Sect Selection—this is a matter that affects a new disciple’s entire life.
The sect takes it very seriously.
Not only do the leaders of each sect attend, but the Saint Sons and Holy Maidens of each sect are also present.
However, as time passes, the Sect Leaders gradually stop attending, sending an elder to sit on the high platform as their representative instead.
One step down from the high platform is where the Saint Sons and Holy Maidens of each sect are seated.
Looking out, the aura is overwhelming.
“Whoa, all the Saint Sons and Holy Maidens of the sects are here. Other than the once-in-a-decade Grand Sect Tournament, this is probably the only chance to see everyone gathered.”
“Of course. Look over at Sword Sect and Dan Sect—those two sisters are monsters.”
“Yeah. Under thirty years of bone age, their cultivation rivals some elders. They’re famous geniuses across the entire Eastern Region.”
“The Qin Family really hit the jackpot this time, producing two peerless geniuses. Unfortunately, there are no male heirs. I doubt the Qin Family would allow them to marry out, so the only possibility is someone marrying into the Qin Family.”
“You win some, you lose some. Maybe the Qin Family’s daughters are so heaven-defying that there aren’t any male heirs.”
“True enough.”
“Um… Speaking of which, is it possible the Qin Family actually does have a male heir?”
As these words fell, the crowd fell silent, turning to look at the boy who had just spoken.
The boy was delicate-looking, with a touch of youthfulness, and his eyes shone with sincerity and innocence—if only the vivid red lip mark on his face didn’t ruin the impression.
No one expected that such a pure-looking boy would be so bold, wandering around with such a conspicuous mark on his face.
The world is truly going downhill—how envious to live such a life at such a young age.
The crowd’s odd gazes left Qin Mu at a loss.
What?
Is there a flower on my face?
“Ahem, Junior Brother, what do you mean by that?”
A mature-looking Senior Brother stepped forward.
When Qin Mu entered, he was searching everywhere for the Dao Sect’s admissions office.
Being young and short, he noticed a group of Inner Sect Disciples and thought to ask them.
As he approached, he overheard their discussion.
“Uh… My cousin’s uncle’s nephew on my third aunt’s side is in the Qin Family, so I know.”
From experience, if Qin Mu just said, ‘I’m the Young Master of the Qin Family,’ he’d be met with roaring laughter the next moment.
Young Master Qin could already picture the scene.
As soon as he finished speaking—
“Tch~”
“I thought it was some earth-shattering revelation, but that’s it?”
“I even got my sunflower seeds and stool ready. I was expecting a thunderstorm plot twist!”
“Right? I could also say I’m the Young Master of the Qin Family!”
“True enough.”
“Hahaha…”
As expected, Young Master Qin was numb inside.
He should have just kept quiet.
“Silence, silence! Let’s not mock the new Junior Brother like this.”
“Then why are your shoulders shaking, Senior Brother?”
“Pfft… Ahem, I just remembered something funny.”
The mature Senior Brother quickly tried to compose himself.
“All right, enough. What are you all doing? Junior Brother, did you come here for something?”
“Excuse me, where is the Dao Sect admissions office?”
Qin Mu asked calmly.
The laughter from before felt like countless knives stabbing into Young Master Qin’s heart.
If only I were stronger… I…
So frustrating!!
All rage, zero damage.
The Senior Brother paused, then continued, “So you’re a new disciple wanting to enter a sect. But Junior Brother, only outstanding new disciples have the right to choose their sect. The rest must report to the sect assigned on their waist token.”
Hearing this, Qin Mu took out the shining gold waist token Miss Mengyu had given him before departure.
“Excuse me, Senior Brother, is this it?”
The Senior Brother saw the gold token in Qin Mu’s hand.
The golden light was almost blinding, but his eyes widened even more.
No wonder this Junior Brother was so bold and talented. It made sense.
After all, on the Heavenly Profound Continent, strength is respected.
Polygamy, polyandry—if you’re strong enough, no one will object.
But if you go too far, committing atrocities and harming innocents, the Right Path Alliance will rise against you.
“Junior Brother, please follow me.”
The Senior Brother, who had been holding back laughter moments ago, instantly put on a flattering smile.
The speed of his expression change left Qin Mu stunned.
Goodness, are you the Shadow King?
“Thank you, Senior Brother.”
Qin Mu cupped his fists in thanks.
As Qin Mu followed the mature Senior Brother away, the crowd erupted into chatter.
“Hiss, this Junior Brother actually has a Gold Token. Doesn’t that mean, barring any accidents, he’ll become a Core Disciple in the future!”
“No wonder! I thought this Junior Brother looked handsome and imposing, with a domineering presence—truly extraordinary!”
“Beauty loves heroes! If this Junior Brother can’t win the favor of a beauty, heaven is unjust!”
“True enough.”
“……”
“Hey, Zhu Junior Brother, can you say something else?”
“True enough.”
***
“All right, next! Show your waist token and receive your lodging number.”
Today, He Li, who was in charge of registering new disciples, once again saw a golden waist token.
Clang—
The golden light was enough to inspire envy, jealousy, and hatred.
“Name.”
“Qin Mu.”
“Qin…”
He Li’s writing hand paused. He hurriedly looked up to see who the top new disciple of this year was.
A youthful boy, delicate features—if only the unique mark on his face didn’t ruin his pure aura.
That strange gaze again.
Qin Mu frowned.
What’s going on?
Young Master Qin couldn’t figure it out.
“Ahahaha, so it’s Junior Brother Qin! I’ve heard so much about you. Because you have a Gold Token, you get your own Dongfu.”
He Li handed Qin Mu a Ling Slip.
“Tsk tsk, this Junior Brother Qin—looks pure, but really knows how to play.”
Watching Qin Mu’s departing figure, He Li muttered.
On the way, Qin Mu noticed the strange looks people gave him.
At that moment, Young Master Qin finally reacted. He hurried to a tree by the road and pulled out a mirror.
In the reflection, the boy’s face looked pure—except for that vivid red lip mark.
Crack—
Standing by the roadside, Young Master Qin’s hand trembled, feeling himself turn to stone, inside and out.
I’m so stupid, really.
How could Miss Ruoshuang kiss me for no reason?
And yet, I only just realized it.
Remembering the strange gazes along the way, Qin Mu’s shame exploded.
He wished he could ride his sword out of the Eastern Region on the spot.
How am I supposed to face people now?!
The news of the new disciple ranked first entering the Sect Selection with a lip mark on his face spread rapidly through the Seven Star Sect.
People began to discuss—was this the collapse of morality, or the corruption of human nature?
For the details, see tomorrow’s Seven Stars Morning Report.