Chapter 30 My Request: I Want to Become a Disciple of Immortal Venerable Huaiwei

Qiu Nan was surprised that the first thing Yin Lisheng asked after waking up was this. He looked at Yan Shuangwan for help, hoping she could give him an answer.

Yan Shuangwan opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, thinking to herself, "Don't look at me, I have absolutely no idea what to say either!"

Seeing the two of them like this, how could Yin Lisheng not notice something amiss? His brows furrowed instantly, and his tone unconsciously became more serious as he asked urgently, "Where's Su Yun? Didn't he come out with us? Or did something happen to him?"

"Don't worry." In the end, Qiu Nan broke the deadlock first, trying to soothe Yin Lisheng's emotions with his tone as gentle as possible, "Young Master Su has left."

"Left?" Yin Lisheng repeated the question subconsciously, his face full of doubt and his eyes still somewhat bewildered, clearly not yet fully recovered.

"Yes." Qiu Nan's mind raced as he lied earnestly. "You can see that he's different from us ordinary people. He's just here to join in the fun and has no intention of actually becoming an apprentice. Tomorrow is the apprenticeship ceremony, and since Young Master Su has no such intention, there's no point in him staying any longer, so he's naturally leaving."

"Is that so..." Yin Lisheng's voice lowered, his expression blank, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Seeing that he had just woken up and was in low spirits, Qiu Nan and Yan Shuangwan were afraid of upsetting him further. After offering a few words of comfort, they hurriedly left the room.

In the room, only Yin Lisheng remained, staring blankly at the floor, the surrounding air seemingly frozen.

"In this life, there is no banquet that doesn't end. Why are you so down?" The white dumpling's voice rang out in Yin Lisheng's mind, carrying a hint of disappointment.

Yin Lisheng raised his hand and gently pressed it against his chest, as if trying to suppress the surging emotions within him. After a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Duan Yuan, you don't understand."

The white dumpling let out a cold snort in its sea of ​​consciousness, its tone full of disdain: "I don't understand? I have lived in this world for tens of thousands of years, what storms haven't I seen? Su Yun is just a passerby in your life, why do you take him so seriously?"

Yin Lisheng forced a bitter smile and murmured, "I always felt that he shouldn't just be a passerby."

After a pause, Yin Lisheng added, "Besides, weren't you trapped in the secret realm for tens of thousands of years? How many people could you have seen?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a white shadow "whooshed" out of Yin Lisheng's body. It was the white ball of dust transformed from the spirit of the Broken Abyss Sword. At this moment, it was trembling with anger, and its tone was so irritating that it seemed to be breathing fire: "You brat, you're just trying to provoke me, aren't you? How dare you talk like that! I'm still your senior!"

Yin Lisheng helplessly reached out and firmly pressed the white dumpling down, advising, "Alright, alright, it was my fault. I shouldn't have talked back to my senior."

"That's more like it." The white ball flew in front of him and swayed in the air. "That person is just a cultivator with a slightly higher level of cultivation. Now that you have my help, your future is limitless. Why are you so hung up on Su Yun?"

Yin Lisheng did not respond. He slowly closed his eyes, and Su Yun's eyes, which were usually somewhat distant, involuntarily appeared in his mind. They were so cold, yet they always showed a hint of concern when he was in danger.

Although Su Yun is a man of few words, he never hesitates to lend a helping hand in times of crisis. How could someone like him be considered "an unrelated person"?

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Duan Yuanjian became increasingly impatient: "Yin Lisheng, don't forget that you have a blood feud to carry on your shoulders, and you still have Chi Du's entrustment to complete. How can you accomplish great things now that you're so depressed?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Lisheng abruptly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said in a low voice, "You're right, I shouldn't be wallowing in these emotions."

He looked up and surveyed the ordinary room, which remained exactly as it had been when they left a few days earlier, but the person who had once shared a bed with him was gone.

However, Yin Lisheng had a strong premonition that this separation would eventually lead to a reunion. His immediate priority was to focus on his cultivation.

On the other side, after returning to Tingxue Peak, Fu Yunshu went straight to his room and locked himself in.

It wasn't that he didn't want to stay and continue to accompany Yin Lisheng, but since the assessment was already over, and he had already decided to take Yin Lisheng as his disciple, there was really no need to continue maintaining the identity of "Su Yun".

