Fortunately, there were no major problems along the way.

The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, the flying boat arrived at the gate of Siyue Gate.

"You two girls are both promising. You should study hard when you need to, but don't overwork yourselves."

Lin Huai'an had already congratulated his eldest niece, and seeing that they were about to enter, he gave them a few more words of advice.

Although he was surprised that An Zhengzheng had reported the Ruthless Dao, he was a relative of his maternal family and couldn't say much.

As for An Zhengzheng's idea of ​​becoming a god or immortal that she mentioned on the way, Lin Huai'an guessed that it was just a small-scale whim for a young lady.

For nearly a thousand years, no girl has ascended to heaven.

These words mostly come from the little girl being playful. However, my niece is young and beautiful, and her family can provide financial support, so let her play as she pleases.

Before leaving, Lin Huai'an reminded him, "Most of the cultivation sects are far away, so it will take you a lot of effort to come back in the future. If you go out for trials or travel and encounter any trouble, remember to come to Ghost Ancient City to find your uncle."

He opened a shop in Ghost City, close to the cultivation sect, so he could have someone to look after him.

"Thank you, Uncle. Please be careful on your journey."

An Zhengzheng and An Yirou watched as Lin Huai'an's small flying boat disappeared into the clouds.

The two sisters sent a message to Lin to let her know they were safe.

Turning back, I saw a tall white jade gate, which was used to test one's spiritual roots.

On the other side were two enormous flying boats, used to transport young cultivators from the human world, with senior brothers and sisters leading them inside.

"Where did you two little girls come from?" a male cultivator asked the two sisters with a puzzled look.

How could anyone dare to come to Siyue Gate seeking immortality without authorization?

An Zhengzheng clasped his hands in greeting: "Senior brother, my name is An Zhengzheng. I am a disciple admitted this year and I cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness. This is my younger sister, An Yirou, who cultivates the Talisman Sect."

Upon hearing this, the male cultivator was surprised. This girl was so beautiful, yet she wasn't from the Joyful Union Sect?

“The Path of Ruthlessness only accepts three disciples each time, and you are the only female disciple this year.” He swept his magical artifact over An Zhengzheng, and then over An Yirou.

If the verification is successful, the passage can be allowed.

He was somewhat puzzled: "Aren't you disciples from a family of cultivators supposed to arrive in two days? Why did you come early?"

"Something happened at home." An Yirou was still a little scared in the new environment. "Is...is it not okay for me to come earlier?"

The male cultivator softened his tone: "...It's alright to come earlier, I just wanted to ask."

"Excuse me, senior brother, we arrived early, is there any room for us?" An Zhengzheng thought that they shouldn't be forced to sleep on the streets.

The male cultivator nodded: "Each disciple has their own residence. Your situation is special, so I will take you in."

The two sisters thanked them repeatedly and followed closely behind.

They supported each other, looking at this unfamiliar place, both feeling a little excited.

Formal apprenticeship is the true beginning of cultivating immortality. Although the An family is a family of cultivators, many members of the clan stagnate halfway through their cultivation journey.

An Zhengzheng is determined to become the first person in Anjia to achieve godhood.

They followed the male cultivator ahead with excited steps, but before they had gone far, a sharp sound suddenly rang out.

"This is so unfair! Why don't they get to use Jinghou?"

In the group seeking immortality, a boy named Xiu suddenly pointed at the An Zhengzheng and her sister.

An Zhengzheng looked over and saw that the boy Xiu looked indignant, clearly unhappy.

"They participated in the joint examination of the seven major sects," the male cultivator who led the way explained briefly.

The boy Xiu had stopped.

Because An Zhengzheng is too beautiful.

The cultivation world is truly a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery; even the girls are so delicate and graceful.

He stammered and didn't say anything more, only replying with an "oh".

Seeing this, the male cultivator still led the way.

After entering the Siyue Gate, they were given a jade slip: "Once you enter a sect, you may lose your Dao heart. Try not to go home."

There's no need to worry about children who are just ordinary people, but it's different for disciples from cultivation families like An Zhengzheng and his companion.

If you're always going home, what's the point of cultivating immortality?

"Don't worry, senior brother." An Zhengzheng took the jade slip and then overlapped it with the jade slip he had brought from home.

The two jade slips were then merged into one, allowing all information to be shared.

After thanking the male cultivator, the two opened their jade slips and selected the word "Recognize House".

In just a few seconds, An Zhengzheng had already entered the house.

The room wasn't big, about the same size as her apartment when she was studying in Manhattan, about half the size of a high school classroom.

There was a bed, a table, four stools, and nothing else.

An Zhengzheng was quite satisfied; at least she wasn't distracted while practicing and studying here.

Stepping outside, I discovered that my little wooden cabin was built on a hilltop.

The area was shrouded in mist, with the faint chirping of birds creating a very peaceful atmosphere. It was lovely.

An Zhengzheng entered Siyue Sect as the top scholar, so he was naturally a disciple of the Ruthless Path and it was normal for him to have his own faction.

After calming herself down, she decided that she should pay her respects to the master of the Ruthless Path, at least she couldn't be impolite.

The jade slip says that new disciples do not need to be informed in advance when paying respects to their inner sect masters, which suggests that the true disciples are waiting in the cave during this period.

"Sister, my house isn't big, but it gets plenty of sunlight," An Yirou sent a message. "And I have lots of neighbors around me!"

The Fu Sect is a popular cultivation path for women, so their residences are naturally densely packed.

Moreover, An Yirou's joint entrance exam results were not very good. She was considered an outsider and did not have a specific master, so she did not have her own faction.

After briefly explaining his situation to his younger sister, An Zhengzheng sent a spiritual message: "I need to go and pay my respects to Master. I might also need to see my senior brothers and sisters."

An Yirou expressed her understanding.

I just think about my sister being all alone on this quiet mountaintop, and I'm really afraid she'll be lonely. She really likes this lively place of hers.

An Zhengzheng, who prefers peace and quiet, is unaware that her younger sister has already made many preparations to come and keep her company.

At this moment, An Zhengzheng took out a flying artifact and found her master's mountain using the map index on the jade slip.

My master's name is Wushang Zhenren, and he lives on four or five mountain peaks away from the mountain.

"Disciple An Zhengzheng has come to pay respects to Wu..."

"Bang—"

A stone flew out of Wushang Zhenren's cave and flew straight towards An Zhengzheng.

An Zhengzheng reacted quickly, drawing her natal sword the next second and using her sword energy to overturn the stone.

The stone was carried and rolled down the mountain.

"I wonder what you mean by this, Master?" An Zhengzheng frowned slightly.

The new disciple pays homage to the Master, and the Master suddenly throws out a stone—it seems rather inexplicable.

An aged voice came from inside: "No need for greetings, speak in spirit form."

An Zhengzheng asked, puzzled, "Why is that?"

Could it be that she arrived two days early and angered her master?

This Wushang Zhenren has quite a temper.

Just as An Zhengzheng was racking her brains trying to figure it out, a light, airy voice came from inside the cave.

"I have social anxiety as a teacher."

Why can't we communicate through spirit messages? Why do we have to meet in person?

Master Wushang trembled in the cave.

I hate it when freshmen start school!