World's Strongest Martial Warrior

In Canglan Sacred City, private brawls were strictly prohibited. Had Peter Parker not intervened, Mo Fan might have acted rashly and risked expulsion from the city before even having the chance to participate in the examination.    

It was clear to Mo Fan that Jin Xiao had deliberately come to provoke him, likely with ulterior motives in mind. "Jin Xiao, don't bother trying to provoke me. I'm not falling for your tricks," he declared, giving Jin Xiao a dismissive, icy glance.    

As long as he refrained from initiating any attacks, the Jin Family wouldn't dare touch him within the confines of Canglan Sacred City. He would bide his time until he had successfully passed the Canglan Sacred Clan's test.    

"Humph, Mo Fan, you got lucky this time. But don't think you can just waltz into the Canglan Sacred Sect," Jin Xiao sneered, his scheme exposed. Casting a spiteful look at Peter Parker, he turned on his heel and stormed off.    

"Big Brother Peter Parker, I'm sorry. I'm afraid my troubles might affect you. Your intervention has thwarted Jin Xiao's plan, and I worry the Jin Family won't let this slide," Mo Fan said, watching Jin Xiao's retreating figure with a hint of concern.    

Peter Parker offered a slight, unconcerned smile. "It's fine, it's not a big deal," he reassured Mo Fan.    

To Peter Parker, the Jin Clan that Mo Fan spoke of was a minor player, led by a Divine King but hardly a significant force in the grand scheme of the Canglan Universe. For him, dealing with the Jin Family would be as easy as lifting a finger.    

Suddenly, amidst their conversation, the air above the square vibrated with two intense spatial disturbances. Moments later, two figures emerged from the void.    

To the left stood a middle-aged man, his stature commanding in an elegant brocade robe. To the right was an elderly man with snow-white hair yet a surprisingly youthful face. Both radiated immense power, their presence signaling that they were experts of the Divine King Realm or higher.    

"Big Brother Peter Parker, the middle-aged man in the brocade robe is Cang Tiankui, the city lord of Canglan Holy City. The white-haired gentleman to the right is Cang Wuhui, the elder of the Canglan Sacred Sect. Both are esteemed experts within the Divine Master Realm!" Mo Fan whispered to Peter Parker, his face alight with reverence as he gazed at the two figures hovering above.    

Ruler-level experts were a rarity in the Canglan Universe, venerated by legions for their unparalleled prowess.    

Peter Parker gave a subtle nod, his expression unaltered.    

Having bested a peak Sovereign realm adversary such as the master of the Canglan Saint Sect, these early Sovereign realm experts hardly posed a concern to him.    

Yet, the auras emanating from these two were distinctly foreign, a sign they weren't previously encountered experts from the Navy Tide Sacred Clan. This realization spared Peter a considerable headache.    

Indeed, this was a testament to the might of the Canglan Sacred Clan.    

In the past, Peter had vanquished several Chief Sovereigns from the Navy Tide Sacred Clan. Subsequently, their patriarch descended with a dozen more Chief Sovereigns in tow. Factoring in these two, the Navy Tide Sacred Clan's Chief Sovereign count now surpassed fifteen!    

Such formidable strength could likely rival that of the Immortal Shattering Universe's Chaos Origin Sword Sect.    

The arrival of the two Navy Tide Sacred Sect Chief Realm titans hushed the once bustling plaza. All eyes converged on them, the crowd silently anticipating the commencement of the assembly.    

"Today marks the annual recruitment assembly of our Navy Tide Sacred Sect. We shall begin with the first round of the New Recruitment Meeting—the talent test," announced Cang Wuhui, his voice carrying across the square. "Traditionally, the Talent Test spans one to nine stars. Only those with a talent of five stars or higher will advance past this initial round."    

"Furthermore," he continued, "achieving a talent of eight or nine stars grants immediate discipleship within the Navy Tide Sacred Clan."    

With a sweeping gaze, Elder Cang Wuhui's words echoed, setting the stage for the day's events.    

As he gestured, a colossal treasure, shaped like a mirror and towering a hundred meters high, descended majestically into the plaza's center.    

Peter Parker surveyed the unfolding scene and couldn't resist an eye roll. It appeared that the Canglan Sacred Sect's recruitment event was resorting to the same antiquated tactics as the other major factions.    

Chin in hand, Peter mused over the potential number of talent stars he might receive. A high talent score could mean immediate entry into the Cang Lan Saint Sect, but it would also likely draw the higher-ups' scrutiny. Caution would be necessary.    

"Zhang He, four stars of talent, no pass."    

"Zhao Liang, six stars of talent, pass."    

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Lost in thought, Peter was brought back to reality as the talent assessment for the Cang Lan Saint Sect's recruitment commenced. Young men and women approached the mirror at the plaza's heart in a disciplined queue, each completing the first test phase.    

Joy lit up the faces of those who passed, while others stared at their talent stars in bewilderment.    

"Mo Fan, does the Canglan Sacred Sect impose an age limit for accepting disciples?" Peter inquired, his gaze lingering on each candidate. A flicker of amusement crossed his face when he spotted a burly middle-aged man joining the recruitment—a sight to behold indeed.    

"The Navy Tide Sacred Sect values talent and potential above all; age is not a factor," Mo Fan replied quietly. "However, those with exceptional talent usually apply to the Navy Tide Sacred Sect early in their lives. It's rare for older individuals to participate. Such latecomers are often independent rogue cultivators without any sect affiliation, hoping for a stroke of luck."    

He added, "Besides, the older one is, the less potential they tend to have. Even if they manage to clear the talent assessment, the subsequent exams are another hurdle altogether."    

Peter nodded, his smile broadening. "Looks like it's our turn. Let's join the queue for the test."    

Without any further hesitation, the two promptly joined the queue for the Talent Test.    

It must be acknowledged that the Canglan Sacred Clan's criteria for their innate talent test were exceptionally stringent. Nearly half of the aspirants who came to take the test didn't even achieve a five-star rating and were summarily dismissed.    

Those who managed to pass were predominantly rated at five or six stars. The occurrence of a seven-star talent was exceedingly uncommon, and finding someone with eight or nine stars was virtually unheard of.    

"How exactly is talent graded within the Navy Tide Sacred Clan? Is there really no one with eight-star talent?" Peter Parker observed the unfolding scene, a flicker of curiosity crossing his features.    

"The Cang Lan Saint Sect assesses talent rigorously. Possessing seven-star talent indicates potential to ascend to the Divine King Realm; eight stars suggest the capacity to reach the Sovereign Realm. Nine stars of talent, on the other hand, signifies the ability to exceed the Sovereign Realm—it's considered a legendary talent," Mo Fan explained at a measured pace. "From what I've gathered, since the inception of the Canglan Sacred Clan, the number of disciples with Nine Stars Innate Talent has been exceedingly few, barely enough to count on one hand."    

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