After all, even a dignified Immortal Venerable Huaiwei has his pride! It's one thing for someone who has lived for ninety-nine lifetimes to disguise himself as a teenager and fool around with a group of children, but if Song Wenzhuo and the others find out, it would be a real loss of face.

As for the second...

Fu Yunshu sat cross-legged and began to meditate.

Just as Yin Lisheng was about to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, he vaguely sensed some subtle changes occurring within his body.

However, the situation was urgent at the time, and he was busy interrupting Yin Lisheng's foundation building, so he failed to grasp that fleeting anomaly. Now that he finally has some free time, he naturally wants to investigate it thoroughly.

Fu Yunshu closed his eyes and concentrated, his mind sinking into his sea of ​​consciousness.

His sea of ​​consciousness was vast and boundless, like a boundless starry sky. Around him, stars twinkled with faint light.

However, this starry sky was not calm and still; it was shrouded in a thick layer of gray mist, from which several golden runes could be faintly seen, like chains wrapped around the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

—This is the seal that Heaven has placed to suppress his ascension.

Fu Yunshu had tried to break through this seal many times, but each time he failed.

In his first nine incarnations, he was unaware of this seal; the Heavenly Dao had hidden it very well.

Fu Yunshu only discovered it by chance in his tenth life. After that, the Heavenly Dao simply stopped pretending and the seal was exposed so openly. Every time, Fu Yunshu was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Over the years, he tried countless methods, but none of them were successful. It was truly hateful.

"Sobbing—"

Fu Yunshu gave a low shout and summoned the Cold Cry Sword, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy instantly erupted.

In an instant, a flash of cold light appeared, and the sound of a sword breaking the silence broke the silence. He suddenly swung his sword, and the sharp sword energy, carrying the biting wind and frost, rushed towards the seal like a surging tide.

"Clang—"

The massive shockwave from the collision seemed to distort the surrounding space for a moment, but the seal remained unchanged.

Fu Yunshu slowly sheathed the Cold Cry Sword, his gaze fixed on the seal, observing it carefully, not missing a single subtle change.

He checked it over and over again several times, but the seal remained unchanged, just like in previous lifetimes.

"Could it be my imagination?" Fu Yunshu sheathed his sword, glanced at the seal one last time with resentment, and then turned and left.

Staying any longer will only cause more pain to my eyes, so I might as well leave sooner.

Unfortunately, Fu Yunshu did not notice that at the moment he turned around, a golden rune quietly cracked open.

"Crack—"

The door collapsed to the ground with a thud. Yin Lisheng, who was washing her face, looked up blankly and met Qiu Nan's gaze, who was equally shocked outside the door.

Qiu Nan stumbled back several steps.

"No, it wasn't me! I didn't break this door! I just pushed it lightly. Who knew it was so fragile?" Qiu Nan was on the verge of tears.

"It's alright," Yin Lisheng came over to comfort him, and said in a low voice, "Duan Yuan was a little excited when it came out. Last night it flew around the house and bumped into this door several times. I guess it was its fault."

"Hey, hey, hey you brat!" The white dumpling protested frantically in Yin Lisheng's mind, but Yin Lisheng pretended not to hear it.

“If that’s the case, it’s not necessarily its fault,” Qiu Nan said in a low voice, “Yesterday, the sect leader pushed this door open several times with great force. Just think about the sect leader, who is a powerful being. He must have considerable strength. I guess the door was internally injured when it was pushed open.”

"Sect Master?" Yin Lisheng was somewhat surprised. "Has he been here before?"

Qiu Nan then realized that he hadn't told Yin Lisheng what had happened outside yesterday.

He quickly said, "I almost forgot to tell you, didn't you collapse the secret realm yesterday? Duan Yuan even caused all the swords in the Qingyuan Sect to ring out. The sect leader and the others made up a story, and I'll tell it to you now. Don't give it away when you go out later."

"good."

"The sect leader and the others are saying that Pan Chang of Beast Taming Peak, oh no, now it's Pan Hongru, that he infiltrated the secret realm with ulterior motives and caused the turmoil because he didn't suppress his cultivation level inside."

"As for the sword's cry," Qiu Nan paused before continuing, "it is said that Immortal Venerable Huaiwei made a small breakthrough yesterday after emerging from seclusion, and his Cold Weeping Sword caused the disciples' swords to cry."

