《Death… And Me》Death... And Me
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Sometime later, Roan, Alanda, and Malaka returned. For some reason, Alanda seemed to be very tired, utterly different from Inna Malaka, who was full of energy and excited after everything she saw. She had never been to a big city before. Their group had passed through a few others on the way here, but they only slept and departed on the very next day.
Before leaving the Varen Tribe, Malaka only had the opportunity to go out for the hunts. So how could she not be like that? Malaka is the only 'real' kid in this group, after all.
Alanda then went to his bed and started to cultivate. He didn't even want to talk at the moment. Seeing that, Rean couldn't help but laugh. He then patted Malaka's head, something that he got used to doing. Malaka, too, was used to it, and as a kid, she quite liked it.
Roan, on the other hand, just looked at her and said.
"Alright. You followed my words and didn't cultivate for an entire year. During our sparrings on the way here, I could tell that your foundation has already recovered. So you should focus on cultivation again, go to bed and put some effort into it."
Malaka nodded.
"Alright! I can finally try to catch up with you two again. You will see, I will definitely pass you!"
Roan just shrugged his shoulders.
"Is that so? Then I want to see it."
Malaka turned around and immediately went to bed. After taking a few Spirit Stones from her small bag, she quickly started to cultivate.
Roan then reached his bag and took out a green token before throwing it at Rean.
"I got this from the Cultivation Treasure Pavillion. They said that you can get discounts in any of their branches when you use it. I don't have much of a use for this token since you are the one managing expenses, so you might find a better use for it than me."
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Rean looked at it and nodded.
"The Cultivation Treasure Pavillion is quite big here in this country, so it is good that you got this. Still, why did they give it to you?"
Roan just gave a little explanation, not minding it too much.
However, Rean was surprised that Roan gave his technique away this easy. But when he thought that Roan got access to all the other techniques, he had to admit that it was quite a good deal. Besides, he also knows that the Death Style Forms that they use are different from the ones that Roan passed to the others.
"Well, if you are okay with it, I won't say anything."
Roan also joined Rean, and they started to cultivate again. A few hours later, their group went to sleep, finishing the day.
The days passed, and soon, the entrance exam was about to start. At the south gate of the Majorias City, thousands of kids between 9 and 13 years old were waiting for it to be open. The entrance exam didn't allow anyone above 13 to participate, so it couldn't be helped. There were even a few who were even younger, like 8 or 7 years old.
However, they were really the minority. Cultivators usually can only start cultivating at the age of 5. So coming for the entrance exam so soon might not be a good idea. The kid would not have had enough time to train, after all. He or she would have a big chance of doing poorly during the exam too.
Because of that, those under the age of 9 usually have something to distinguish them from others. For example, their aptitude or elemental affinity.
Rean's was quite shocked to see that many kids, but they soon calmed down... except for Malaka, of course. Still, Alanda made sure to hold her back to prevent any accident. That's is because, at the very front, closest to the South Gate, several cultivators who looked much older were staying there beside their kids.
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Rean, Roan, and Alanda couldn't feel their cultivation at all, but they were sure that it was not because they were ordinary people. There is no doubt that those elders are all far above the Foundation Establishment Realm, and came together to protect their descendants. The majority looked quite arrogant and showed an ugly face every time they looked at the kids' packed behind them.
Rean, Roan, and Alanda didn't give a damn, though. It made no difference for them whether they entered first or last. As long as they can take the exam, that will be fine.
Suddenly, everyone looked to the sky. That was because they could see three people floating there, right above the South Gate. In fact, even Rean and Roan were surprised by that. They didn't expect that flying was possible in this place.
"Roan, can you invent something that can make us fly as well?"
Roan shook his head.
"I don't even know if what they are using is a skill to start with, how do you expect me to create one too? Besides, do you know how hard it is to create a technique? I might take years to create something like that."
It was then that another kid beside them spoke.
"Oh! So you don't know them?"
Rean's group quickly looked at him.
The kid seemed to be around 12 or 13 and was accompanied by an elder that was in the Foundation Establishment. It's just that the elder was already at the peak of that Realm.
"Julio, stop talking and concentrate on the exam."
"Uncle Wen, it is okay. I will just tell them about those Sect Elders."
The 'Uncle Wen' just sighed but didn't say anything else.
Rean then immediately stepped forward.
"They are sect elders?"
Julio nodded.
"Yes. Can you see the red badges on their robes? That is the Dalamu Sect Emblem. The fact that their emblems are Red-Colored means that they are elders."
Rean smiled while looking at Julio. It was an excellent chance to make a few things clear.
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