Chapter 30
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Chapter 30: Dense Blue Fate, Rated B-upper
After realizing the girl wasn’t truly young but possibly someone who’d regained youth, Mu Lin stopped looking around carelessly.
The girl, clearly used to strange stares, didn’t press the issue. She snapped, “Begin the test.”
At her order, a crystal ball appeared. Under three pairs of eyes, Mu Lin pressed his palm to it.
*Hum!*
The moment they touched, a ripple burst from the crystal ball into Mu Lin’s dantian. Strange lights flickered across its surface.
Mu Lin relaxed when the display didn’t expose his Spiritual Roots—it merely shone according to their rank.
*Makes sense. Spiritual Roots are private. The Taoist Palace trains Qi Practitioners to fight evil spirits, not pick fights with students. They’d never cross that line.*
As he thought this, the crystal ball’s light shifted—white to yellow, then settling on blue…
This showed both his Spiritual Roots’ rank and his fortune’s color.
Purple ruled supreme in legend, said to accompany sages with three thousand miles of purple air. Gold followed, then red, then blue.
Mu Lin’s fortune stopped at blue. Though thick and swirling, it stayed stubbornly blue. Worse, threads of gray-white and streaks of bluish-black tainted it, reeking of ill omen.
His fists tightened.
“Only blue?”
Mu Lin scowled. The old man in the room also looked startled—but for different reasons.
“Dense blue—a top-tier Earth-level fate! Yet so much bluish-black… Little one, got enemies? Curses?”
Before Mu Lin could speak, Teacher Ma cut in: “He bears the Yin Eight Sect’s inheritance.”
No further explanation was needed. The others immediately understood the bluish-black’s source.
Mu Lin stayed silent. The Yin Eight Sect’s legacy was indeed tainted. His Paper Folding Lineage methods tied him to the City of Heaven’s Funeral, a path ripe with corruption.
Seeing his silence, the old man frowned. “An obscure inheritance means we must lower—”
A sneer cut him off. Shockingly, it came from the ‘girl’ who’d earlier disliked Mu Lin.
“Lower ratings? Splendid idea! Since Qi Hong loves rules, let’s have the Taoist Palace recheck every student who uses external aids. Weed out the unworthy!”
The old man grimaced. “Miss Dongfang, I’m not targeting him. Obscure inheritances get lower ratings—it’s standard procedure.”
“So do external aids. That’s also procedure.”
The old man shut his mouth.
The ‘girl’ swept disdainful eyes over him and Teacher Ma. “Dense blue fate: B-upper. Objections?”
“None.”
“Then it’s settled.”
Thus, Mu Lin’s rating was set at B-upper.
After the assessment, Teacher Ma went back to the selection class alone, while Dongfang Ya led Mu Lin to the Formal Class.
Grateful for her support, Mu Lin clasped his hands and said, “Thank you.”
“Hmph. No need. You’re my student now. I won’t let anyone bully you.”
“But don’t expect special treatment. One good rating won’t protect you forever. Over the next three years, you’ll face countless tests. Fail any, and your rank drops.”
Mu Lin’s chest tightened at her words. The pride from his recent awakening vanished instantly.
“…I’ll stay vigilant, Teacher.”
“See that you do.”
As they spoke, they reached the new training ground.
Unlike regular classrooms, the Formal Class studied outdoors.
Their classroom was a lush valley nestled between misty peaks and a crystal-clear stream.
The moment Mu Lin stepped in, the air itself felt lighter. His lungs drank crisp, energizing breaths.
This was no illusion.
A Spirit Spring bubbled at the valley’s heart, its power thickening the spiritual energy until it hung like morning fog. Even an ordinary person would grow healthier here. For cultivators, it felt like bathing in purity.
“Perfect for cultivation,” Mu Lin murmured.
Students already present noticed the newcomer. While Dongfang Ya’s arrival drew no surprise, whispers broke out at the sight of Mu Lin.
“Mu Lin? Why’s he here?”
“Delivering origami artworks again?”
“We agreed we’d handle handing those to Yan Yunyu!”
“Is he still clinging to hope?!”
Everyone knew Mu Lin had Level 3 Spiritual Roots. Friends, clients, even the watching Yan Yunyu—none imagined he’d Achieve Awakening so soon.
To them, he remained the skilled paper craftsman. Admirable, but beneath Qi Practitioners who outranked even scholars. Here, cultivation trumped all.
That this “inferior” now stood among them stung like salt in wounds.
None took greater offense than Qi Xiu. The boy Mu Lin had humiliated before now grinned darkly.
“Too dumb to stay in your place?” he muttered. “Perfect. Let’s get you expelled for trespassing.”
Springing up, he addressed Dongfang Ya. “Teacher! This outsider keeps invading our training area! He’s disrupting our cultivation! Punish him!”
