Hopes

Lu Zhen gathered his thoughts. He was more than satisfied with how things had turned out.

His gaze shifted to the two remaining items in his storage space.

The fourth-grade low Nine-Turn Dao Lotus lay quietly in its rosewood box, surrounded by currents of chaos.

This spirit medicine is incredibly potent. I'll find a quiet moment later to take it and thoroughly temper my soul, Lu Zhen planned.

As for the rest...

He looked at the mountain of more than forty-seven thousand spirit crystals.

Money sitting idle needed to make more money.

Lu Zhen stroked his chin, an idea forming in his mind.

He raised his left wrist and logged straight into the Supreme Unity Mystic Sect's forum.

With the grand examination approaching, the forum was filled with discussion threads.

Highlighted hot threads covered the screen, all discussing the various prodigies. The atmosphere was feverish.

Among them, one name sat pinned at the very top, its thread flooded with replies.

—Zhou Luotian!

"A monstrous genius unlike any seen in the Supreme Unity Mystic Sect's Direct Territory in a hundred thousand years."

"Rumor has it that the sounds of the Great Dao resonated at his birth, and he reached the Stream-Gathering Realm at ten. He now has a terrifying fifteen hundred star vortices within his body, breaking every record since the sect's founding!"

"And that's not all. He cultivates a fourth-grade divine art, and his spatial law has already reached the peak second realm."

Whenever that name appeared on the forum, every word dripped with despairing reverence.

"Forget this year's candidates. Even if you looked a hundred thousand years into the past or future, Zhou Luotian would probably still be the unshakable number one."

"First place in the grand examination. Not a shred of suspense."

Lu Zhen read the praise. The