As for the only top-tier fortune that Jason Reed has never seen, it should be the “Great Auspicious Destiny”—blessed by lucky stars, earning a fortune without any risk.

This time, Jason Reed still had a good draw and chose an upper-middle fortune.

He would not participate in the selection on Elder Foster’s side.

While Jason Reed was reading his fortune, the other young Daoist acolytes around him had already started rushing outside.

“Senior Brother Reed?” Seeing that Jason Reed hadn’t moved, someone stopped and turned back to ask.

Jason Reed: “There are still chores in this building that haven’t been finished. I should see things through from start to finish. I’ll finish today’s quota first.”

“It’s a rare opportunity—go to the selection first. If you’re not chosen, you can come back later to cut the talisman paper.” A few acolytes reminded him.

Jason Reed thought for a moment and still offered a reminder: “The elders of the sect regularly assess our progress and test our character. This ability to finish what we start, undisturbed by sudden changes, might be exactly what they value.”

“You have a point, but I’ll still go try at Elder Foster’s place first.” The few youths waved at him and hurriedly turned to run toward the front courtyard.

Jason Reed watched them leave, then turned back to continue with his work.

After finishing his tasks in the Talisman Paper Building for the day, he finally came out.

Jason Reed looked up at the sky, unhurriedly inquiring about news from Elder Foster’s side.

Elder Foster’s selection wasn’t limited to the Sixth Daoist Acolyte Courtyard, but was recruiting from all the acolyte branches.

The selection site was also set in an independent cave residence in the mountains—a private estate established by Elder Foster.

A middle-lower fortune, going to Elder Foster’s place to get some easy benefits—could there really be hidden dangers?

Could it be that Elder Foster was planning some dangerous experiment with the sect’s own disciples?

Jason Reed strolled over toward the private estate.

But just halfway there, he suddenly saw a flash in the mountains.

Then came a loud “boom.”

The ground shook and the mountains trembled, making Jason Reed stagger.

He looked up and saw that above Elder Foster’s private estate, a massive burst of thunder and fire shot into the sky.

Above the Celestial Master’s estate, numerous talismans formed from converging lights appeared, interweaving into a formation to suppress the exploding thunder.

The thunder’s force was diverted, scattering in all directions.

One of the thunderbolts struck another spot among the mountains.

That triggered a huge burst of golden light soaring into the sky, spreading in midair like fireworks.

“First Elder Foster’s private estate, then the Lingzhi Platform?”

Jason Reed roughly identified the direction.

The Lingzhi Platform mentioned in the middle fortune was originally a spiritual vein controlled by the Celestial Master’s estate since its founding, where rare radiant lingzhi mushrooms would occasionally grow, nourished by spiritual energy.

Refining or consuming lingzhi could aid cultivation, with endless benefits.

But years ago, due to certain changes, the Lingzhi Platform was damaged.

Fortunately, in the present age, spiritual energy everywhere is richer than before, and cultivation is entering a golden era.

Though the loss of the Lingzhi Platform was regrettable, as a sacred Daoist site, the Celestial Master’s estate was not fundamentally harmed, and continued to develop and claim new cultivation grounds and spiritual veins.

As for the Lingzhi Platform itself, it had been damaged for years, so few people usually went there.

After Elder Foster’s altar exploded, would there be a sixth-grade opportunity there?

While pondering, Jason Reed kept moving, still heading toward Elder Foster’s cave residence.

A fifth-grade opportunity is better than a sixth-grade one.

When he arrived outside the cave residence, the place was already a mess, scorched everywhere.

Many young acolytes in gray robes lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

Some acolytes on the outskirts were in slightly better shape, but all were covered in ash, trembling, and everyone’s face was filled with terror.

“What happened?” Jason Reed grabbed a familiar acolyte from the Sixth Courtyard.

As soon as the other saw Jason Reed, he immediately began to complain:

“Senior Brother Reed? Oh, don’t even mention it, Elder Foster’s altar exploded!”

The acolyte looked back at the just-exploded cave residence, still shaken:

“I heard someone died—from the Second and Fifth Courtyards. Even more were injured.

Our Sixth Courtyard’s Senior Brother Bolton was squeezed right up front, so he was hurt the worst. A few others were injured too.

They were just sent for treatment, but I don’t know how they’re doing now…”

The young acolyte was still terrified.

Others gradually approached, looking at the devastation of the cave residence, all filled with panic.

“Don’t gather here.” At this moment, someone spoke up.

Everyone turned to see a youth in yellow robes hurrying over from a distance.

He looked about the same age as the other young acolytes.

But unlike the others in gray robes, this youth wore a pale yellow Daoist robe and a Daoist headscarf—he had already undergone the formal initiation and entered the inner estate as a true disciple of the Celestial Master’s sect, a Daoist priest rather than an acolyte.

After him, several more yellow-robed Daoists arrived.

“What happened today was purely an accident and has nothing to do with any of you. There’s no need to worry. First, help treat the injured and fallen fellow disciples. Later, the estate will take care of the aftermath.” The young Daoist’s tone was gentle.

The acolytes immediately responded, “Yes, Daoist.”

Within the acolyte courtyards, everyone called each other “senior brother” or “junior brother” out of courtesy and camaraderie, and usually attended lectures together.

Although the yellow-robed Daoist before them was their age, he had his own master and Daoist name, so the acolytes didn’t dare to casually call him “senior brother.”

No matter how young the Daoist priest, when he gave orders, the acolytes could only obey.