Sorry, Officer, I Didn't Recognize You Just Now

Middle Thousand Provinces, the Jiuqu Realm.

On his way to the Wen Dao Palace, Qin Wangchuan happened to pass by a peculiar city.

It is said to be peculiar.

This is because in this small city called "Two Realms City", there are quite a few Demon Race and Human Race mixed together, walking on the same streets.

Although the Demon Race is one of the Myriad Races of the Three Thousand Provinces, they usually keep to themselves and each has its own settlement.

Those who actively venture into Human Race cities either have special purposes or possess extraordinary strength and background.

But here, it seems that's not the case.

Walking through the city, one could frequently hear the sounds of arguing and shouting:

On the left, a young Demon Race with a bright red rooster comb and colorful feathers was blocking the way of a Human Race cultivator, his expression unfriendly.

"Apologize!"

"What's wrong with me saying your rooster comb is quite unique? That's a compliment, cluck cluck cluck~" The Human Race cultivator imitated a rooster's crow, clearly with a teasing tone.

"Apologize, don't make me say it a third time!"

"Go ahead and say it, nobody's stopping you."

The atmosphere was tense, with subtle fluctuations in Spiritual Power.

Pedestrians either stopped to watch the play or hurried past, and not a single city guard came to interfere.

"Is it mismanagement?" Qin Wangchuan wondered to himself, but did not stop walking.

However, after continuing on his journey for a short while, he realized that he had been wrong.

It's not that the management is bad, but rather that there are just too many similar frictions and disputes, making it impossible to manage them all.

Sometimes it's because of a thoughtless remark, or even just because someone glanced at you while walking.

The Demon Race and the Human Race, apart from having roughly the same cultivation system, have vastly different lifestyles, concepts, ways of thinking, and even ways of expression, making friction a common occurrence.

This kind of scene is perfectly normal.

After seeing it too many times, it becomes boring.

However, as he was walking through the city, a murmur of conversation that drifted into his ears made him stop in his tracks.

"Still standing here? The people from the Wen Dao Palace have entered the city!"

"Really?!"

Upon hearing this, the other person was first taken aback, then his face lit up with joy, and he hurried towards the city.

"They only recruit disciples once every two years, we've finally waited for this opportunity! Let's hurry... If we can enter the Wen Dao Palace, we'll be truly blessed."

"Of course! It's said that even the major Ancient Aristocratic Clan are wary of them!"

Upon hearing the familiar name, Ye Jianwei asked in confusion:

"Young Master, what is the Wen Dao Palace...?"

"That should be it."

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

He was very curious about how Yin Qiyue and the others usually recruited disciples.

Following the sound of more people, we arrived at a square in the center of the city.

Sure enough, several sects or forces that were recruiting new members had gathered here, with flags fluttering and shouts rising and falling.

Perhaps because the city is not large, there weren't many people applying for the job; they were scattered.

He spotted the sign for the Wen Dao Palace at a glance.

The style is simple, with only three large characters that exude Dao Rhyme, yet it possesses a transcendent air.

Next to the Wen Dao Palace stall, there was another stall with a completely different style—it didn't even have a proper name, just a white cloth with two wildly exaggerated characters written on it:

"Hiring!"

A burly man with a booming voice stood on a high place, waving his arms and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"What's our slogan?! Ascend to heaven! Ascend to heaven! It's still damn ascending to heaven!!"

Qin Wangchuan: "..."

He silently looked away.

It's unbearable to look at.

Needless to say, this was absolutely the "masterpiece" of the Returnees Organization under Feng Qingjue's command.

Although he did give instructions to recruit those who harbored ambitions to Attack Heaven and were unwilling to accept their destiny.

But... can such a direct and high-profile approach really attract people?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a sign next to the stall that read, "Whoever can provide the matching couplet will be admitted to the organization without examination!"

The first line of the couplet is. "The vast horizon is my love."

Qin Wangchuan decisively withdrew his gaze, took Ye Jianwei's hand, and walked straight towards the side of the Wen Dao Palace.

Don't say it.

