wonder it was so deserted here, but he didn't care, since he wasn't really going to join the tomb raiding gang anyway.
"What's your name, sir?" The chubby boy asked with a smile as he poured him a cup of tea.
Zu An was somewhat flattered, after all, he had been looked down upon by other factions before: "My name is Lu Ren, may I ask how you are addressed?"
"Lu Ren?" The chubby boy looked him up and down. "Good surname, good given name."
Zuan: "..."
I don't know what's so good about this name; this guy is just shamelessly praising it.
"My surname is Hu and my given name is Fatty. You can just call me Fatty Hu from now on." The chubby boy acted like he knew everyone.
Zu An thought to himself that his parents were really careless in choosing a name, that someone could actually be named Fatty.
"Brother, you seemed to be wandering around just now, clearly very interested in our Holy Sect. Why don't you try our Tomb Raider Path?" Fatty Hu said with great enthusiasm. "Do you like ancient secrets? Do you like the inheritance of ancient gods? Do you like a house full of treasures and all kinds of divine weapons? ... Only we Tomb Raiders have the opportunity to experience these things."
Seeing him spitting as he spoke, Zu'an had no choice but to remind him, "Have you ever experienced it?"
Fatty Hu's breath hitched, and he gave him a long, brooding look: "You'll have no friends if you ask questions like that."
He quickly composed himself: "As the saying goes, great treasures require opportunity. I just haven't had the chance yet. I see that Brother Lu has a full forehead and an extraordinary demeanor. He must have a great opportunity. Perhaps he will even obtain the ancient inheritance before me. Why don't you join our Tomb Raiders?"
Zuan knew he was bluffing, but since he was looking to get closer to the Demonic Sect, he nodded: "That sounds interesting. I wonder if there's any entrance exam?"
"I originally thought you were a good match and wanted to take you in directly, but the ancestral rules are hard to break, so I can only test your knowledge of tomb raiding first. I hope Brother Lu won't mind." After saying that, Fatty Hu muttered to himself, "The tomb raiding profession is already difficult to survive, and now there are so many ridiculous rules. The sect is about to be wiped out."
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