Chapter 10: The Prestige

It was the day of the Sect Selection Exams. A large crowd of youngsters had already started gathering at the entrance of the Sect.

In this region, the Devil Sect was considered the overlord. Although they didn't have a good reputation throughout this world, their strength was undeniable.

Many youngsters wanted to become a part of the sect and begin their journey to become stronger. They didn't care if the Sect was known as an evil sect. This was their only choice.

The Devil Sect was the only sect in this region after all. Every other sect here had been destroyed by the Devil Sect.

If one wanted to join any other sect, they had to travel to other provinces, and the journey itself was expensive and long.

Just to reach the next sect that was on the same level as the Devil Sect, they had to travel for over six months.

Since they had no other choice, the people of this province had embraced the Devil Sect. If they couldn't avoid it, it was better to embrace it.

For them, joining the Devil Sect had become a symbol of prestige.

Just the Nether Province that was ruled by the Devil Sect had thousands of cities within. And each of those cities had their own power structure.

Some weak families looked at the Devil Sect as their only hope of survival. If a family member could join the sect, it was enough to work as a deterrent.

The Devil Sect didn't interfere in the matters of the mortals, but it didn't mean that they couldn't.

If one managed to attract the attention of an Elder and gain enough importance in the sect, they could rise to the top in one fell swoop.

There was also one such story that was very famous. There was a clan that was almost on the verge of getting destroyed by other major powers in the city.

The clan had already lost hope. But one day, a member of the clan returned from the Devil Sect, telling everyone that he had managed to become a disciple of an Elder.

The major clans in the sect didn't take him seriously.

Even if he had become an Elder's disciple, they believed that there was no way the Devil Sect was going to interfere in the matters of a small city like theirs, just because of a disciple.

They believed that as long as they didn't harm the disciple, they could do anything to the family.

They destroyed the family, despite the pleading of the youngsters. However, the very next day, the entire city was painted red in blood at the hands of the youngster's master.

From that day on, the prestige of the Devil Sect rose even more.

It was said that if one was a disciple of an Elder in the Devil Sect, they could do anything in the Nether Province.

Even if a Disciple of an Elder was to slap the Patriarch of some great family, the family was most probably not going to react.

Fortunately for this province, very few people had managed to become the Disciples of an Elder. And those who achieved this feat, rarely left the sect.

They tried their best to become stronger so they didn't disappoint their master.

Today, all the youngsters had gathered here for one such opportunity. If they could take the top positions in the exam, they could be selected by an Elder.

However, if they failed, they had to wait for a long time before another opportunity. And for the next opportunity, they had to face even more competition.

It was said that if one failed the opportunity given at the entrance exam, then it was basically impossible to become an Elder's disciple.

Let alone becoming an Elder's Disciple, it was impossible to even see an Elder!

"I will definitely take first place!" A young man exclaimed, looking at the entrance of the sect.

The entrance was blocked by a few disciples of the sect as it wasn't the time yet.

"Hahaha, look at this idiot. He says he will take first place!" A mocking laughter resounded. "You little fool, the first place is mine!"

Many great families had sent their heirs, hoping that they were going to succeed. Most of the youngsters gathered here were proud and arrogant.

Not only were they talented, but they also had the support of their families. Some of those families even had some influence within the sect after all.

"These fools. They think they can take first place? They don't know that the first place is mine." Another young man smirked in the distance, hearing the confident tones of the others.

"They don't know that my Uncle is already an Elder of the Sect. Thanks to his help, the first place is as good as mine. He will be incharge of the tests after all."

The man didn't speak his thoughts out loud. But he really looked forward to everyone's faces and their gazes of worship when he took the top position and selected a master.

He had already decided who he was going to select as a master.

At the same time, another young man was climbing up the stairs of the Sect.

Unlike the prominent young masters of various families, the red haired boy wasn't dressed luxuriously. His clothes were old but they were still very clean.

The boy wasn't accompanied by any family members. Instead, he was climbing all alone, carrying a heavy sword on his back.

Many people looked at him, but didn't spare a second glance. Just by looking at the boy, they were sure that he wasn't worth paying attention.

He looked poor. It was clear that he didn't have any prominent family supporting him. And without the resources of a family, it was only as far one could go before reaching their limit.

"Look at that, even beggars are taking part in the demon sect exams now."

Most people ignored the red haired boy, but not all did. There were many who looked down on him and weren't shy from expressing their thoughts.