Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 323: Recruitment

Absolute silence prevailed.

A middle-aged man rose first, clad in a dark gray robe adorned with silver blade motifs. His gaze cut sharply, like the talons of an eagle.

"I am Yun Che, envoy of the Gray Blade Sect," he declared, his tone crisp and straightforward.

"And I came here to recruit."

His gaze scanned the group of young talents.

"Huo Ling, of the Flaming Sword."

Huo Ling lifted his head, stunned.

"Huo Jiao, of the Flaming Sword."

The younger sibling was named too. The brothers shared astonished glances.

"Mo Tianhai, of the Verdant Sword."

Mo Tianhai held his breath tight. His fist gripped without thought.

"Shen Yu, of the Verdant Sword."

Shen Yu, arms still wrapped in bandages, opened his eyes wide.

"Mo Xia, of the Verdant Sword."

Mo Xia pressed a hand to her lips, stifling a burst of delight.

"Wu Jian, of the Verdant Sword."

Wu Jian, still favoring his limp, paused in shock.

"Long Xue, of the Verdant Sword."

Long Xue bit her lower lip, eyes gleaming brightly.

Yun Che went on to announce several more names from various sects, yet Kyrian grasped the scheme instantly. The Gray Blade envoy had selected every one of the five Verdant Sword disciples—Mo Tianhai, Shen Yu, Mo Xia, Wu Jian, and Long Xue.

Every single one.

Kyrian realized it was no accident. The envoy locked eyes with him while calling the names. Their skills were impressive, sure, but this was about forging ties. Building a link.

Kyrian was tied to a 4° level force already. The Blood Court. No recruiter there would approach him. Yet they could draw in his allies. They could win his favor.

"You have been selected to join the Gray Blade Sect," Yun Che wrapped up, offering a brief bow before taking his seat.

Mo Tianhai responded first.

"We got in," he murmured, scarcely believing it.

"We really got in."

Mo Xia burst into laughter, a mix of nerves and pure joy. Long Xue hid her face in her hands, shoulders shaking. Wu Jian clapped Shen Yu on the back, who just nodded over and over, absorbing the news.

From the VIP area, Feng Yuan and Mei Ran observed with misty eyes.

"He did it," Mei Ran uttered, voice breaking.

"Kyrian arranged this for them."

Feng Yuan nodded gravely.

"The envoy wouldn't have picked all five without his influence. He took them all to build a connection with Kyrian."

"Their futures are brighter now," Mei Ran breathed softly.

"A 4° level sect..."

Feng Yuan rested a hand on Mei Ran’s shoulder.

"We owe him greatly."

A second envoy rose next. She had green hair and wore robes woven like twisting roots.

"I am Lian Hua, envoy of the Deep Roots Sect."

Her calm gaze swept the assembly.

"Mu Qing, of the Ancient Forest."

Mu Qing bowed his head respectfully.

"Mo Sun, of the Ancient Forest."

Mo Sun, mending from his clash with Yin Xue, gave a faint nod.

"And Yin Xue, of the Shadow Valley."

The ever-pale and quiet Yin Xue simply blinked deliberately.

The envoy added a handful more from minor sects, then resumed her seat.

Envoys from the 4° level forces rose in turn, declaring their picks.

The Southern Wind Dynasty envoy chose the Wind Sect girl and two swift youngsters.

The Earth Forge envoy took the War Hammer disciple plus other powerhouses of raw might.

The White Crane Sect envoy selected the Thorn Flower disciple and a pair of additional healers.

The Scarlet Rock Sect envoy picked the two Purple Rock survivors from the late rounds.

The Celestial River Alliance envoy claimed three youths from water realms.

With the final envoy seated, every one of the hundred youths had received at least one offer. Talents like Huo Ling and Mu Qing got several and faced choices.

The Ancient Forest Sect Leader rose again.

"The Gathering of Domains is officially concluded! May the bonds forged here endure for generations!"

Thunderous cheers exploded across the plateau. Spiritual fireworks soared skyward, blooming in vibrant hues that lit the dawning night.

Kyrian and his comrades departed the Central Plateau through the thrilled masses. The return to the Verdant Sword Tree passed quietly, almost wordlessly. All were digesting the events.

Upon arrival, Feng Yuan and Mei Ran awaited in the main hall.

"Come in," Feng Yuan commanded, voice resonant.

"We need to talk."

They formed a circle, seated. Mo Xia and Long Xue's eyes still sparkled. Wu Jian grinned endlessly. Shen Yu stayed composed, though satisfaction burned in his gaze. Mo Tianhai appeared graver than normal.

"You heard," Feng Yuan stated.

"All five of you were invited to the Gray Blade Sect."

"Of course, thanks to your talent, but also to Kyrian," Mei Ran chimed in, her eyes shifting toward the young man.

"The envoy made no effort to conceal his gaze on you as he declared your name."

Kyrian shook his head firmly.

"They possess their own talent. I merely... unlocked a gateway."

"A gateway none others could unlock," Feng Yuan declared.

"You bestowed upon us far more than we dared wish. The Verdant Sword will echo through ages as the sect that birthed a champion of the Gathering of Domains. Our disciples now hold futures we scarcely imagined."

He rose and offered a profound bow to Kyrian.

Mei Ran followed suit.

Kyrian quickly got to his feet.

"Leader... there's no need for..."

"I must," Feng Yuan insisted, head still lowered.

"Not just for them, but for all you've done for our sect. From humble origins, you granted us everything."

Kyrian paused briefly in silence. Then, he returned a respectful bow.

"It was my honor to battle for the Verdant Sword."

Darkness descended upon the floating city. Beyond the walls, festivities raged on. Spiritual fireworks illuminated the heavens, while faint melodies and joyous cheers resounded amidst the colossal trees.

Yet within the Verdant Sword Tree, a serene hush prevailed. A subdued parting.

Mo Tianhai drew near to Kyrian.

"We depart for the Gray Blade Sect at dawn tomorrow," he announced.

"And what of you?"

"I'll head back with Leader Feng Yuan and Elder Mei Ran to the Verdant Sword. Thereafter... other duties await."

Mo Tianhai gave a nod.

"Shall we cross paths again?"

"Someday."

The pair clasped hands firmly. No further words were required.

Come morning, their roads would diverge. Yet that evening, amid the soaring trees of the floating city, they remained mere young warriors who had battled side by side and triumphed.

And that sufficed.