"Chen Miemie!" Liu Bo's voice came from afar.
"Liu Bo, hey, you actually didn't lose an arm or a leg?"
"Almost, just a tiny bit away. By the way, have you chosen a society yet?"
"What society?"
"Teach, you didn't tell Chen Miemie?"
"I haven't had the time yet. Chen Miemie always has a new story to tell me," Fengling said expressionlessly.
"Haha, just as expected of him."
"Alright, down to business. Chen Miemie, listen up.
After graduation, you are no longer students of the school. Having successfully opened the door to the Mystic, you will truly enter the mystic circles.
Every year, the school organizes a society meet-and-greet recruitment event, where all the major societies in the city and you will engage in a mutual selection process.
Normally, the recruitment event in previous years was held three days after the graduation exams. But this year is special. Sixiang City has encountered some trouble and is in urgent need of manpower, so the schedule was moved up. It will start at four o'clock later.
You'd better choose carefully. Once you join a society, it's not like school anymore. Don't mess around."
"I'm not choosing. I already have a society," Chen Miemie refused.
Fengling and Liu Bo: ...
"No way, your connections are that wild? You got scouted in advance?"
"No, I founded a society myself."
Liu Bo was dumbfounded, and veins popped on Fengling's forehead.
"To establish a society, it requires at least one powerhouse of Mystic level 3 or above. You just graduated, you're still wearing split-pants and playing with mud! What do you have to establish a society with!" Liu Bo mercilessly roasted him.
Chen Miemie gave him a sidelong glance. "I pulled Chen Miaomiao in. Are you saying she's not qualified?"
Liu Bo shook his head frantically. "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
The little girl Fengling didn't stand on ceremony, punching Chen Miemie right in the kidney, knocking him to the ground.
"The Great Witch doesn't have time to play house with you. Get serious, properly join a society, and properly take a master. Battles in the mystic world are no joke."
"You sneak attacked me, shameless. Let me tell you, in my society, the starting line is Mystic level 4 big shots, every one of them is an unkillable cockroach. If you lay hands on me again, be careful I don't bring people to block you after school."
Smack, smack.
Chen Miemie took two more hits.
One of them even hit his butt.
"I'll show you blocking me, I'll show you bringing people! You think just because you graduated I can't discipline you anymore, huh?" Fengling fiercely unleashed a combo.
"Stop, stop hitting! I'll go, I'll go join a society." Chen Miemie decided a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. "You at least have to tell me which societies are powerful, right? I can't just go and rely on luck, or let people fool me."
"Which ones are powerful? I don't know."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Societies are small groups of mystics, and the most important thing about the mystic is the unknown. So unless there's a true life-and-death battle between societies, everyone hides their strength. You can't tell who is more powerful."
"What about the major Mystic levels? That should carry a lot of weight, right?"
"Of course, but why would they tell you what level they are? Or if they do tell you a level, is it necessarily true?
A Mystic level 4 pretending to be level 3 is all too normal. Usually, by the time the opponent finds out, they are already a dead person.
Alright, it's about time. Liu Bo, take Chen Miemie to the recruitment hall."
"Let's go."
Arriving at the so-called recruitment hall.
Chen Miemie originally thought it would be like a job fair with little cubicles, or small booths like college club recruitments.
To his surprise, it was a series of tightly sealed off individual rooms.
It was as if they were terrified of being seen by one another.
Mysterious runes were also set up outside the rooms, likely used for soundproofing and anti-eavesdropping.
Outside each room, apart from the name of the society, nothing else could be seen.
Liu Bo had obviously done his homework.
"In our Sixiang City, there are over 20 societies. The scale of the societies is mostly the same. The peripheral personnel are not fixed, but as for the internal mystic members, it's usually between 10 to 15 people. The maximum is generally around 20."
Chen Miemie immediately asked, "Why not recruit more people? Or merge to form strong alliances? There is strength in numbers, after all."
"I don't know either, but it's said that this is the optimal structure figured out from tens of thousands of years of experience."
"Alright, which one are you planning to go to?"
"I want to go to the Homeward Bound Society, because it's closest to my house. I just don't know if they'll take a liking to me."
"Oh, that's a solid reason. Then go try it out. Could they really eliminate you because of your ability?"
"No, they won't ask what our abilities are. In the mystic circles, before trust is established, that's a major taboo. Rejections are usually just because they don't find you pleasing to the eye."
Chen Miemie was speechless. That was simply ruthless.
Graduates didn't know the level of the societies, and the societies couldn't ask the graduates what skills they had.
What a mutual selection process. Truly very reasonable.
"Alright, I'm going. If I don't get selected, I still have a chance to try others. You make sure to choose carefully too."
How to choose carefully? Isn't it all a blind selection?
Chen Miemie had already made up his mind on the way over.
He did need to find a society to join. After all, Eternal as the Moon was still in a hidden stage and needed time to develop and grow stronger.
He, Chen Miemie, was still very weak during the day. During the Rainbow Moon and Frost Moon, he could only say he wouldn't die, but he couldn't be called a powerhouse. Being invincible for only two Eternal Moon nights a week was not enough.
Therefore, he couldn't appear too conspicuous.
If everyone else had a society and he didn't, it would be highly abnormal.
Moreover, after leaving school, societies were an important source of intelligence and connections in the mystic circles, which shouldn't be easily given up.
Ultimately, he had it figured out.
Huangyi would go establish Eternal as the Moon; Chen Miemie would join a society that looked pleasing to his eye.
Looking down the row, he stopped in front of one of the individual rooms.
The name of the society in this room was: Silver Moon Court.
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