Seeing the woman's hesitation, the third disciple Duan Chuan snorted coldly and held the sword in his arms tighter. "Master, you are not going to take on another disciple, are you? You are not satisfied with the three of us."

The second disciple, Bai Ziyi, said with a pleasant face, "This little fellow is indeed pitiful. Master, why don't you accept him as your fourth disciple?"

The eldest disciple Lin Ye suppressed the dissatisfaction in his eyes and said calmly: "It's all up to Master."

"Well, if you have good aptitude for cultivating immortality, I will accept you as my disciple."

As she spoke, the woman placed her hand on the young man Murong Feiran's head, poured spiritual power into it, and after testing his physical condition, she took her hand away.

"Pure Yang Spirit Body? Pure Yang Spirit Roots?"

The woman paused for a moment, "Your talent is a little inferior to my other disciples, but it's still passable. From now on, you will be my fourth disciple."

"Thank you, Master, for accepting me as your disciple!"

The young Murong Feiran kowtowed and knelt down with a look of surprise.

The woman picked up Murong Feiran with an indifferent look on her face and took him away in the air. The other three disciples also quickly followed on their swords.

The crowd gradually went away.

Si Mian, who was standing there, murmured, "Could this be the leader's childhood experience?"

Jiang Deng nodded, "Not bad."

An annoyed look appeared on Si Mian's face. "If I had known that the man just now was my childhood leader, not only would I not stop the whip, I would have also kicked him a few more times."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Deng also showed an expression of regret. She was careless. If she had known earlier, she would have done the same thing!

Just as I thought of this, the scene in front of me suddenly changed.

They actually returned to the bedroom!

The black fog that originally filled the surroundings has disappeared, and in its place, there is Murong Feiran sitting cross-legged on the jade bed.