As the sound of a distant bell echoed in front of the ancestral hall, it indicated that this year's ancestor worship ceremony in Cangwu Pai had officially begun.

The head of the sect, Huangfu Ying, took off his favorite black clothes and put on a formal blue robe that represented the status of the head of the sect, and stood in the center of the ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, the tablets of ancestors are densely packed, almost occupying half of the area of ​​the hall.

On both sides of the ancestral hall stood more than forty powerful men of the Shenglun realm from the Cangwu sect.

As Huangfu Ying's low sacrificial speech sounded, the atmosphere in the entire ancestral hall became solemn.

As for the back of the ancestral hall, there are the inner disciples who were promoted to the ninth realm this year.

Including Kong Ju, Shangguan Yuzhou and Shui Zhusheng, there are seven people in total.

Kong Ju knew three of the remaining four people.

Senior Sister Huajian who is close to Shui Zhusheng.

And Wei Cheng, who once shone brightly in the outer sect training, was ranked at the end of the Hidden Dragon List.

Finally, there is Elder Zhao Wei’s nephew, Zhao Huan.

His strength is already quite good, and he is also quite talented in swordsmanship.

After obtaining the Essence of Blooming Silver sold to him by Kong Ju and Shangguan Yuzhou, Zhao Huan's strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he finally broke through to the ninth level of Yanglun this year.

The remaining female disciple looked unfamiliar and Kong Ju had never seen her before.

Faced with the complicated ancestor worship ceremony, Kong Ju did not dare to look around after taking a rough look at the ancestral hall. He and everyone else had a solemn expression, waiting for the ceremony to end.

"Since the founding of the Cangwu sect by Daoist Ancestor Qingcang, it has been passed down to the 45th generation of disciples."

"During these long years, how many sects in Wudong have been lost in the long river of time."

"My Cangwu sect has faced the danger of extinction more than once."

"For it to continue to this day, I wonder how many of our ancestors have shed their blood and died for it."

"And the names of those heroes are engraved in the memorial tablets before you."

Huangfu Ying spoke in a low voice, and when he said this, he turned and looked at Kong Ju and the other seven people standing at the back of the ancestral hall.

"Inner sect disciples pay homage to our ancestors and heroes."

Kong Ju and the other seven men bowed in response.

"Inner sect disciples bow twice, in the name of our ancestors."

"Inner sect disciples bow three times to the spirits of our ancestors."

After three bows, Kong Ju and the other six people came forward one after another to burn incense.

Only then was the ceremony completed.

A full hour had passed.

When Huangfu Ying announced the end of the ancestor worship ceremony.

Kong Ju clearly felt that the gazes of the more than 40 Shenglun Realm powerhouses in the ancestral hall were all directed at him and the six inner disciples around him.

Kong Ju saw familiar Ascendants such as Huangfu Wuqin, Dongxian, Zhou Shangxiang, and even Zhao Wei among these Ascendants.

And more than thirty other unfamiliar faces that were rarely seen in the outer gate.

Those were the gazes of more than forty Shenglun masters, even though they were not hostile.

Under such gaze, even Kong Ju, who had experienced so many hardships, could not help but tremble slightly, thinking to himself: "If these Shenglun strongmen were sent out to attack any sect in Wudong except the three major sects, I'm afraid no one would be able to withstand it."

Shangguan Yuzhou, Shui Zhusheng and others were not much better, and each of them showed awe.

"It seems that after the ceremony, it will be the stage of becoming a disciple." Seeing this scene, Kong Ju roughly guessed the meaning of those Shenglun's gazes.

Because among those powerful Ascension Wheel masters, at least half of them looked at him for a long time.

As Huangfu Wuqin said yesterday, there are indeed many people in the inner sect who are interested in him.

"Excellent people will shine wherever they are." Kong Ju thought with some melancholy.

"According to the rules, inner disciples must worship a Shenglun as their master to guide them on their future path." Huangfu Ying's voice sounded in the ancestral hall at the right time.

He looked at the seven people in front of him and said calmly, "Then let's get started."

As Huangfu Ying's voice fell, the atmosphere in the ancestral hall, which had been solemn before, suddenly became warm.

Kong Ju saw from the corner of his eye that among his inner disciples, a man with a long sword on his back and a stubble on his face took the first step forward.

It was Elder Zhao Wei’s nephew, Zhao Huan.

