Waste, Pure Waste

“Next——”

It was Lan Xiaoke’s turn soon.

She had been lazily draped over Ye Chuan’s body, but when she heard her name, she slowly straightened up and trudged over to the Spirit Monument.

The disciple in charge of registration looked up at her.

“Name, age, race, and current cultivation level.”

Lan Xiaoke thought seriously for a moment—

“Lan Xiaoke. Age… I forgot. Race… should count as a pet, I guess?”

The disciple held his brush, unable to put it down for a long moment. “Demon race?”

“Human race!” Lan Xiaoke was certain.

Even though she often acted like a cat or dog.

“Huh?” The disciple studied Lan Xiaoke, then glanced at Ye Chuan not far away, as if wondering what kind of strange relationship they had.

A servant?

Ye Chuan casually added,

“Human race. Enlightenment realm. No need to write the age so carefully.”

Upon hearing “Enlightenment realm,” the registration disciple was visibly stunned, and many people nearby subconsciously turned to look.

Lan Xiaoke looked soft and harmless, with no sharp aura about her at all—nothing like someone who had cultivated to the Enlightenment realm.

“Enlightenment realm?”

The registration disciple confirmed it again.

“Mm.”

Lan Xiaoke nodded, then quietly added, “But I don’t usually cultivate much.”

A few people nearby couldn’t help but laugh.

Claiming you don’t cultivate much when you’re already at the Enlightenment realm—those words sounded a bit like deliberate showing off.

The registration disciple didn’t press further and simply pointed at the Spirit Monument ahead.

“Place your hand on it. The test will be over quickly.”

Lan Xiaoke walked up to the stone monument, looked up at it a few times, then stretched out her fair little hand and pressed it gently against the surface.

One breath passed.

The Spirit Monument didn’t react at all.

Two breaths passed.

Finally, a faint white light flickered at the very bottom of the monument, as if it might go out at any moment, barely crossing the first mark on the scale.

And then nothing.

The entire square fell silent for a moment.

The registration disciple was also stunned, as if suspecting the monument was malfunctioning. He raised his hand to check the formation.

The Spirit Monument wasn’t damaged.

The test results were also perfectly accurate.

Lan Xiaoke’s talent was, indeed, absurdly poor.

“Lowest-grade bone structure.”

“Impure meridians, low comprehension, extremely poor affinity with heaven and earth’s spiritual energy—basically no normal possibility of cultivation.”

After reading out the results, the registration disciple hesitated himself.

This was…

A pure waste.

With talent like that, even breaking through to the Enlightenment realm would be out of the question, let alone successfully drawing in spiritual energy to start cultivating.

Under normal circumstances, even with the best techniques and pills, she would never reach the Foundation Establishment stage after decades of training.

Yet she was already at the Enlightenment realm.

The elders on the high platform were also drawn to the commotion. One of them extended his spiritual sense to envelop Lan Xiaoke.

The spiritual power flowing inside her was incredibly stable. She had indeed reached the Enlightenment realm, and her foundation appeared quite solid.

That made it even stranger.

“Have you ever taken any heaven-defying elixirs in the past?” an elder couldn’t help but ask.

Lan Xiaoke shook her head.

“No.”

“Then did you receive a power infusion from a great cultivator, or inherit some expert’s cultivation?”

“No, not that either.”

Lan Xiaoke thought for a moment and then turned to look at Ye Chuan. “He sometimes pours something into my body. Does that count?”

The expressions around them instantly turned peculiar.

Ye Chuan coughed. “It’s just helping her unblock and guide things—nothing like a power infusion.”

The elder continued to question, “Then how exactly did you break through to the Enlightenment realm?”

Lan Xiaoke was clearly stumped.

Well…

She just played games at home every day and broke through.

There was a gathering spirit formation at home. Whenever a critical hit triggered, her realm upgraded—just like pulling cards in a gacha.

“What technique do you usually practice?”

“No technique.”

“How many hours do you meditate each day?”

“I don’t meditate. Sitting still for a long time gets really tiring.”

Lan Xiaoke said this matter-of-factly, as if not cultivating was entirely normal.

“Then what do you do every day?”

