Chapter 39: Digging Up Your Ancestral Grave

Fang Rong quit his clerical job that day and went down the mountain to gain experience, carrying his sword.

Before going down the mountain, he grabbed Ye Xingzhou's collar viciously.

"Ye Xingzhou, just wait. Once I find out where you came from, I will definitely dig up your ancestral grave."

"Thank you." Ye Xingzhou was touched. "Brother Fang, you are the first person who is so obsessed with my life experience."

As for ancestral graves, whoever dug them up is to blame, what does it have to do with Ye Xingzhou?

Which good person would be so happy when his ancestral grave is about to be dug up?

Ye Xingzhou was definitely pretending! His purpose was to stop him from digging up the grave!

Fang Rong was very angry and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Ye Xingzhou waved, "Brother Fang, have a safe trip!"

Fang Rong almost couldn't hold back his expression.

The sun sets.

Ye Xingzhou rubbed his shoulders, grinning and shouting.

The sword was struck with great force, and although he had the spirit stone to resist the damage, his arm was still inevitably hit.

It hurts so much.

After returning to the house, Ye Xingzhou immediately took off his coat to check the injury on his shoulder.

"Brother, I brought you some food—"

Ren Wangzhu pushed the door open and walked in.

Ye Xingzhou's clothes were half-undressed, his shoulders were exposed, and his fair skin was covered with large bruises.

He lowered his head to the side, holding a hanging hair in his mouth, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and his other hand was applying medicine to the bruise.

With a bend of his slender knuckles, the fingertips were stained with dark green ointment, which he gently applied to the bruised area on his shoulder.

Ren Wangzhu stood at the door with a bowl of rice in his hand.

He widened his eyes and watched Ye Xingzhou's movements without blinking.

A blush quietly crept up her ears.

Ye Xingzhou had just finished applying the medicine and spat out the troublesome hair.

Not only did I vomit, but my throat also felt like it had phlegm stuck in it.

"Ahem, tui——"

“…”

Making this damn noise again.

Ren Wangzhu's eyes were calm as he placed the food in front of Ye Xingzhou.

"Brother, dinner."

"Mm, fragrant."

Ye Xingzhou quickly put on his clothes and buried his head in eating like a starving ghost.

Ren Wangzhu was no longer troubled.

It was strange, why did he feel that his senior brother was particularly attractive for a second just now.

It must be an illusion.

*

Nanmu country.

Meng family.

The aroma is ethereal and the house is filled with fragrance.

On the cotton couch, the old man's eyes were cloudy and half-lidded, his hair and beard were gray, and if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was still breathing.

"Xiao Zhi, why did you come back this time?" The old man's voice was even more hoarse and trembling.

Meng Zhi bowed respectfully.

"Grandfather, I do have something to ask for your help."

After the old man nodded slightly, Meng Zhi set up a soundproof barrier before continuing.

"Grandfather, is there any physique in this world that can breathe in and out spiritual energy without regard for the limitations of spiritual roots?"

After Meng Zhi asked this question, the old man's eyelids twitched.

Finally, the wait has come.

The old man closed his eyes as if completing some obsession, and his voice was like floating catkins.

"You'll find out later."

"Give all the talismans to him."

"If the Meng family encounters a disaster in the future, he will help."

*

Ye Xingzhou lay on the bed, organizing his thoughts.

The task assigned by the system has been completed so far, and I have passed the assessment and entered the inner gate.

But how can one become the disciple of Immortal Wujian?

The Immortal Master is in seclusion practicing, he can't possibly go and knock on the door of the cave to ask the Immortal Master if he wants to accept a disciple.

How presumptuous.

Tomorrow is the apprenticeship ceremony, and this matter is urgent.

If he doesn't complete the task and activate the system, he will be truly dead if he is killed by the man in black robe next time.

Dog system, once the mission is dropped, they won’t care about his life or death.

When Ye Xingzhou was cursing, Ren Wangzhu appeared at the bedside holding a quilt.

"Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Go to sleep."

Ye Xingzhou moved inward, leaving a space.

Ren Wangzhu raised his eyes and looked at Ye Xingzhou seriously, "Brother, you will be moving into the inner gate tomorrow. I really don't want to let you go."

