"At only twenty-four years old, she has already entered the Mahayana realm. She is also a master of refining. She can easily refine spiritual weapons. It is said that she is already trying to refine Immortal-grade weapons!"

"Oh?"

Ethan heard this and could not help but touch his chin, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile.

"So powerful?"

"Of course!" the man beside him said with excitement.

"But this third young lady of the Sky family has extremely high standards."

"In the past two days, five guest elders have already been recruited, yet not a single son-in-law has been decided. Not one!"

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Not one qualified?"

"That's right," the man sighed. "It's brutal."

"Oh?" Ethan's interest was piqued. "Then tell me—what exactly counts as qualified?"

"First of all," the man said, raising a finger, "he must be human."

Ethan almost laughed.

"That single requirement alone eliminated nearly two-thirds of Blue-Wave City."

"In a demon territory city, recruiting a son-in-law exclusively from the human race is indeed difficult," Ethan said calmly.

"Exactly," the man nodded.

"But demons are more suited to cultivation and slaughter. Weapon refining, formations, inscriptions—these things still rely on the human race."

"The Sky family is a weapon-refining lineage. Their core scriptures and inheritance cannot be passed to outsiders. Excluding demons is reasonable."

"It's just… hard to find the right person."

"Besides being human, what else?" Ethan asked.

"The minimum cultivation is Mahayana. After that, you enter the interview."

"Interview?" Ethan chuckled. "What kind of interview?"

"Simple," the man grinned. "They look at your face."

"The third young lady of the Sky family is a peerless genius. How could she marry a fool with a wooden head?"

"After the interview, there's the ring."

"There are ten people waiting on the ring."

"Five Mahayana cultivators. Five Supreme cultivators."

"If you're Mahayana, you fight the Mahayana group. If you're Supreme, you fight the Supreme group."

"Win, and you're qualified. Lose, and you're out."

Ethan nodded slowly.

Complicated.

But fair.

He had no interest in becoming a son-in-law. What he wanted was the Sage Token behind all this.

Still, watching didn't hurt.

"Hey," the man suddenly laughed, glancing sideways at Ethan.

"Little fox, you're quite handsome."

"But it's a pity. You're not human, and your cultivation aura looks mediocre."

"Otherwise, you might've caught the third young lady's eye."

Ethan smiled gently. "You flatter me, brother. I'm far from worthy."

"Look," the man suddenly pointed ahead. "We're here."

"The ten people on the ring—that's them!"

Ethan followed his finger and looked through the sea of heads.

Two massive arenas stood in the distance.

On one, ten figures stood quietly, their auras restrained but sharp.

On the other side sat the upper echelons of the Sky family.

Among them was a familiar face.

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Damon.

The same Sky family descendant who had been pressured into retreat by the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

At the time, he had chosen patience over pride.

That alone marked him as someone extraordinary.

Judging by his seat, Damon's status within the Sky family was far from low.

This man was no idle young master.

The Sky family stood beneath the Palace of the Four Cycles—one step below the heavens, yet towering above countless others.

To swallow humiliation in front of Luca and still smile?

That kind of composure was rare.

"It's a pity his realm is a little low," Ethan thought. "Peak Ninth-Turn Mahayana."

"I wonder if the Sky family intends to send him into the Training Trial."

Ethan moved forward effortlessly, slipping through the crowd like mist through cracks in stone, until he reached the front of the ring.

At that moment, a wave of murmurs erupted.

"Look!"

"That's the third young lady of the Sky family!"

"She finally showed up!"

Ethan lifted his gaze.

From behind the platform, a tall figure emerged.

A woman in a green robe stepped forward, her posture straight, her aura calm yet sharp.

As expected.

Delicate features, smooth skin, flawless contours.

Her blue eyes were clear and cold, like still water hiding unfathomable depths.

She did not radiate arrogance, yet her presence naturally commanded attention.

This was not beauty born of ornament.

This was the beauty of confidence, discipline, and absolute talent.

She took her seat beside Damon, movements refined, expression indifferent.

"Third sister, you're finally here," Damon said with a relaxed smile.

"The moment you appear, everyone's eyes are glued to you."

Elara picked up the teacup beside her and took a sip.

"Enough nonsense," she said coolly. "How's the recruitment?"

Damon sighed and leaned back, hands behind his head.

"With standards like yours? What do you expect?"

"There are few humans in Blue-Wave City to begin with. How many geniuses your age do you think exist here?"

"The ones with cultivation lack looks."

"The ones with looks lack strength."

"And those with both can't even last ten moves against our elites."

Elara's expression did not change.

"Our Sky family has always recruited like this."

"We accept no demons. Only human geniuses."

"I merely raised the lower limit and added appearance requirements."

"That's not excessive."

She glanced at Damon.

"Tell me—would you marry someone you don't like, even if she were a genius?"

Damon grimaced. "Alright, alright. I surrender."

"As long as you're happy, Third Sister."

Despite his words, he knew the truth.

Though Elara was only Eighth-Turn Mahayana, her combat power was terrifying.

Among their peers, even those who specialized in combat found it hard to suppress her.

At peak Ninth-Turn Mahayana, Damon himself had lost to her more than once.

At that moment, Damon's gaze suddenly froze.

"Hmm?"

He leaned forward slightly.

"There… that fox."

Elara followed his line of sight.

In the crowd below stood a white fox demon.

White ears. White tail.

His aura was restrained to the extreme, almost mundane.

Yet he stood calmly, eyes steady, posture relaxed.

Unmoved by the noise.

Unimpressed by the spectacle.

Damon's eyes narrowed slightly.

"I've seen him before," he muttered.

"At the Peaceful Haven Inn."

Elara frowned faintly. "A demon?"

"Looks like one," Damon said slowly.

"But…"

His intuition stirred.

Something felt off.

In Blue-Wave City, demons were everywhere.

Yet this one… stood out.

Not because of strength.

But because of presence.

An ordinary little demon would definitely not attract his attention.

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