Chapter 960
Before long, everyone vying for a spot i
the selection was packed into the hall, buzzing with anticipation.
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The host, a wiry guy with a clipboard, stepped up and started calling out names, his voice cutting through the chatter. “First up, Truman Chavez, hailing from the Chavez family in Forlunda City!”
“Yeah, that’s me!” Truman piped up, raising a hand.
The host gave his ID a quick once–over, nodded, and waved him through with a casual, “Head on in.”
He continued, “Next, number two…”
The roll call droned on until, “Number 135, Raven Valor!”
A murmur rippled through the crowd. Raven stepped forward, and the host squinted at his list, clearly thrown. “Hold up, you’re Raven Valor? No family or sect listed here. You rolling solo?”
“Yup, just me,” Raven said with a shrug, her tone cool as ice.
“No kidding?” The host raised an eyebrow but didn’t press.
Although the host was a little confused, he still let her in. After all, rules didn’t say one need a fancy bloodline.
As Raven moved toward the entrance, heads turned. Eyes locked onto her–some curious, others dripping with scorn, and a few practically oozing bad
vibes.
Rav
Stepping into the dimly lit secret chamber, Raven sensed the other participants flexing their aura, trying to psych her out.
The air practically crackled with their not–so–subtle power plays.
But Raven? She didn’t flinch. Their mind games slid off her like water off a duck’s back.
Glancing at the crowd–some itching for a fight, others glaring daggers–she got the picture.
This wasn’t just a selection. It was a gauntlet, and these folks were ready to throw down.
“You Raven Valor?” A tall, haughty young woman sauntered over, her eyes raking Raven up and down with a smirk. “Seriously, a nobody with zero cultivation?
“What makes you think you can tackle a hardcore secret chamber like this?”
Her name was Anastasia Robinett, a distant cousin of the Robinett family’s main branch, always acting like she owned the place.
“What’s it got to do with you?” Raven shot back, his tone sharp but calm,
Anastasia scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Pfft, as if you don’t know the heavens are sky–high and the earth runs deep!” She gave him a smug smirk before spinning on her heel and sauntering back to her group.
The other candidates in the selection process sized Raven up. No aura. No cultivation. Just a regular guy, or so it seemed.
Their eyes gleamed with mockery, though a few caught the faint glint of killing intent in his gaze and hesitated.
Across the room, Troy’s icy stare locked onto the Cloudshade Crew. He opened his mouth to order Anastasia and her posse to deal with this “nobody” when a commotion erupted near the entrance.
“The Deacon Executives are here!” someone shouted.
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The crowd went wild.
Heads from the major families sched to their feet,
practically tripping over themselves to reach the door.
Even the event organizers, usually so high and mighty, plastered on eager smiles and rushed to greet the newcomers.
“Greetings, Executives!”
“Didn’t expect all four of you to show up in person. This is a real honor for our selection!”
The flattery flowed like cheap wine as everyone tried to butter up the four imposing figures.
Some craned their necks, peeking behind the Executives as if expecting someone else.
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One of the organizers cleared his throat and ventured, “So, uh, is the new leader here? Word is, she’s young, crazy talented, and–get this–actually takes care of her people. Hands out Special Elixir Tablets like clockwork.”
Another voice piped up,”
“Hey, think the new leader needs a server or a disciple? I’m game to sign up!”
The four Executives, led by Timothy, stood stone–faced through the onslaught of brown–nosing. Their sharp eyes flicked toward Raven, who had quietly slipped toward the secret chamber’s entrance.
Raven raised a hand, a subtle
gesture. Timothy caught it instantly–she wasn’t ready to blow her cover just yet.
AD