"Has Immortal Venerable Huaiwei emerged from seclusion?" Yin Lisheng asked curiously.

Qiu Nan said without batting an eye, "Since the sect leader has said so, he should have already come out of seclusion, right?"

"I see..." Yin Lisheng said thoughtfully.

Qiu Nan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Qiu Nan didn't seem to suspect anything.

Thankfully, we got through it without any real danger.

"We've been chatting for so long we almost forgot the important matter," Qiu Nan glanced at the sky, then pulled Yin Lisheng and ran outside. "Today is the apprenticeship ceremony, let's go!"

The two ran into an acquaintance as soon as they arrived at the door.

"Hi, good morning!" Yin Simiao greeted the two of them with a smile.

The place was familiar, Yin Simiao was familiar, the magic array was familiar, but unfortunately, a familiar person was missing by his side. Yin Lisheng's expression darkened.

Yin Simiao, in a very familiar manner, put her hand on Yin Lisheng's shoulder: "Junior Brother Yin, can you smile a little? Stop looking so gloomy all the time. Okay, three, two, one, smile!"

Yin Lisheng calmly broke free from his restraints.

"I haven't formally become an apprentice yet."

"So what?" Yin Simiao said indifferently. "Anyway, no matter which peak you join, you will have to call me senior brother. Unless you join the sect of Immortal Venerable Huaiwei, in which case I will have to call you grandmaster uncle. Otherwise, it's only a matter of time before you call me senior brother."

"I haven't paid my respects yet," Yin Lisheng insisted.

Yin Simiao sighed helplessly, "Alright, alright, Brother Yin, hurry up and go find a master. I must hear you call me 'Senior Brother' today!"

Inside the main hall, the buildings are resplendent with gold and jade, adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding a magnificent aura.

The glass lamps hanging high inside the hall emitted a soft light, illuminating the entire hall as if it were a fairyland.

In the center of the hall, Song Wenzhuo, the sect leader of Qingyuan Sect, sat solemnly on a high platform. To his left and right, the peak masters of various peaks, including Gu Zhinan, were seated in turn, each with an extraordinary bearing.

On both sides of the main hall, the newly initiated disciples stood in neat rows, their expressions ranging from nervous to expectant. Their eyes would occasionally sweep over the peak masters on the high platform, and they would secretly consider which peak to choose.

Yin Simiao stood at the front of the group, smiling as she looked at the new disciples, occasionally whispering a few words of advice, showing exceptional enthusiasm.

"Disciples," Song Wenzhuo began slowly, his voice deep and powerful, echoing throughout the hall, "Today is the day you formally become disciples. All the peak masters of Qingyuan Sect are here. You can choose the peak you desire according to your own aspirations. Afterwards, the specific disciples you become disciples of will be decided by the peak masters and elders of each peak."

As soon as he finished speaking, the main hall became lively. Disciples stepped forward one after another to pay their respects to their favorite peak master and express their desire to study.

However, Yin Lisheng, Qiu Nan, and Yan Shuangwan remained at the back of the line, their expressions varying.

Qiu Nan scratched his head and asked in a low voice, "Li Sheng, Shuang Wan, have you decided which peak to choose?"

Yan Shuangwan frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping over the various peak masters, and said in a low voice, "I haven't decided yet, what about you?"

Qiu Nan sighed and said helplessly, "I haven't decided yet. Li Sheng, what about you?"

“I…” Yin Lisheng hesitated.

Song Wenzhuo noticed the situation and asked, "Do the three of you have any questions?"

All three shook their heads.

"Are you worried about not being able to become a disciple of the peak master you want to join?" Song Wenzhuo reassured him, "Don't worry, you are the top three in this assessment, I don't think any peak master would refuse you."

Yin Lisheng remained silent for a moment, then his gaze fell on the empty seat on the far right of the platform.

"Sect Master," he bowed and said firmly, "I wish to become a disciple of Immortal Venerable Huaiwei."

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Author's note: I laughed at my own stupidity. I finished writing it early yesterday morning and was so sleepy that I put it directly into the draft box. I thought I had set a timer, but I didn't. I just realized that. Sorry for making you all wait a few hours.

I owe a total of 9,000 words, and I'm currently 1/9 of the way back.