The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

The grey cloud under Xavier's feet approached the Spiritual Rune boundary. Rays of light shined from it, as if checking his identity. Moments later, a crack peeled open in the boundary.

Xavier directed the grey cloud in. The moment they entered, Ezra Zephyr and the rest immediately felt the world around them become fresher and clearer. Concentrated spiritual energy flowed into their bodies along with the air, wave after wave washing through their bodies.

"What a paradise." Theor could not help but praise. Training here would undoubtedly be amazing for one's cultivation.

The others curiously asked, "Is this the Spirit Devouring Mountain?"

"This is only the outer mountains of the sect." Xavier chuckled. "Only after you guys pass the peak selection ceremony will you be able to see the Spirit Devouring Mountain's true face.

Next, I'll bring you guys to the gathering point for the new disciples."

By the time his words faded, he had already driven the grey cloud past several towering mountains. Dozens of minutes later, their speed began to slow as an extremely magnificent mountain appeared within their sights.

At the waist of the mountain was a gigantic plaza. A seemingly endless stream of light figures were flying over from every direction and landing on the plaza, making it appear extremely busy.

When Xavier landed the green cloud on the plaza, a man in Spirit Devouring Mountain's robe approached and welcomed them with a smile. "You're finally here elder Xavier. Yours is already the last batch of new disciples."

"Can't help it, the Spirity Bailiwick lasted too long." Xavier waved his hand, before turning his head to look at the group behind him. "Ezra, follow me. The others wait here."

The martial masters of Bloodfang were worried but didn't say anything.

After finishing, he led the two of them towards a building at the back of the plaza.

"Who is in charge of this new batch of outer mountain disciples?" Along the way, Xavier asked the Spirit Devouring Mountain's disciple that had welcomed them earlier.

"Elder Yin from the Heavenly Rune Peak." Answered the disciple.

"Yin?" Xavier's brows furrowed slightly, but he did not say anything else.

They passed through the plaza, arrived before the building and pushed the doors open.

"Heheh, I was wondering who it was. So it's you old Xavier. Your efficiency is really not that good, you're the last to return this time."

Ezra Zephyr looked over, only to find that the one who had spoken was a thin middle-aged man. Though he was smiling, there was a feeling of evil intentions behind it.

Xavier retorted, "Want to try going to the Spirity Bailiwick?"

"How can anyone good come from such a remote place, what's the point in going." The man called Yin smiled in an insincere manner.

Xavier could not be bothered with him, pointing at Ezra Zephyr as he said, "This one is the new disciple from the Naran Continent. He needs one first-class disciple quota."

Yin shot a look at the two and frowned, a difficult look emerging on his face as he said. "Old Xavier, you returned too late. The number of new disciples this time has already exceeded the limit. There are not many first-class disciple quotas, and all have them have been reserved in advance."

Yin suggested with a wave of his hand, "How about I gave him the second-class disciple quota."

Xavier's cigar slammed into the table as he coldly snorted, "Don't give me that crap. Who doesn't know of your methods? Have you secretly exchanged away the first-class disciple quotas?"

Yin's thin face turned rather ugly. "What are you saying… why should I give this boy a first-class quota. His martial prowess is only at the 1st level Core Formation stage. He doesn't have the qualifications."

Xavier could not be bothered to reply. Instead, he retrieved the token from his pocket and tossed it to Yin.

Yin caught the token, his eyes widening slightly when he glanced at it and muttered in confusion, "How can a weak youngster like him earn the first rank in Spirity Bailiwick?"

This token indicated to the 1st ranker of Spirity Bailiwick that he could enter 1st class without any questions, this rule has been established since ancient times but never used because none of the previous 1st rankers had joined Spirit Devouring Mountain.

Yin's gaze flickered for a moment. He looked towards Ezra Zephyr and sincerely said, "Little fellow, I can give you a first-class disciple quota, but I should also let you know that the competition between the new disciples is extremely intense.

I feel that you may not be able to hold onto this quota with your 1st level strength, and will only become a target for the other disciples. Therefore, I feel that it will be most appropriate for you to take a second-class disciple quota first, and when your strength rises in the future, I will immediately upgrade you to first class. How does that sound?"

He was clearly intending for Ezra to voluntarily give up his first-class disciple quota.

The prince of werewolves merely chuckled upon hearing this. "Many thanks to senior for your consideration, however, I always welcomed trouble with open arms."

Yin's expression froze for a second, clearly surprised that the mere 1st-level of Core Formation stage practitioner would be so cocky.

There was some dudgeon on his face as he helplessly retrieved a booklet and registered Ezra Zephyr's information.

"Alright, you can go now. When the new disciples' assembly later and the classes are announced, you will know just how much trouble you brought upon yourself." Yin waved his hands to chase them off.

Xavier was clearly at loggerheads with the former. He immediately led the prince away.

Upon seeing their leaving figures, Yin threw the booklet onto the table as disdain rose from the corners of his mouth.

"Foolish kid, you don't know what's good for you and refuse to listen to my good advice. Since that is so, I'll be waiting to see how many days you will be able to hold on to that first-class disciple status…"