Fake Medicine

The orphanage was renovated.

The two neighboring houses were incorporated as well, improving the orphanage's basic facilities.

The Relief Office, however, made no move at all. They neither promoted Third Sister nor took back her official seal.

They remained silent and still, as though they knew nothing of it.

Today was the day Skinny Monkey graduated from school. Half a year ago, Skinny Monkey had tested his spirit roots and turned out to have three spirit roots.

They were neither good nor bad. For great sects, they had just passed the qualifying line. Whether he could enter would still depend on his performance in the sect-entry trial; a poor performance would bar him from joining.

Small sects, however, would not do things that way.

Three spirit roots were more than enough to enter a sect and cultivate.

A renowned great sect of the Eastern Wasteland like the Grand Artifact Sect had countless subordinate sects beneath it. Do not think they were truly small sects—without a Nascent Soul Patriarch presiding over them, they likely would not even qualify to become a subordinate of the Grand Artifact Sect.

Sects and Lineages established by cultivators of even lower cultivation became subordinates of those small sects.

Unless one went to a small place.

Such as the Little Wasteland Domain or the Starry Sea.

The domain barrier of the Starry Sea had likely already vanished. Like a small bubble within a great bubble, once the little bubble lost the protection of its domain barrier, it would naturally merge into the great bubble and become part of it.

The Little Wasteland Domain's barrier, on the other hand, had not yet been heard to change, so it could still exist in the form of a bubble.

As one of the five great realms celebrated by the world,