The journey to the Heavenly Dragon Sect was long and arduous. Shenlong traveled through dense forests, over mountain passes, and across rushing rivers. Along the way, he encountered other cultivators, some friendly, others hostile. Though he had grown stronger since unlocking the pendant's power, he knew he was still far from the level of the true elites. For now, he kept a low profile, avoiding unnecessary conflicts.
As Shenlong finally approached the gates of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, he could see hundreds of other hopefuls gathered outside, all waiting to take the entrance exam. They came from all walks of life—nobles, commoners, and even rogue cultivators looking to prove themselves. The sect only admitted a handful of students each year, and competition was fierce.
A large stone archway stood at the entrance, with the words "Heavenly Dragon Sect" carved into the stone in bold, majestic script. Two imposing guards flanked the gate, both high-level cultivators whose auras alone sent shivers down Shenlong's spine.
"This is it," he thought, steeling himself. "No turning back now."
Just as Shenlong was about to step forward, a group of cultivators wearing ornate robes emblazoned with the crest of a noble family pushed past him. Their leader, a tall, arrogant-looking youth with a sneer on his face, glanced at Shenlong with disdain.
"Out of my way, trash," the youth spat, shoving Shenlong aside as if he were nothing.
The old fire of humiliation flared up in Shenlong's chest, but he forced himself to remain calm. This wasn't the Qin Clan anymore. He had no time to waste on petty squabbles. He was here for one purpose—to prove his worth.
"Soon enough," Shenlong muttered under his breath, "you'll see who the real trash is."