assistirfilmes Chapter 76: Profound Bonds
Chapter 76: Profound Bonds
Chapter 76: Profound Bonds
The rarity of purple in the Immortal Mirror’s rankings became apparent—among over a thousand participants, only two individuals achieved it, one of them being Zhou Qianyuan.
“This time, the Immortal Mirror’s ranking criteria are stricter,” Sun Daoyu explained to the group with evident pride. “Dual spiritual roots result in a white rank. Single spiritual roots or dual roots combined with a Dao Body earn green. Only those with both a single spiritual root and a Dao Body achieve purple.”
Sun Daoyu’s confidence was well-placed. Zhou Qianyuan’s accomplishment was extraordinary, especially considering that the best talents from major families were present. With a ratio of less than one in a hundred, a purple rank was a monumental feat.
The screen showed the Seventh Young Master and Zheng Fa walking past the Immortal Mirror.
A white circle lit up beneath the Seventh Young Master’s feet.
For Zheng Fa, the circle was predominantly white with a faint trace of green, so subtle it was almost imperceptible.
“This junior brother seems to have mastered martial arts with Dao foundations,” Sun Daoyu remarked, his experience as a disciple of a Nascent Soul cultivator evident. “However, the gap between Dao-based martial arts and a Dao Body is insurmountable, so his rank remains white.”
“What does the ranking mean?” Zheng Shan couldn’t help but ask.
“It reflects one’s aptitude for cultivation. Purple-ranked participants enter the Immortal Sect directly, bypassing further tests. They are the true prodigies the Hundred Immortals Alliance seeks, destined to become its pillars. As for green- or white-ranked participants, they must rely on technical skills to gain entry,” Sun Daoyu explained with a mixture of pride and exasperation. “But my junior brother... his goal is to rival even Senior Sister Zhang.”
Turning to Senior Sister Zhang, he added, “The wager begins now.”
Zheng Fa wasn’t surprised by his white rank, but Zhou Qianyuan’s next move caught him off guard.
After all the participants had been ranked, a non-human voice echoed in the hall:
“Those with purple rank may enter the Immortal Sect directly. Others must choose one of the five doors for further evaluation.”
Looking beyond the Immortal Mirror, the group saw five small doors, each inscribed with a single character: Talisman (符), Alchemy (丹), Artifact Crafting (器), Formation (阵), Miscellaneous (杂).
Zhou Qianyuan, regarded as the group’s leader, walked straight to the door marked Talisman.
“But you’re purple-ranked!” someone called after him.
“I’m not just purple,” Zhou Qianyuan replied without turning, stepping through the door.
Zheng Fa and the Seventh Young Master exchanged a glance, finding his arrogance amusing.
“He’s more insufferable than me...” the Seventh Young Master muttered under his breath.
The two followed the crowd into the Talisman door.
After a short passage, they arrived at one of the five grand structures behind the main hall. A man in white was waiting for them.
Noticing the purple glow beneath Zhou Qianyuan’s feet, the man paused briefly before giving a slight nod and turning toward the building. Without a word, he burned a talisman in his hand, its flames igniting without wind.
“Your sister will beat you.”
The Seventh Young Master hesitated, then muttered,
“My sister... she probably won’t kill me.”
“Really giving up?”
“Absolutely!” he said with conviction.
“Well, Gao Yuan always wanted to be the second-best among us. This will make his dream come true,” Zheng Fa remarked.
“What second-best?”
“You know Gao Yuan—he’s always been competitive,” Zheng Fa said casually. “Among the three of us, I’m heading to the Immortal Sect, so he can’t surpass me. But compared to you, he’s better at academics, practices martial arts, and sees himself as both scholarly and skilled. He’s always considered himself number two.”
“In the past, you were better at talismans and had an Immortal Token, so he kept quiet. But now that you’re backing out...”
Before Zheng Fa could finish, the Seventh Young Master shot to his feet, trembling with anger.
“That traitor dares to have such ambitions?”
“Think about his personality,” Zheng Fa replied calmly.
“You’re saying I’ll be number three?”
“That’s what he’s likely thinking.”
Grinding his teeth, the Seventh Young Master stomped toward the transparent path ahead.
Zheng Fa smiled behind him.
You might endure a thousand scoldings from family, but a single word of mockery from a friend—especially one who used to be inferior—is unbearable.
Nearby, a boy who overheard their conversation commented to Zheng Fa,
“This Gao Yuan must be a close friend.”
“Hmm?”
“He doesn’t react to scolding from his mother or sister, but the mere mention of Gao Yuan motivates him.”
Watching the Seventh Young Master, hands and feet clinging to the path in sheer determination, Zheng Fa nodded.
“Very close indeed.”