My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

As Elder Qin Yue spoke, he led Meng Chuan and the other seven through a white jade archway.

Before long, their view suddenly opened up.

Individual cave dwellings are built against the mountain and scattered among the foothills of the surrounding hundreds of miles.

Each cave dwelling occupies a spiritual vein node, where the spiritual energy is so dense that it almost solidifies, forming a milky white vortex of spiritual mist above the cave dwelling.

The cave dwellings vary in style—some are like swords stuck in the mountain wall, some are like lotus flowers blooming beside a stream, and some are simply small mountain peaks suspended in the air, tethered to the main peak by thick iron chains, swaying gently in the wind.

Elder Qin Yue pointed his whisk, and seven streams of light fell into the hands of seven people, transforming into palm-sized cyan tokens. The front was engraved with the words "Lone Goose," and the back had a number.

"These are your identity tokens, and also the keys to the cave."

Elder Qin Yue said, "The token number corresponds to the location of your cave dwelling. Go find it yourselves."

He paused, then continued, "The cultivation environment inside the cave dwellings of newly initiated outer disciples is much better than that of other outer disciples, because they have accumulated exceptionally rich spiritual energy over the years due to their long periods of inactivity."

Finally, his gaze swept over the seven people, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable weight:

"There are only three rules for the outer sect."

"First, no one may trespass into the inner area. Violators will be expelled from the Holy Land."

"Secondly, killing is prohibited within the Holy Land. Violators will be killed on the spot."

"third--"

He paused, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Within the outer sect, there are no masters to oversee your daily affairs. If there are any disputes, resolve them yourselves. As long as no one dies, no one will interfere."

After saying this, he flicked his whisk and his figure transformed into a streak of green light, disappearing from the spot, leaving the seven people looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Solve it yourself... what do you mean?"

Xiong Batian scratched his head, looking somewhat bewildered.

Li Qinglian frowned, remained silent, but tightened her grip on the sword slightly.

Gu Chen stroked his beard, squinted his eyes, and smiled, as if he had guessed something.

The woman in black remained expressionless, merely glancing indifferently at the token in her hand before turning to find her cave dwelling.

However, she stopped in her tracks as soon as she turned around.

Because a row of people had already formed on the road ahead.

Seven.

No more, no less, exactly seven.

The leader was a young man wearing a dark red robe, with a handsome face but an air of arrogance in his eyes.

He crossed his arms, leaned against a stone tablet, a half-smile playing on his lips, and his gaze swept unabashedly over the seven people.

Behind him stood six people, both men and women, dressed in different clothes, but each of them exuded a deep aura, clearly none of them were easy to deal with.

"Oh, so the new recruits have arrived?"

The young man in the red robe spoke lazily, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery, "Not easy, huh? Out of over 1,200 people, you seven got us through?"

The men behind him let out a low chuckle, their eyes filled with scrutiny and mockery.

Li Qinglian frowned slightly, stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Li Qinglian. May I ask who you are?"

"Me?" The young man in red robes raised an eyebrow and pointed to himself. "My name is Zhuyou, an outer disciple. I arrived several thousand years earlier than you."

As he spoke, he straightened up from the stone tablet, slowly walked to the seven people, and scanned their faces one by one before finally stopping on Meng Chuan, looking him up and down.

"So you're the one who demonstrated the sword technique in the assessment using only one finger?"

Meng Chuan remained calm and did not speak.

Seeing his reaction, Zhu You didn't mind at all, and instead laughed: "That's interesting. But—"

He changed the subject, his tone becoming playful, "As a newcomer, you've just arrived at the Lonely Goose Holy Land, so you should know the rules."

"What are the rules?"

Xiong Batian asked in a deep, muffled voice.

A bald, burly man behind Zhu Jiuyou sneered and said, "Newcomers should give up the best cave dwellings to their senior brothers. This is an old rule of our outer sect."

Xiong Batian was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "Why?!"

"Why should we?" The bald, burly man grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Because we're the senior brothers, and you're the junior brothers. Because we've been here for thousands of years longer than you, and we know the rules here better. Because—"

He took a step forward, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted, causing the bluestone slabs beneath his feet to crack inch by inch!

"Our fists are bigger than yours!"

The aura swept out, causing Li Qinglian, Xiong Batian, and the others to slightly change their expressions.

A mid-level sage who has integrated the seven perfect laws!

Moreover, the powerful aura of those seven laws also revealed the aura of his inner world, giving people the feeling that he might complete the next transformation at any moment!

Once transformed, they will open up the "middle world," leap over the dragon gate, soar to the sky, and become a "superior saint"!

Meng Chuan's expression was solemn. In terms of the power of the laws alone, this person was probably not much weaker than him.

However, he was closer to becoming a "superior saint" than the other party.

Although he only integrated six laws, they were all top-tier laws!

Of the opponent's seven laws, at least three are ordinary laws.

He wanted to become a "superior saint" by fusing seven laws, but the other party needed to fuse eight!

Behind the bald, burly man, Zhu You and the other five also released their auras—

Six auras, each one no weaker than the bald giant!

Seven mid-level saints who have integrated the seven laws!

Li Qinglian's pupils contracted, and her grip on the sword tightened.

Although he was also a genius, having fused six laws, four of which were top-tier laws, he was not confident of victory against seven opponents who had fused seven laws.

Xiong Batian's expression also turned serious, and he gripped the battle axe on his shoulder tightly.

Gu Chen narrowed his eyes, his smile unchanged, but a glint of shrewdness flashed deep in his eyes.

The woman in black remained expressionless, but her hand had already quietly gripped the hilt of the dagger at her waist.

The other three who passed the test were already somewhat pale.

Only Meng Chuan maintained his calm expression, as if the people standing before him were not seven mid-level saints who had integrated seven laws, but seven roadside stones.

Zhu You was somewhat surprised by his reaction, raising an eyebrow: "Aren't you afraid?"

Meng Chuan looked at him and said calmly, "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of getting beaten up." Zhu You grinned. "To be honest, I don't want to bully you either. But rules are rules. Newcomers always have to pay their dues. Each of you seven, take out a treasure of the Innate Supreme level, or an equivalent amount of divine crystals, and this matter will be over. From now on, we'll protect you in the outer sect."

"What if we don't take it?" Meng Chuan asked.

Zhu You's smile deepened: "If you don't take it, then we'll have to settle things with our fists."

As soon as he finished speaking, the six people behind him took a step forward in unison. The seven auras intertwined, forming a powerful sense of oppression that pressed down on the seven people!

Li Qinglian's face darkened, and he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, about to draw it—

A hand pressed down on his shoulder.

He turned around and saw Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan shook his head at him, then walked past him to the front of the group, facing the seven members of the Zhuyou group.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, as if the oppressive atmosphere in front of him had no effect on him.

"I don't agree with the rules you've set."

He spoke calmly, "Might makes right—I agree with that. But the problem is—"

He looked up at Zhu You, his gaze calm as still water:

"Are your fists really big enough?"