High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

At 1:30 p.m., the talent test continued as usual after a short lunch break.

As the broadcast began, it was finally the turn of this group of eligible young people from Qingzhou District.

One hundred and twenty-one people lined up in a long queue and walked onto the testing platform one by one.

However, reality was far crueler than imagined. As the instruments repeatedly flashed red lights indicating "failure," the team, which had initially been filled with excitement and anticipation, was gradually enveloped by a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

It wasn't until after 5 p.m. that all the people in Qingzhou District had finished being tested.

Out of 121 people, only six barely reached the passing score of over 60 in both sections. Moreover, these six people all scored around 61 or 62, which were barely passing marks.

As for whether these six people can ultimately be retained and trained by the Qingzhou District Branch, it depends on whether the Municipal Bureau can find them suitable.

However, according to past practice, the municipal bureau would definitely not be satisfied with such a barely passing grade, and it would most likely be passed back to Qingzhou District like a football.

At this moment, the Qingzhou District camp in the rest area of ​​the venue was filled with an undeniable sense of loss and deathly silence.

In fact, most of the young people selected by various families and district bureaus to participate in the city's tests today showed some extraordinary talent when they were young. For example, some people have a weak constitution and often saw blurry wandering spirits on the roadside when they were young; others are sensitive to yin energy and will inexplicably get a fever when they are near cemeteries.

The elders in their families had long instilled in them the concept that "this world has extraordinary powers," making them believe that they were the "chosen ones," one in a million. Although everyone knew that even if they passed the test, they were not guaranteed to become official agents of the Night Division, it was still a ticket to another magical world.

But now, the cold, hard scores have completely shattered their dreams of being the main characters. It turns out that most of them are, in the end, just ordinary people.

Among this group of dejected people, Xie Yiming's face was particularly unpleasant, even pale.

He gripped the newly printed report card tightly in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly.

Spiritual Power Perception: 52 points

Physical fitness test: 51 points

Mental strength: 34 points

Absolutely terrible! He didn't even touch the passing mark! Especially his mental strength, which was the most crucial element, was a score of just over thirty, placing him near the bottom of the entire exam hall. Recalling his arrogant boasting to his friends on the bus that morning, Xie Yiming felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped hard across the face in public, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

On the other side, in stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere, Shen Chang'an and his group stood in the corner of the rest area.

Shen Chang'an stood with Xie He and Li Xiwan, facing the four boys and two girls. These six were the only six lucky ones from Qingzhou District who barely passed the line today.

The six young people were flushed red with excitement, unsure of what to do with their hands, their eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

Shen Chang'an looked at them and spoke.

"Don't get too excited yet."

Shen Chang'an's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the six overly excited young people.

"The passing grade you have is merely a ticket. It only proves that you are qualified to open this door, not that you have already established yourself in this cruel world."

He looked around at the six of them and announced in a serious tone, "Starting tomorrow, for the next three months, you will all be required to live in the underground closed dormitory of the Town Night Division branch and undergo round-the-clock intensive training!"

"These three months are a trial period, and also a period of elimination. Within these three months, you must successfully guide Qi into your bodies, step into the gate of cultivation, and become a true first-level apprentice lamplighter! Furthermore, you must pass the subsequent rigorous practical assessment!"

Shen Chang'an paused, his tone icy: "Three months from now, anyone who fails to cross that threshold, or fails the practical assessment, regardless of which family you're backed by, is to pack up and get out of here. Go back to where you came from. Understand?"

"I understand!"

The six young people were intimidated by Shen Chang'an's aura and subconsciously straightened their backs and responded loudly. Although they were nervous, their eyes were also filled with fighting spirit.

Shen Chang'an nodded in satisfaction, his tone softening slightly: "Alright, I won't detain you tonight. Take the bus back later. Those who need to tell their parents and elders the good news, and those who need to pack their luggage, pack your luggage. Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, bring your personal belongings and report to the Qingzhou branch on time."

"Yes, sir!"

After explaining the next steps, Shen Chang'an turned to look at the time on the big screen.

It was already 6:15 PM.

"Phew... What a day of running around, it's finally over."

Shen Chang'an let out a long sigh, rubbed his slightly sore neck, and turned to Xie He beside him, saying, "Go and tell everyone to assemble. Count the number of people and get ready to board the bus for the return trip."

At 7:30 p.m., the bus convoy slowly drove into the gate of the Qingzhou District Zhenyesi branch under the cover of darkness.

After dismissing the young masters and ladies who were still feeling disappointed, Xie He stayed behind to organize the six promising students who had passed the initial screening to register their temporary identities, while Li Xiwan went to familiarize herself with the dormitory.

Shen Chang'an dragged his slightly tired body back to his office in the elevator, plopped down in the comfortable ergonomic chair, and was just about to pour himself a glass of water.

"Beep beep beep—!"

A piercing red alarm suddenly sounded on the tactical terminal on his wrist.

Shen Chang'an frowned slightly, tapped the screen, and saw a cross-regional dispatch order from the Municipal Bureau's United Front Work Center, stamped with a bright red "Extremely Urgent" seal.

For Shen Chang'an, such cross-regional dispatch orders were commonplace.

Normally, if a serious incident involving high-level monsters or demons occurs in a subordinate district or county, and the city bureau's special forces are unable to arrive immediately due to distance or other commitments, the city bureau's command center will issue a dispatch order to nearby defense zones, sending skilled personnel across districts for emergency support. After all, lives are at stake, and monsters won't wait for your slow, drawn-out calls for reinforcements.

Shen Chang'an quickly glanced at the mission briefing and pressed the "Receive and execute immediately" button without hesitation.

He sprang up from his chair, grabbed the car keys from the table, and rushed toward the underground garage.

With a furious roar of an engine, a motorcycle tore through the night and sped out of the branch office gate.