"Has Brother Lu opened his spirit orifices?" Yu Xiaodie asked.
"What makes you say that?" Lu Ye countered without answering.
Yu Xiaodie pointed at the storage bag on Lu Ye's waist.
Lu Ye understood and nodded, saying, "Indeed." Then he asked, "What about you?"
Yu Xiaodie raised her hand, and a faint glow emanated from her palm.
Clearly, she had also opened her spirit orifices, but Lu Ye didn't know how many. It wasn't appropriate to ask, as they weren't very familiar with each other.
Since both were cultivators who had opened their spirit orifices, they had a lot in common. Despite the nearly thousand people gathered here, very few had opened their orifices, and those who had were all of very low cultivation.
Those with some cultivation had long been absorbed by the Evil Moon Valley and became its disciples. Their fate was predictable.
Yu Xiaodie lowered her voice and said, "Tomorrow's opportunity is extremely important; you mustn't miss it. If Brother Lu has any special talents, you should display them freely. This concerns your future."
She seemed to know something.
Lu Ye replied, "Understood."
To be honest, he didn't have any special talents, just a talent tree that no one else could see. He definitely couldn't show that.
Standing among a group of women wasn't ideal, so after a few more words with Yu Xiaodie, Lu Ye bid farewell and left.
There were many slaves gathered here, and the area they could move around in was limited. Lu Ye looked around and walked straight to a corner.
The Liu brothers were hiding behind the crowd, trembling. Seeing Lu Ye approach, their faces turned pale.
When Lu Ye stood in front of them, their expressions became even more fearful.
"What... What do you want?" Liu Lao Da shouted, his voice trembling. He kept glancing at the direction of the fat cultivator, as if seeking help.
In response, a fist loomed in front of him. With one punch, Liu Lao Da's nose was broken, and he fell to the ground. Lu Ye then kicked Liu Lao Er in the stomach and grabbed his hair before he could fall: "Don't you recognize me?"
Liu Lao Er's face was full of pain, and stars danced before his eyes. He couldn't even speak.
Lu Ye snorted coldly, tightened his grip, and threw Liu Lao Er to the ground, making him eat dirt and lose two teeth.
Taking the Liu brothers' place, Lu Ye sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.
He had one spirit orifice full but couldn't find the position to open the second one. It wouldn't be wise to continue cultivating, as it would waste the Blood Qi Pill.
By evening, people from the Vast Heaven Alliance came to distribute food and bedding. Everyone received some, but Lu Ye wasn't full. Fortunately, Zhou Cheng's storage bag had some food, so he took it out and ate heartily.
The others watched, their mouths watering, but no one dared to approach.
Since Lu Ye had disciplined the Liu brothers, he had claimed a large area, saving him a lot of trouble.
After refining essence into qi, his appetite grew day by day. He could enjoy even dried beast meat.
The night passed quietly. The next day, Lu Ye was energetic, waiting for the so-called opportunity.
After breakfast, more than ten cultivators in different attire came to the group. The leader was a middle-aged man who stood with his hands behind his back, scanning the crowd with a slight smile: "You young people come from different sects and families, and you've suffered a lot being enslaved here. But those days are over. The Vast Heaven Alliance's various sects are widely recruiting talented individuals. Those among you who have opened their spirit orifices or have cultivation talents will have the chance to join the sects. Seize this opportunity, and perhaps in the future, we can fight side by side to slay demons and eliminate evil."
After speaking, he gently waved his hand.
The ten cultivators behind him stepped forward. The first one gestured: "You people, follow me."
With this gesture, a surge of spiritual power enveloped about a hundred people.
After the group came out, the cultivator led them to one side.
The second person did the same...
There were about a thousand slaves, just enough for the ten cultivators to divide.
Since Lu Ye was at the back, he was taken by the last cultivator.
After walking a short distance, they arrived at a place where cultivators in the same attire maintained order, making everyone form a line.
Lu Ye was in the middle of the line. Looking around, he saw that the slaves who had been led out earlier were in similar situations.
He understood that they were about to undergo some tests to see if any of the slaves had opened their spirit orifices and were suitable for cultivation.
From the middle-aged man's words, those who had opened their spirit orifices would have a significant advantage.
As for those who hadn't opened their orifices and had no cultivation talent, they would likely be overlooked.
After the line was formed, the cultivator who led them took out a table and sat behind it, saying, "Let's begin."
The first slave was gestured to come forward.
The cultivator asked, "Have you opened your spirit orifices?"
The slave shook his head, "No!"
"Hmm." The cultivator pushed a crystal ball toward him and instructed, "Place both hands on it."
The slave did as told, but the crystal ball showed no reaction.
The cultivator behind the table shook his head, "No cultivation potential, next!"
The slave looked dejected and pleaded, "I wasn't ready, let me try again."
"Next!" The cultivator waved his sleeve, and the slave was swept to the side, falling to the ground.
This scene made all the slaves still in line feel anxious, knowing that their fate depended on the crystal ball. They all braced themselves.
One by one, the slaves came forward, and none had cultivation potential.
Until the thirteenth person placed their hands on the crystal ball, which suddenly glowed with a faint blue light.
"Finally, one!" The cultivator behind the table smiled and looked at the slave, "Name?"
The slave, flushed with excitement, answered truthfully.
The cultivator took out a jade token, infused it with spiritual power, and soon the slave's name appeared on one side of the token.
Handing the token to him, the cultivator instructed, "Keep it carefully; you'll need it later. Now go to that tent and find my Third Senior Brother to test your talents."
"Yes, thank you, sir." The slave held the token as if it were the most precious treasure, and ran to the back, where a simple tent stood.