“Eat, sleep, watch cartoons, play games with Ye Chuan, and sometimes go out and bask in the sun.”

She counted them carefully.

“I’m busy every day.”

The elders on the high platform grew even more puzzled. What did that mean—cartoons? Basking in the sun?

A person with the worst talent of the lowest grade, who had never actively cultivated, somehow broken through to the Enlightenment realm out of nowhere.

This story didn’t sound true at all.

But the Spirit Monument wouldn’t lie.

The registration disciple had her retake the test, but the results remained unchanged. In fact, the faint white light was even dimmer than before.

Lowest-grade bone structure.

No hidden physique.

Comprehension was merely average to below average.

A waste. A pure waste!

She was simply someone with terrible talent, so bad that even the immortal sect didn’t know how to train her.

People nearby had already started snickering.

“How did someone with talent like that break through to the Enlightenment realm?”

“Probably stacked up by overdosing on pills. The foundation looks stable, but she won’t be able to advance even a single step from now on.”

“She’s good-looking, no doubt—too bad her cultivation talent is just terrible.”

Hearing this, Lan Xiaoke wasn’t upset.

She knew exactly who she was.

A freeloader. A freeloader hanging on Ye Chuan.

Every day she slacked off, spent money freely, ate good food, and snacked on positivity. She was proud of it!

“Anyway, I’m already at the Enlightenment realm now,” she declared.

She walked back, naturally wrapped her arms around Ye Chuan’s arm, as if the test had nothing to do with her.

The registration disciple looked at the roster in his hands and had no idea how to categorize her for a moment.

According to the regulations of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, to pass the assessment, a disciple needed to meet at least one requirement: talent or cultivation realm.

Lan Xiaoke’s talent was absolutely terrible, but her cultivation realm was already at the Enlightenment stage, so she was qualified to join the sect.

“Lan Xiaoke, Enlightenment realm, bone structure: lowest grade.”

“Temporary assignment—Outer Sect Disciple.”

Lan Xiaoke took the cyan wooden token of an Outer Sect disciple, turned it over a few times, then immediately stuffed it into Ye Chuan’s hand.

The next person was Ye Chuan.

As Ye Chuan walked toward the Spirit Monument, the gazes of many people nearby followed him.

Foxy Li had just revealed her Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox bloodline.

Lan Xiaoke, despite having awful talent, had unexpectedly reached the Enlightenment realm.

And both girls revolved around Ye Chuan, clearly treating him as the center. So many were curious—what talent did Ye Chuan possess?

The white-robed young man from earlier was also standing with his arms crossed, a faint sneer on his face.

He couldn’t sense any spiritual power from Ye Chuan.

Either Ye Chuan’s cultivation was terrifyingly high.

Or he really was just an ordinary person.

The white-robed young man was clearly leaning toward the latter.

“Name.”

“Ye Chuan.”

“Age and cultivation realm.”

Ye Chuan thought for a moment.

“Age: twenty. Cultivation realm: Golden Immortal.”

The brush in the registration disciple’s hand instantly stopped. “Come again?”

“Golden Immortal.”

Ye Chuan repeated himself.

For a moment, the surroundings were silent, then erupted into laughter.

Even the elders on the high platform furrowed their brows, feeling that this young man was recklessly saying whatever came to mind.

What level is a Golden Immortal?

Even within the Supreme Immortal Sect, that was the level of a true elder of the outer sect.

The young man in front of them appeared to be barely a hundred years old by bone age, yet he casually claimed to be a Golden Immortal—hardly credible.

The young man in white snorted with laughter.

"If you're a Golden Immortal, then I must be a Dao Ancestor already, right?"

Ye Chuan turned to glance at him.

"You're still a long way from being a Dao Ancestor."

"..."

The white-robed man's face darkened.

The disciple in charge of registration, unwilling to listen to their bickering any longer, could only point toward the Immortal Resonance Stele.

"Whether you are a Golden Immortal or not, the stele will detect it."

"Place your hand on it."

Ye Chuan said nothing more, casually pressing his palm against the stele's surface.

The next moment—

The formations inside the stele, which had been ready to activate, seemed to encounter something utterly terrifying. Every rune of the laws vanished in an instant.