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Nevertheless, Wuxan was confused about one part, asking, "I understand why you would want them to help with that. However, is there really a need for such a thing? Even if they didn't join, you still had the rest of us. First of all, they're only in the Initial Stage of the Soul Transformation Realm. Cynthia and I are in the Peak and Late Stages. We have a lot more chances of winning something."

Cynthia and Jusis nodded in agreement. They also thought that there wasn't much point in having Rean and Roan participating in the assembly as their cultivation was too low. In fact, the only one who could possibly try something was Kayla, who was in the Saint Realm.

However, Kayla only laughed out loud after hearing Wuxan's question. "Hahaha! Indeed, that would be the case in normal circumstances. However, you seem to have forgotten that the themes of the assembly change every hundred years as well. I just so happen to have gotten my hands on this year's distribution rules." Kayla then took another jade slip and passed it to the elders.

Cynthia and the others immediately noticed that it was different from the ones used by the Royal Family. Obviously, it wasn't the Royal Family's representative who gave Kayla that. Following that, they examined the contents of that jade slip. "I see...to think that this year has an age limit on the participants."

Kayla nodded in response, telling them, "Yes. However, it isn't that unexpected. After all, it has been seven hundred years since the last age restriction. I knew that they would use this kind of approach in this distribution or probably in the next two at most. It just so happened that the theme was used now."

Cynthia couldn't help but say after hearing that, "But doesn't that mean that all of us will be barred from participating? All the elders will only be able to watch."

Kayla nodded, saying, "I felt quite depressed because of that as well. The age limit this year is fifty years old. If you don't count Rean and Roan, our strongest disciple under the age of fifty is Wamil, who has just entered the Middle Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. Compared to the geniuses of the other powers, we truly deserve the title of one of the weakest sects in Cosec City."

Cynthia, Jusis, and Wuxan nodded their heads. It would be extremely hard for Wamil to achieve anything with his cultivation. It wasn't that it was low. In fact, it was pretty above average, and the sect had good hopes for him in the future. However, compared to the others, he was still severely lacking.

Kayla then added, "Of course, I will send the maximum number of participants allowed in the competition, ten. Fortunately, the other seven are all at the Initial Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. Maybe we'll become super lucky the same way we were five hundred years ago and get a vein again." Obviously, the other two would be Rean and Roan.

"Do you know what kind of competition will be used in this year's distribution?" Cynthia asked with interest.

However, Kayla shook her head as she said, "No. I was already lucky to get information about the age restriction. I doubt even the top three sects and the organization branches for the side occupations know what the contents will be. We will need to wait until the day arrives."

Wuxan narrowed his eyes after hearing that. "It could very well be a battle, or it could be related to side occupations."

Cynthia shrugged her shoulders as she replied, "Well, Rean is a Silver Middle-level Formation Master and Blacksmith, while Roan is a Silver Middle-level Alchemist. That's already quite high for their age."

"By the way, when will the assembly start?" Jusis asked after that, curious.

Kayla smiled in response, saying, "Two weeks. In two weeks, we need to convince the twins to help our sect in the assembly."

Immediately, everyone looked at Cynthia as she continued, "With that being said, we leave it in your hands."

Cynthia bitterly smiled in response. It was already a very good thing that they accepted to enter the sect. Now, she had to ask for more favors. How hard would that be? 'Well, I can only give it a try and see if there is a way to convince them.'

In the Alchemist Hall...

"Is that so? Alright, we will participate under the sect's name," Roan said as he studied the alchemy books.

Cynthia froze for a moment, seeing how easily Roan accepted her request. "Err...aren't you going to ask for some payment or anything like that? After all, the Sect Master insisted on having you become disciples exactly for that."

Roan shook his head as he explained, "There's no need. I'm curious about the level of the geniuses of this part of the Realm of Gods. This assembly and its rules just so happen to fit my necessities." Roan then coldly smiled as he radiated a hint of killing intent. "Besides, it's good to have some replacements for the bandits that we didn't find."

Cynthia felt a chill on her back when she heard that. For some reason, she felt like a lamb in front of a tiger. However, she quickly calmed down right after. "Great! I don't want you to work for the sect without any reward, though. Let's do it like this. If you're able to gain another low-level vein for the sect, we will pay you three hundred Divine Stones."

Don't look down on that value. For the Lukimira Sect, that was already a huge amount. They would never give up so many stones for any other reason other than the vein. "I know three hundred isn't even close to the value of the vein, but our sect can't really pay much more than that."

Roan shook his head, saying, "Don't worry. I'm doing it for the opportunity, not for the Divine Stones." Roan also wanted to say that Rean could definitely make that amount once he started selling his forged equipment. However, it was better to not mention that for the time being.

Cynthia then turned around after that, telling Roan, "I'll go tell Rean as well."

Roan nodded in response, not stopping her. Of course, he already contacted Rean through the Soul Connection to tell him about the news. It's just that Cynthia didn't know about the twins' ability, so they had to pretend to not be able to communicate from far away.

Obviously, Rean agreed. "Sure thing. I'm looking forward to it."