He just stepped out and bowed deeply towards Dongxian from a distance.

"Inner sect disciple Zhao Huan, please take the master of Dongxian Hall as your master!"

Dongxian is the person worshipped by all outer disciples of Cangwu Sect.

In Kong Ju's opinion, considering Zhao Huan's love for swords as his life, it is understandable that he wants to worship Dong Xian as his master.

Similarly, the other elders in the Ascension Wheel realm were not surprised at this.

Because after every inner door ceremony, every sword practitioner must go to Dongxian to try it out.

Dong Xian was very good at dealing with this situation. He just glanced at Zhao Huan calmly and then shook his head: "You can't!"

Zhao Huan was not surprised by this. He just continued to respond in a firm voice: "I heard that as long as I can take the sword of Zhen Jiquan, the registered disciple of the East Immortal Hall Master, I can become your registered disciple. I am willing to give it a try!"

"Okay, after the ceremony, go to Zhen Jiquan to get a sword." Dong Xian nodded slightly, as if there was such a rule.

Zhao Huan just left with satisfaction.

Even though he was a registered disciple, Zhao Huan was determined to give it a try.

Kong Ju shook his head repeatedly and sighed inwardly: "The name of Tianhe Sword Immortal is really amazing."

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On the side of the Shenglun strongmen, Deacon Zhao Wei also sighed secretly, as if he had known his nephew's idea for a long time, and he did not try to stop him.

Soon, Kong Ju no longer had the leisure to watch the fun.

Because he saw from the corner of his eye that a short and thin old man with a white beard walked out from the Shenglun strongman's side. His old eyes stared directly at him and said, "Inner sect disciple Kong Ju! You..."

Kong Qi couldn't wait for him to speak.

He knew that if he continued to wait, endless troubles would come.

He immediately took a step forward and shouted, "Inner sect disciple Kong Ju invites Sect Master Huangfu to be his master."

Kong Ju's powerful voice lingered in the ancestral hall.

As for the inner disciples, except Shangguan Yuzhou and Shui Zhusheng, everyone else widened their eyes and looked at Kong Ju with strange expressions.

Both outer and inner disciples know that our leader is not interested in accepting disciples.

Moreover, he used a sword, and there was a sword master named Dongxian on top of him, so Huangfu Ying was even less interested in taking him as his disciple.

In the past, when disciples with other intentions went to worship Huangfu Ying, they were ruthlessly rejected by him.

"With Kong Ju's talent, anyone would be accepted with a smile, but if he chooses to worship the head of the sect, he will probably be rejected."

The remaining four inner disciples each had their own ideas.

Hua Jian, who was standing with Shui Zhusheng, narrowed his eyes and muttered, "If it was Junior Brother Kong Ju, it might be possible!"

As for the Shenglun strongmen, they all have their own thoughts, but most of them are not optimistic about Kong Ju's apprenticeship this time.

Because they know better than those disciples why Huangfu Ying does not accept disciples.

As Kong Ju's voice fell.

Above the ancestral hall, Huangfu Ying, who was originally thinking about other things, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on Kong Ju, but he only glanced at her calmly. Then he glanced at his daughter Huangfu Wuqin, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Smelly boy! Trying this on me!"

Kong Ju had no idea what Huangfu Ying was thinking, and was waiting for Huangfu Ying's response with great enthusiasm.

Who would have thought that Huangfu Ying hadn't spoken for a long time, which made him a little confused.

"What's the matter, Boss Huangfu?"

On this side, Huangfu Ying's words of refusal were already on the tip of his tongue.

Without waiting for him to speak.

Shi Jinchi in the crowd had already taken a step forward with a smile and said to Kong Ju: "The headmaster didn't refuse, which means he agreed. Why don't you come up and greet your master quickly!"

As he spoke, Shi Jinchi had a secretly proud look on his face.

I have followed Huangfu Ying for so many years, and I am considered the person who knows me, the leader of the Cangwu Sect, best.

I was probably the only one who could hear his hidden meaning, so I greeted Kong Ju early on.

"Alas, I have devoted my life to the master."

When he thought of his own wisdom, Shi Jinchi couldn't help but look back at Huangfu Ying.

However, I did not see the smiling, admiring look that I had imagined.

What greeted him were Huangfu Ying's silent eyes without any emotion.

Shi Jinchi was so scared that all his fat body trembled.

"over!"

(End of this chapter)