The queue at the Wen Dao Palace was quite long, with many young cultivators looking on with anticipation and longing.

They are clearly very interested in joining this rapidly rising, mysterious organization.

When the number of people was about right, a young disciple dressed in the standard black robes of the Wen Dao Palace, who looked quite capable, stepped forward.

He cleared his throat and then shouted loudly:

"Those who have suffered betrayal, the extermination of their entire family, the ripping of bones, broken engagements, loss of relatives, friends, or love... stand this way!"

Goodness, reciting that long string of words, anyone who didn't know better would think it was a curse.

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Two people hesitated for a moment, but eventually stepped out of the group and stood on the open space designated by the black-clad disciple.

Others looked surprised and chose to wait and see.

After a moment's thought, Qin Wangchuan also stepped forward.

The disciple in the Green Robe who was in charge of making the announcement was named Wu Zheng.

He was an ordinary disciple of the Wen Dao Palace, responsible for helping to recruit people.

His eyes lit up when he saw Qin Wangchuan approaching.

There was no other reason than that, although Qin Wangchuan had tried his best to conceal his aura, his outstanding appearance and calm demeanor made him as eye-catching as a star in the dark night, no matter where he went.

Wu Zheng took a few steps closer, stroked his chin, and looked Qin Wangchuan up and down, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty:

"Young Master, your appearance and demeanor... don't seem like the kind of person I was describing."

"Oh?"

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow, and instead of answering, asked, "Then what do you think that kind of person you're talking about should look like?"

Wu Zheng didn't speak, but gestured with his eyes to the two people who had stepped forward first.

One of them was a boy with a resolute gaze and a still somewhat childish face.

Deep within his eyes burned a suppressed rage, along with a hint of curiosity and curiosity about the peculiar selection method of the Wen Dao Palace.

The other was a young man with a slightly pale complexion.

His eyes were numb, staring blankly ahead, as if he had just experienced excruciating pain and had lost interest in everything around him.

Even joining a sect seemed like a blind choice made out of a sense of being swept along by the tide.

"Yes--"

Wu Zheng gestured with his chin, as if to say: You see, this is the standard template.

"With your overall presence, you seem destined to be the center of attention, surrounded by admirers."

Please leave.

Qin Wangchuan nodded without saying a word.

He then slightly shifted his body to the side, stepping aside to reveal Ye Jianwei, who was Ye Jianwei behind him.

The recruitment standards of the Wen Dao Palace are very clear in their targeting.

They specifically target potential stars who seem to have the script of Protagonist, burdened with deep-seated hatred or major flaws.

Putting aside other things...

Ye Jianwei has is a genuine "Feng Aotian's " underdog story—

Of course, that was within the original trajectory of fate.

Wu Zheng's gaze fell on Ye Jianwei, and his eyes lit up several degrees again!

Blind girl!

Holding a guqin!

The aura is solid and restrained!

Her appearance was absolutely stunning!

Beside him was a Young Master appeared to have no cultivation (at least he couldn't sense it), yet seemed to be a "cripple"!

This configuration! This feeling of déjà vu!

Absolutely perfect!

He immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute, a smile spreading across his face, and his tone became quite polite:

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't recognize you just now!"

"Don't worry, you're perfectly suited to stand here."

Ye Jianwei quietly tugged at Qin Wangchuan's sleeve from behind.

If her eyes were intact, she would have seen the helplessness in them, as if to say: Young Master, did I... mess up? Was I recognized?

Qin Wangchuan gently shook his head, indicating that it was alright.

No matter how many times I watch it, I always find the people at the Wen Dao Palace very interesting.

It's true that they come up with jokes the moment they open their mouths; it's hard for ordinary people to understand.

This can be considered a secret code unique to them.

Wu Zheng chuckled and said that Qin Wangchuan, Ye Jianwei, and the two who had stepped forward earlier made a total of four people.

They led us to a quieter area on one side of the square.

The other applicants who remained in place were then announced by another disciple of the Wen Dao Palace:

"Alright, this selection process is now concluded."

"Gentlemen, you may leave now."

"Next batch!"