Chapter 2107: Inner Sect Elders Chapter 2107: Inner Sect Elders Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The next morning, Wilma Nilles changed into a military uniform.
When Braydon Neal came out of the room and saw her, he asked softly, “What are you planning to do?” Wilma smiled at him.
“With my current strength, I can qualify to enter the inner sect.
Even if I’ll just be a disciple, it’s still not bad.” “To enter the inner sect, you need to pass a series of tests.
If we hurry, we can finish by tonight,” she added.
Braydon looked at her smiling face and nodded.
“I’ll go change my clothes.” He was still wearing the black outfit he had requested from a servant disciple the day before.
In the Myriad Demon Sect, most disciples wore black, which made it easy for Braydon to blend in.
He had simply asked for a set when he arrived.
Walking into his room, he glanced at the white robe laid neatly on the bed.
Since Wilma liked it, he decided to wear it.
It could serve as a small gesture of gratitude for her help in getting him into the inner sect.
When Braydon emerged in the white robe, Wilma’s eyes lit up.
“See?
I told you—you look much better in white than in black.” Braydon turned to her abruptly.
“Are you saying I don’t look good in black?” “Ah?” Wilma was stunned by the unexpected question.
“No, no!
I mean, you look good in both white and black!” she stammered.
Braydon said nothing more and stepped outside.
Wilma quickly followed.
As they walked, Braydon asked, “You’re going to take the test to enter the inner sect.
Can I follow you?” Wilma nodded.
“The Myriad Demon Sect doesn’t strictly measure combat strength.
Even if a disciple is weak, they can enter as long as their servant’s strength meets the standard.” Braydon was slightly surprised.
This rule was certainly a way to test true strength among disciples.
After all, some came from wealthy and influential families, making them difficult to compare to ordinary disciples.
The two continued onward, with Braydon trailing behind Wilma.
The assessment to enter the inner sect required visiting elders from various peaks, who would then inform the inner sect elders.
Special tools in the outer sect could also determine whether a disciple met the standards.
They only needed to contact the remaining eight peak elders.
When they arrived at the Sixth Peak, a heavy atmosphere settled as they encountered Ivanna Qualey.
Wilma’s eyes narrowed, filled with resentment.
If not for Ivanna, she wouldn’t have wronged Braydon, nearly losing him in the process.
Ivanna, in turn, looked at the two with a trace of pity.
She hadn’t expected them to remain united—something she hadn’t foreseen.
“Elder Wilma, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit to my peak?” Ivanna asked coolly.
Before Wilma could reply, Braydon stepped forward.
“Elder Ivanna, we’re here for the inner sect assessment.
Wilma’s strength has already reached level one transcendence.
I should thank you for your… assistance.” His tone was icy, as though addressing a stranger.
Ivanna’s expression darkened.
This little upstart had turned against her after taking what he needed.
Wilma’s heart softened as she watched Braydon stand protectively before her.
He had a way of making her feel secure.
“Oh, I shouldn’t meddle,” Ivanna said with feigned innocence.
“But Elder Wilma, you know that once the inner sect assessment begins, it can’t be stopped.
Conducting it solo will make it ten times more dangerous than usual.
Of course, the rewards are also greater—perhaps even an immediate promotion to inner sect elder.” Her tone dripped with temptation.
Braydon glanced at Wilma, his gaze questioning.
She hadn’t mentioned the increased difficulty of a solo assessment.
Wilma met his eyes and nodded resolutely.
“It’s fine.
Elder Ivanna, please notify the other elders.” Braydon smirked inwardly.
Ivanna’s help would save them from having to visit each peak individually.
That would’ve been a hassle.
Soon, streaks of light descended as several elders from other peaks arrived.
“Ivanna, why did you summon us here?” asked the elder from the Eighth Peak, eyeing her curiously.
Ivanna gestured to Braydon and Wilma.
“Elder Wilma wishes to undertake the inner sect assessment.” “Didn’t Wilma just break through?” the First Peak elder questioned.
“An inner sect assessment requires at least level five strength.
Isn’t this just courting death?” Shrugging, Ivanna replied with mock jealousy, “They’re not like us.
You know the saying—a husband and wife united can break through anything.
Maybe they’ll set a new record for the Myriad Demon Sect.” The other elders exchanged looks but said nothing further.
It wasn’t their place to interfere.
They only needed to perform their duties.
“Since they’ve decided, let’s begin,” the Second Peak elder declared.
Each elder took out a numbered token from one to nine.
“Gather the power of the nine peaks.
Let the assessment commence!”