Seeing Gu Shengyin opening the door, the Beastmen quickly awakened the little Beastmen in their arms and then paid their respects to Gu Shengyin.
"Everyone come inside."
The Beastmen entered the door with some restraint.
The little Beastmen, on the other hand, were bolder; several had played little games with Gu Shengyin that day and now ran over to her unafraid, one of the little leopards even hugged Gu Shengyin’s thigh.
Gu Shengyin, somewhat helplessly, gently pushed him away and said, "Alright, we’re not here to play games today; everyone stand nicely."
In the end, she still had considerable authority, and the little Beastmen all obediently stood in place.
Starting with the first, Gu Shengyin approached him, gently extended her index finger, and touched his brow.
Faint white light flickered on her finger, which astonished and awed the Beastmen.
She could have completely hidden the light, but she intentionally revealed it to make the Beastmen more convinced.
Since they worshipped the Beast God, she then borrowed from the reputation of that non-existent divinity.
The little Beastman only felt a slight coolness at his brow, which was not uncomfortable; then a warm sensation spread from the brow, sweeping through his entire body as if he were soaked in warm water, which was very comfortable.
When Gu Shengyin’s hand moved away, he even felt a bit reluctant to let her go.
The Beastmen watched Gu Shengyin eagerly, having just seen what she had done. Could this really determine whether the little Beastmen could become Priests? And what was the outcome?
But Gu Shengyin did not speak. Instead, she instructed the Beastmen to take the little fellow aside, and she continued checking the next little Beastman.
In this way, she examined them one by one, and by the time the last little Beastman was checked, two hours had passed.
Wu Luo’s complexion was naturally pale, but now it was even more transparent; fine beads of perspiration also appeared on her forehead.
She needed to use Witch Power to examine all the little Beastmen internally, which was an extremely power-consuming task; as she had predicted, ten were her limit.
The Beastmen also noticed her weakness and asked anxiously if she was alright.
If the High Priest fell ill because of this, they could not forgive themselves.
Gu Shengyin waved her hand to indicate she was alright, stated she needed a good rest, and that no food was needed for lunch before asking them to leave.
She did not sleep but sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly began to cultivate.
She had already tried before; Witch Power could completely be cultivated using the method of cultivating True Qi, in which meditating was a better method than sleeping.
When she opened her eyes again, her complexion had returned to its usual fairness, and she no longer felt as frail and weak as before after standing up from the bed.
She gently extended a finger and lightly tapped the ground; an invisible surge of energy shot out suddenly, cracking the bluestone floor.
Gu Shengyin was satisfied; although she appeared still weak, her skills had now radically transformed.
She thought of the ten little Beastmen from today.
If chosen by the Beast Race’s method for selecting the High Priest, naturally none of them would qualify.
Having natural Witch Power strong enough to be noticed by the Priest, like Wu Luo, whose talent, if placed in the world of Sword Cultivation, would be a prodigy fought over by the great sects.
Such individuals were exceedingly rare in the Owl Clan, appearing perhaps once in several decades.