3: Chapter 3 has been discovered!

Dawan Town was bustling with activity during the day.

Shops lined both sides of the street, with fruit and vegetable stalls, jewelry shops, and noodle stands arranged along the way, while the passing crowds were shoulder to shoulder.

You moved forward cautiously while keeping an eye on the surroundings.

Every young boy and girl in the city who wanted to become a Cultivator would head to the central square in the east of the city to gather.

A familiar shout suddenly erupted from not far behind you.

"There she is! That's the runaway Second Young Miss of the Qi Residence! Catch her, bring her back to the Qi Residence dead or alive!"

Your spine stiffened suddenly, and you glanced back.

Four servants dressed in the livery of the Qi Residence were pushing through the crowd and running towards you.

The murder case at the Lin Residence was exposed last night, and the Qi Residence had determined that you were the culprit.

Matriarch Wang Feihua was furious and sent out dozens of servants overnight to search for your trail in various towns.

Unfortunately, you had run right into a search party.

The surrounding passersby were startled by the servants' urgent commotion and stopped to make way.

The encirclement was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The leading servant had a ferocious look on his face:

"Stop resisting! Come back with us obediently, and the Matriarch might still spare your life. If you insist on running, we'll break your legs!"

You knew that if you fell into the hands of the Qi Residence, your fate would only be more miserable than in your previous life.

Without time to think, you turned and dove into the crowded flow of people, using the passersby as cover as you sprinted desperately towards the square in the east of the city.

The four servants behind you pursued relentlessly, running and shouting to capture the fugitive.

Passersby along the way didn't know the reason, so they subconsciously stepped aside, inadvertently leaving a clear path for the pursuers.

Having been mistreated in the Qi Residence since you were young, your physical stamina was already weak.

After sprinting for a while, your breathing became ragged, and your chest felt tight.

Due to your Innate Charm Body, your blood surged under the intense running, and that unique, subtle fragrance wafted out uncontrollably.

Passersby who occasionally brushed past you would subconsciously stop and gaze blankly at your retreating figure.

You turned into a narrow alley and went through a small path behind the walls of some residential houses.

In just the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the outline of the square in the east of the city finally appeared before your eyes.

By now, the square was already packed with people.

Hundreds of young boys and girls were gathered here, wearing clothes ranging from rags to riches. Everyone had a longing for Cultivation in their eyes, and they huddled in groups of three or five to discuss the recruitment rules of the various Sects.

Standing at the edge of the square were several Cultivators wearing Daoist robes, their sleeves flowing, with a faint pressure of Spiritual Qi surrounding them.

These were the immortal masters from the various major Sects who had come to select Disciples.

Your heart leaped with joy, and using your last ounce of strength, you dove into the dense crowd of aspiring Disciples.

Surrounded by peers on all sides, your figure was instantly completely submerged.

The four servants who followed closely behind rushed to the entrance of the square and were about to break into the crowd to search, but were stopped by the Sect-guarding Cultivator stationed on the outer edge of the square.

The Cultivator's expression was cold, and with a slight movement of Spiritual Qi around his body, his pressure radiated outward.

The four servants' legs went weak involuntarily.

"This is a vital site for the Immortal Sect selection. Common servants who intrude at will are, according to the rules, to be beaten and expelled."

The servant looked terrified, yet unwilling to give up just like that, he gathered his courage to explain:

"Immortal Master, we are only trying to capture a maid who fled from our household; we did not intend to cause trouble."

"Inside the square are all potential Disciples waiting to be selected. Searching for people without proof is a violation of the Immortal Sect's laws. Either wait outside or leave immediately."

The four servants looked at each other. Looking at the densely packed, boundless crowd, finding someone who was deliberately disguising themselves would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Fearing the Cultivator's Spell punishment, they could only resentfully guard the entrance and exit of the square, their eyes constantly scanning the passing crowd, hoping that you would walk out of the square on your own.

Hiding in the crowd, relying on the cover of several farm boys in front of you, you slowly calmed your rapid breathing, raised your hand to wipe the cold sweat from your forehead, and felt lingering fear.

Just a moment ago, you were almost back in the clutches of the Qi Residence.

You quietly wiped away the charcoal dust disguising your face.

After being washed by sweat, your beautiful appearance was slowly revealed.

Several boys nearby turned their heads unintentionally, their gazes falling on your face. They simultaneously stopped talking, their eyes glazed over, their ears unconsciously turning a faint red, and they subconsciously leaned a little closer to your side.

The influence of your Innate Charm Body was manifesting at every moment.

Even though you tried to restrain it, your outstanding aura was still hard to hide.

The sun slowly climbed to the center of the sky, and the various Sects began to check the Disciples' Spiritual Roots one after another.

Long lines had formed early in front of the Righteous Path Sects like the Aotian Sect and the Qingyun Sect.

Only the Hehuan Sect's booth had very few Disciples.

Righteous Path Cultivators had always despised the Hehuan Sect's Dual Cultivation Cultivation Technique and widely spread rumors that the Hehuan Sect's Disciples acted eccentrically.

Many parents held back their children, forbidding them from going to register at the Hehuan Sect.

This also caused the area in front of the Hehuan Sect's booth to be deserted.

Sun Wuping, dressed in gray cloth Daoist robes with a calm expression, was leaning idly against the Hehuan Sect's table, his gaze slowly scanning the passing crowd.

He looked careless, but his gaze was actually sharp, able to see through the quality of a Cultivator's Spiritual Root at a glance.

Just as you were planning to push through the crowd to head to the Hehuan Sect's registration point, a commotion suddenly erupted in the front row of the square.

A group of servants surrounded a young girl in brocade clothes and fine garments as she walked slowly over.

The young girl had an arrogant look in her eyes, and her silk clothing and accessories were dripping with jewels.

It was the famous Princess Anning Mu Miaomiao of Dawan City.

She had joined the Aotian Sect, the number one Sect of the Righteous Path, and had come along with her Sect to observe the recruitment.

Princess Anning Mu Miaomiao had been pampered since childhood and had an overbearing personality.

When passing by the crowd, she caught a glimpse of you, whose appearance was transcendent, mixed in among the Disciples.

Your charming aura was completely different from that of ordinary sheltered young ladies, which aroused her jealousy.

She stopped, raised her hand, and pointed in your direction.

Her personal maid immediately stepped forward and rudely pushed aside the young boys who were blocking the way to register as Disciples.

"Where did this wild girl come from, mixing in at the Immortal Sect selection grounds? You reek of vixen-like charm; one look and it's clear you are a person with improper motives. You are not worthy of waiting here to be accepted as a Disciple."

Princess Anning Mu Miaomiao walked slowly to your front, looked you up and down with a condescending air, her eyes full of contempt:

"I think you're just trying to rely on your looks to attach yourself to an Immortal Sect Cultivator."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand to slap you across the cheek.