As Lin Mao walked around, his sharp eyes caught an interesting detail.
The dress. He observed closely, noting the three unique types of the dress that the disciples were wearing.
One was a half-white, half-black hanfu; another was entirely black; and the last was a pure, snow-white attire.
"Hmm..." he muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
He glanced around, and he spotted two female disciples walking nearby, both engaged in conversation.
"Average looks... and average curves too," he said with a faint smirk. His eyes drifted back to their robes.
"I wonder what these different colors mean… Maybe rank? Or the paths they have chosen?"
He approached the two disciples with a calm demeanor. As soon as they noticed him, both stopped and immediately bowed.
"Senior Brother Lin Mao, Rui greets you," one of the girls said.
"Senior Brother Lin Mao, Xin Ah greets you," the other followed.
Lin Mao raised his hand, signaling for them to stop. "Forget the greetings," he said dismissively. "I am here on a mission from the master. I am going to take your test."
The two girls tensed at his words, exchanging worried glances.
"What... test?" Rui asked cautiously.
"Yes... why?" Xin Ah added, her voice a bit shaky.
Lin Mao's voice deepened. "I will be asking questions. And it starts now."
The tension in the air grew thick as the two girls stood, unsure of what was coming next.
Without giving them any chance to react, Lin Mao asked, "What do the dresses of disciples symbolize?"
Rui smiled, sensing that the question was easy. "It symbolizes their status within the sect," she said confidently,
Lin Mao nodded, then asked, "And what are these statuses?"
Xin Ah quickly answered, "The mixed black and white represents outer disciples, the pure black represents inner disciples, and the pure snow white represents the core disciples."
Lin Mao stared at them both menacingly. He could feel their nervousness, but he had to admit that they knew their basics well.
"What are the differences between these disciples?" he asked.
Rui, feeling more confident now, replied, "The outer disciples are studying under the name of the sect, but they are not considered true disciples of the sect. After spending a certain amount of time in the outer sect and studying, they can take an exam to enter the inner sect. If they pass, they will be hailed as inner disciples and will have the chance to study under the pavilion of the four elders."
Xin Ah joined in and added, "The core disciples, on the other hand, are directly under the four elders or the master of the Sky Moon Pavilion. They hold the highest status within the sect."
Lin Mao nodded. Hmm, so its like that.
"Good," he said. "You both pass. You have the potential to become masterful scholars."
The girls lit up in excitement, their eyes bright up. "Thank you, Brother Lin!" they said as they bowed deeply.
With a simple nod, Lin Mao turned and walked away. As he made his way down the path, his eyes fell on his own snow-white hanfu.
He chuckled softly to himself, admiring the fabric. "So, this is the perk of being a core disciple," he whispered proudly.
After wandering for a while, Lin Mao finally made his way back to his room in the Sky Moon Pavilion. Once inside, he closed the door behind him and entered his study room.
The room was simple, but it had everything he needed to start his journey as a Porn Author. He sat down, feeling both excited and anticipation.
He placed a blank sheet of paper in front of him and smiled, rubbing his hands together.
"Let's begin my journey as an erotic writer in this Chinese fantasy world."
He laughed quietly, before pulling out the feather quill that he got from the ink pot.
Now, with the quill in his hand, he thought for a moment.
What story should he copy? He had read so many books in his previous life, and now he had the chance to recreate them, perhaps with a bit of his own twist.
"Should I go with something classic?" His eyes drifted across the room as many ideas filled his mind.
"Or maybe something a little more... unique?"
With a smirk, he dipped the quill into the ink and hovered it over the blank page.
"I am a mage but with a MILF system," he said, grinning widely. "Let's start with this."
He began to write, pages after pages as his imagination took over. A world of magic, power, and strange encounters began to take shape in his story. His historical smart-pen moved swiftly, writing a tale that was soon gonna take over the porn industry in this ancient world.
After some hours, Lin Mao leaned back with a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he paused his writing.
"This was one of my favorites back on Earth," he said, shaking his head with a grin.
"The author was one of the most degenerate human beings I have ever seen. The bastard had me reading blackmail and taboo as if it was a normal thing to do."
He had never imagined that such stories, with their strange allure, would become a part of his own journey in this world.
"Well, now I am the one who controls the pen," he whispered, dipping his quill into the ink once again.