He had arrived before dawn, squatting by the entrance with his knees hugged to his chest and his ears drooping. The moment he saw the Deacon in charge of registration arrive, he sprang to his feet, his eyes shining like two lamps.
"I'm signing up!"
The Deacon glanced at him, then at the long line behind him. Without exception, they were all from the Demon Clan.
There were Zhu Yan, Ying Zhao, Zheng, Tiger Leopards, and even several Bird Demons perched on tree branches, their eyes fixed on the registration point as though terrified of missing their chance.
The Deacon sighed and picked up the registry.
"One at a time."
The cries for the Demon Clan's survival grew louder and louder.
No one knew when it had started, but a saying began circulating among the Demon Clan.
"Want to live? Take the Farm Teachings exam. As long as you enter the Farm Teachings, those Human Race members who've killed until their eyes are red will spare you out of respect for their Saint Master."
The saying spread farther and farther, becoming increasingly absurd.
Later, it became, "Once you enter the Farm Teachings, the Human Race won't dare touch you."
Later still, it became, "The Farm Teachings are the Demon Clan's umbrella of protection."
When Iron Abacus heard that version, he was settling accounts in the Internal Affairs Hall.
He shoved aside his abacus, stood up, and planted his hands on his hips.
"Who said that? Who said the Farm Teachings are the Demon Clan's umbrella of protection?
Step forward. I guarantee I won't beat him to death."
The disciple beside him asked cautiously,
"Hall Master, then are we accepting Demon Clan members?"
"Yes!" Iron Abacus answered without hesitation.
"As long as they have no Karmic Debt, can pass the Heart