Chapter: 18

1. Wise Clan – Chun Muyeon.

2. Sword Clan – Chun Kungwun.

3. Loyal Clan – Chun Mukeum.

4. Poison Clan – Chun Jongsum.

5. Blade Clan – Chun Yuchan.

6. Lust Clan – Chun Wonryou.

They only had numbers on their tags, but Hameng knew their names. There were two girl candidates last time, and although there was only one girl this time around from the Lust Clan, he didn’t really care.

‘Everyone else is here, but I don’t see him.’

Hameng swept his glance across everyone, but he couldn’t find the one he was looking for. There was one boy who was getting all the attention from the higher ranks of the Demonic Cult.

‘Oh, there he is.’

Hameng finally found the boy. He would not have found him if he didn’t have a black tag. At the entrance, at the very end of the line, Chun Yeowun stood there alone.

‘The heir candidate not from the six clans.’

He was still a son of the Lord, but he couldn’t come up to the front. And it also seemed like the other kids around him were shunning him. Therefore, he stood there alone.

‘He’s receiving attention in an interesting way.’

That was the end of the interest. Hameng knew that the boy did not train in martial arts, so he was going to fail the entrance test.

‘There are so many.’

Chun Yeowun was able to see the thousand children standing in front of him. He wasn’t late, but he was told that his tag was missing and had to wait until the end. So even with the black tag, he couldn’t go up to the front. It was certain that it was the work of someone from the six clans, but it didn’t matter to him.

‘It’s best I avoid trouble with them from the beginning anyway.’

Chun Yeowun liked that. They wanted to kill him even before joining academy, so it was better to not see them at all.

The horn sound blared across the field, and people began to mumble. It was due to the person who had just entered. Thousand boys and girls began to chant with shouts. A man with the character ‘Sky’ on his black silk clothes got up and sat down on the throne up on the stage. It was the Lord, and one of the Five Strongs of Wulin, Chun Yujong. Even without his title, his presence was overwhelming even in front of a thousand people.

“I can’t even look at him directly.”

The boys had lost the courage to even look up to him. Next to the Lord was the lead guardian, Great Guardian King Marakim. He had a special mask on his face so that no one knew what he really looked like.

“Oops.”

And to the right of the throne was a ragged clothed man who seemed to be having a hard time standing up as if he were drunk. He was the Right Guardian, Submeng, the Crazy Blade. He acted silly, but he was still ranked within the top ten strong men in the Demonic Cult.

“Hah.”

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

Submeng spat at Hameng who looked at him with a disgusted look and took a sip from his bottle of liquor. Marakim then walked onto the stage and shouted,

“SILENCE!”

It was a voice laced with internal energy that spread through to everyone. The training ground went silent at once.

“The most honorable one, it is ready.”