The Immortal Born from Ashes

...

The cultivators came back.

Yeah — those guys from the demon thing.

Same robes. Same faces. Same annoying leader with his "I'm important" voice.

> "We are the great Crimson Moon Sect," he said, like anyone asked.

"We've come to recruit mortals. If you're lucky, you become a disciple. If not... congrats, you get to sweep floors."

The whole village was like, "Omg it's cultivators again!"

Even though last time they dipped like scared cats.

Parents dragged their kids out like:

> "Go make us proud or don't come back!"

The sect dudes pulled out that glowing stone again — the one that lights up if your roots are good.

People lined up.

First kid cried.

Second kid almost peed.

Third kid's rock didn't even glow.

Rip.

Then… it was Yun Wao's turn.

Dude looked like trash.

Didn't eat. Didn't sleep.

Looked like he lost a fight with a cow, then apologized to it.

He walked up with dead eyes.

Didn't say a word.

Stepped on the stone.

Blue light.

Mid-grade roots.

Not trash. Not genius. Just... average.

One of the sect guys shrugged and tossed him a stale bun.

> "Yeah, whatever. Next."

Yun Wao caught it.

Walked away.

Sat under a tree.

Didn't eat the bun.

Just stared at it.

> "Bro… how did my life end up like this?"

He used to live in a palace.

Now he was sitting in dirt, holding moldy bread like it was treasure.

And the worst part?

He passed.

Yeah…

He actually passed.

…

[End of Chapter 5]