Guardian

On the Ninja Sect's martial arts grounds, hundreds of disciples trained diligently. Since entering the Ninja Sect, these youths from various clans had gained access to cultivation resources they could never have obtained in their original families, making them cherish this opportunity immensely.

Although the disciples were training, their eyes kept drifting toward the tallest main hall. Earlier, they had seen several figures enter it, but they had been unable to make out who they were.

"The ones who just went in must be the founders of our Ninja Sect. I wonder what kind of extraordinary people they are!" a young man said hopefully as he gazed at the hall.

"They must be peerless prodigies of the Southern Bright Continent. Otherwise, how could they possibly provide us with so many cultivation resources?" another youth said with admiration.

"If only I could enter that hall someday. That is the highest honor of our Ninja Sect!"

"I heard that as long as you take first place in the annual competition, you can become the disciple of one of those people in the hall. The treatment would be more than ten times better than it is now!"

The crowd discussed animatedly, each person's eyes burning with their own passion. They all wanted to enter the Ninja Sect's most sacred place and become a part of it.

"What are you doing? Instead of training properly, you're standing around chatting? Have you all mastered the spells I taught you? Fine, starting this afternoon, everyone will be tested on your spell cultivation results. Anyone who fails will have their training time doubled!" A stern voice rang out, and everyone immediately fell silent before hastily resuming their spell practice.

In the distance, a youth about the same age as the disciples walked over. His expression was cold