A cultivation universe.

K-T woke up wet and surrounded by people shouting and groaning from pain and fatigue. As he got up he caught his reflection in the puddle of water he was laying on. The face looking at him looked a bit like him but presented some Asian features, he was wearing what he would describe as dirty Chinese peasant clothes from the middle ages and a lot of people his age around him struggled to get past a line in the ground a few feet in front of him. He was on the top of some stairs on a mountain , surrounded by a forest of bamboo.

All he could remember was reading yet another cultivation manhua on his tablet in his bed when he was struck by an horrible headache and blacked out. And now his head was about the only thing in his body that didn't hurt. He felt like he had just ran a marathon while carrying weights and working out during the run.

Feeling three times his weight he struggled to get back up and shambled along the last dozen of steps to cross the line. As soon as both of his feet were on the other side, the oppressing feeling disappeared. And he could breathe normally again.

Three more people passed the line after him and an older man wearing weird robes made a move of his hand that turned the line on the ground into a wall of energy, to the despair of the people stuck behind.

"That's one hundred, it's enough. Go back home and try again next year. Congratulations to those who passed. Line up for examination by the elders." said the main.

K-T had read enough stories like this to recognize the entry selection of a cultivation sect. An arduous physical test to select the best candidates, followed by an assessment of the cultivation potential of the selected. The less talented would be outer sect disciples, living a spartan life and **** to work and learn with little resources. The more talented would be inner sect disciples, living in relative luxury, left to spend their time in training with abundant cultivation ressources. Then the very best would become selected as personal disciplines of elders of the sect, living as nobility and showered with boons and treasures.

K-T lined up, almost at the end of the queue. He noticed that there were only boys in the line, he wondered if it was due to the harsh selection, chance or by design. He wouldn't mind a few jade like beauties in his life.

He had no idea how he got there nor where he was or ever if he one day would be able to get home, but he was decided to make best of his new life in a world of magical martial arts.