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Chapter 80: The Uses of Fortune
"Come in." Zhu Qiong did not look up.
At his words, a female cultivator in loose, dark-black Daoist robes pushed open the private room's door and walked in.
The female cultivator stood before Zhu Qiong and gave a slight bow in accordance with sect etiquette, then removed her veil, revealing a pair of strikingly sharp, heroic eyes with long, narrow outer corners.
"What important business brings you here?" Zhu Qiong's voice was cool.
"These are this year's Moon-Picking Standards, which this disciple has drawn up according to sect regulations. Please offer your corrections, True Disciple Zhu." Shu You presented a jade slip with both hands, her tone respectful.
The Mirror Moon Palace had thousands upon thousands of disciples, but only a hundred cultivators could rank among its True Disciples.
Every True Disciple was a promising seed with hopes of reaching Golden Core, holding a position far above inner disciples and only a notch below Golden Core elders.
And Zhu Qiong, True Disciple Zhu, was even more extraordinary.
He was a guardian god of slaughter selected through the sect's True Disciple trials, and the Foundation Establishment cultivators from other sects who had fallen at his hands numbered as many as the fingers on both hands.
Facing such a ferocious figure, Shu You dared not reveal even the slightest private calculation.
"All this for such a trifling matter?" Zhu Qiong frowned slightly.
He knew that factions within the Mirror Moon Sect were tangled and complex, that people liked to conduct business through personal connections and worldly courtesies, relying on the three-piece set of "spirit herbs, spirit pills, and spirit furnaces."
It was no exaggeration to say that one-tenth of the cultivators admitted in each intake of Mirror Moon Sect disciples did not meet the sect's