The Sect Master Will Grant Your Wish
Outside Iron Bone Town.
Several thousand young men and women had gathered, gazing up at Iron Bone Mountain, which seemed hidden amid the clouds and mist, their eyes gleaming with excitement and fervor.
Today was Eternal Sect's disciple recruitment day. They had traveled thousands of miles in the hope of passing the assessment and becoming part of the sect.
"Tierzhu!"
A middle-aged man with a face full of wrinkles said, "Father believes you'll succeed!"
Judging by his clothes, he was not from a wealthy family.
The seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth standing in the crowd took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and thought, Father, your son won't let you down!
Zhou Tiezhu.
A native of Donghao State.
For generations, his family had been ordinary people.
This time, accompanied by his father, he had traveled thousands of miles to Eternal Sect in the hopes of passing the assessment, becoming a disciple, and bringing glory to his ancestors!
There were many ordinary youths like him. They had no path to cultivation, and if they wished to rise above the crowd in this world where martial strength reigned supreme, joining a sect was their only choice.
However.
To many people, sects stood lofty and out of reach. Only those with exceptional talent could enter one.
But Eternal Sect was different. As long as one possessed a skill or had attainments in a certain field, one had a chance to become a disciple.
Therefore, every recruitment day drew countless youths to Iron Bone Town. Even if they might fail the assessment, they were willing to give it a try.
"Tch."
A young man in brocade said indifferently, "These poverty-stricken wretches dare sign up too? Who gave them the courage?"
As a direct descendant of a great