"After Uncle Xiao picked me up, you have always been the one who took me to bed. I feel so uncomfortable when you leave."

Ren Wangzhu flipped over and snuggled into Ye Xingzhou's arms.

Ye Xingzhou touched his head and said, "You'll get used to it after a few nights."

"Well, go to sleep, brother."

Ren Wangzhu's voice was muffled.

Ye Xingzhou was not uncomfortable with having someone around him, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

He felt very hot in the dream, and with a kick of his foot, Ren Wangzhu, who was originally still sad, rolled off the bed.

Ren Wangzhu huddled on the edge of the bed, hugging the quilt, feeling aggrieved.

*

What is meant to come will come.

After waking up from a sleep, Immortal Wujian did not come out of seclusion. Instead, he appeared at the apprenticeship ceremony in a high-profile manner and accepted him as his disciple, which shocked everyone present.

The ceremony for the inner disciples to pay homage to their master is naturally held in the inner gate hall.

As soon as you step into the inner door, you are greeted by the aura of a strong person.

The hall is magnificent. There are ninety-nine steps to the high seat. The head of the sect sits on the high seat in the middle. There are sixty-six steps in the hall, where the elders sit.

Ye Xingzhou and nine other people stood in a row at the lowest point.

If you want to become a disciple, you have to climb these sixty-six steps before you can perform the ceremony of becoming a disciple.

There is a layer of pressure every time you upgrade a level, and this is also the final test.

Elder Qi opened his eyes wide.

Originally, it was something worth celebrating that a first-class talisman master had emerged from the outer sect.

However, if the talisman master is Ye Xingzhou, there is nothing to be happy about.

Yesterday, Elder Qi was also one of the people who was dazzled by the golden light of the spirit stone.

At this moment he felt no joy, only responsibility.

Then he looked at the apprenticeship gifts on the table: various third-grade elixirs, a mid-level talisman book, and a stack of third-level talismans.

Elder Qi felt even more pain.

Thinking back to how Zuo Chunhui had just cheated him out of three top-grade spirit stones not long ago, his savings were almost drained.

Uncle Master Xiao's solemn voice echoed in the hall.

"The final test of the apprenticeship ceremony is to temper your will. Walk up these sixty-six steps. Once the ceremony is complete, you will all become inner disciples of the Yantian Sect."

"Yes, Uncle Xiao."

Ten people in the hall kowtowed together.

Ye Xingzhou raised his head and glanced upwards, and all he saw were stairs.

Just crawl, accept your fate and crawl.

Ye Xingzhou just raised his foot to go up the stairs.

"Ye Xingzhou, are you willing to become a disciple of Immortal Wujian?"

The sound was as soft as drizzle, pleasant to the ear but with a touch of leisure.

Ye Xingzhou looked up in surprise.

No, this is an assist?

Everyone present looked towards the source of the sound.

Zuo Chunhui stood up at some point and stood on the steps, his posture still lazy.

Looking at each other from afar, those peach blossom eyes were shimmering and seemed to contain a hint of smile.

At this moment, Zuo Chunhui was like a savior in Ye Xingzhou's eyes.

"Yes! Very much!"

"Nonsense!" Elder Sha was the first to object.

Before the headmaster got anxious, Elder Sha got anxious first.

Elder Qi took away the apprenticeship gift without saying a word.

He did not feel any shame or annoyance at being humiliated, but only felt relieved to have gotten out of trouble.

He no longer has to worry about Ye Xingzhou causing him trouble in the future!

Elder Sha continued to babble, "Immortal Wujian has been in seclusion for a hundred years and has refused to accept any disciples. Zuo Chunhui, there must be a limit to your mischief!"

"How can Ye Xingzhou be qualified to be a disciple of Wujian?"

Lu Yue bowed and said, "Disciple agrees with Elder Sha's point of view. This is not in line with common sense."

He had taken great pains to squeeze into the inner gate. How could Ye Xingzhou, who was dull in talent, become a disciple of Immortal Wujian as soon as he arrived?

A powerful pressure interrupted everyone present before they could finish their words.

"I'm informing, not asking for opinions."