Chapter 393: Danfeng’s disciple-recruiting ceremony, the Holy Son’s golden crown! 【2/4, please
Chapter 393: Danfeng’s disciple-recruiting ceremony, the Holy Son’s golden crown! 【24, please subscribe】
May 3rd
The Changsheng Valley Mountain Gate, which had always been deserted, suddenly became lively!
At this critical moment when all the sects were fighting, Danfeng Yu Qingyan held such a high-profile ceremony to recruit disciples. No matter what grudges or hatreds they had, all the forces had to come and congratulate him openly.
Early in the morning, flying boats from various major forces arrived one after another!
Yanyue Sect, Divine Sword Sect, Corpse Demon Sect...
The Jindan Chen family, the Jindan Lu family, the Jindan Xu family...
Babaozhai, Sihai Commercial Bank, Wanling Pavilion...
One after another, flying boats flying the flags of various major forces were quietly parked above the mountain gate. Countless small forces were flocking in from the distance. The scene could be said to be quite grand.
People in Changsheng Valley also take this very seriously!
Although this is the Danfeng disciple-recruiting ceremony, in fact the Grand Master has personally said that Wei Han will be promoted to the sect's Holy Son at the same time, so this is also a big event for Changsheng Valley.
The entire sect is coordinated by the External Affairs Hall and the Internal Affairs Hall.
Not only were there lights and decorations everywhere, but everything from receiving guests to welcoming and seeing off guests was done properly. It can be seen that the sect is very experienced in hosting various grand ceremonies.
It’s noon time!
The main hall of the First Peak was crowded with people.
The place was packed with people coming to congratulate.
The elders from all the branches of the sect, the inner sect elite disciples, the true disciples, and several saint sons and saint daughters, as long as they did not go to the battlefield in the Weird Forest Secret Realm, all attended with great honor.
Even if Wei Han is unwilling to keep a low profile today!
He had to stand in the spotlight in a high-profile manner, and at the same time, he wore a purple-gold robe that was more noble and domineering than the robe of a true disciple.
This is a third-level advanced Holy Son robe!
The entire body is made of heavenly golden cicada silk, and every inch of the silk thread is incredibly expensive. Not only are there nine formations of different sizes inside, there is even a mini teleportation formation.
Not only can he withstand a full-strength attack from a late Jindan stage cultivator, but he can also be instantly teleported hundreds of miles away at the critical moment of life and death. Unless a Yuanying stage cultivator personally takes action, it is impossible for ordinary people to cause harm to him.
This is the essence of Changsheng Valley!
How important is a holy son? Just looking at a set of robes is enough to make countless people envious to the point of vomiting blood!
"The auspicious time has arrived, the disciple-recruiting ceremony has officially begun!"
A white-haired elder shouted loudly, and everyone fell silent and stepped aside.
The next thing was for the disciples of Changsheng Valley to kowtow to their ancestors. Rows of disciples began to kowtow and burn incense in front of the tablets in the ancestral hall in unison. The elders then read the eulogy. This series of procedures was both cumbersome and troublesome.
"My dear ancestors, I, your unfilial disciple Qing Yan, have the honor of being the elder of Danfeng. In order to protect the inheritance of Danfeng and the prosperity of the sect, I hereby accept you as my disciple. I hope that you will agree."
Yu Qingyan personally burned incense and kowtowed to report to the ancestor!
Wei Han also bowed respectfully and served tea behind him!
"Disciple Wei Han, hello to Master!"
"Bow down to all the ancestors!"
After Yu Qingyan took it, he poured the tea and toasted to the ground three times, and the ceremony of becoming a disciple was completed. As for Yudie's identity, she had already changed it, so there was no need to repeat it at this moment.
Following right on!
Yu Qingyan took a few steps back.
The white-haired elder who presided over the ceremony stepped forward personally, took a gilded copper crown from the maid's tray, and solemnly placed it on Wei Han's head.
"Wei Han, the fourth young master of Danfeng, is a man of virtuous character, filial piety, loyalty and faith! Following the order of our master, Mu Yuebai, I personally appoint you as the seventh holy son of our sect. I hope you will be loyal and wise, humble and kind, and have the sect in your heart!"
The white-haired elder gave a speech loudly!
The inner and outer sect disciples below bowed and shouted, "We pay our respects to the Holy Son!"
At this moment, Wei Han was wearing a gilded copper crown and a third-level purple-gold robe. Although he had no expression on his face, he inexplicably exuded a majestic aura, and a glance from him shocked countless disciples.
"Thank you for your kindness, Master, and thank you for your support, Elder!" Wei Han flicked his sleeves and said loudly, "I am treated well by the sect, and I will live up to the sect's cultivation and Master's high expectations."
"Okay, okay, hahaha!"
Yu Qingyan was satisfied, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Old Ghost Yu, you have accepted a good disciple. Congratulations!"
"This boy has a strong face and a noble destiny. He is indeed a good disciple. Congratulations to Changsheng Valley for having another Holy Son!"
"Hahaha, it's really worth the trip to witness Wei Shengzi's elegance with my own eyes today!"
All the elders and bigwigs from various forces were joking and complimenting him.
After all, everyone wants to carry a fancy sedan, and nice words don't cost money.
As long as they are not mortal enemies of the sect, they will still give some face in such a grand occasion as the promotion to the Son of God. Even if they are in a very ugly situation on weekdays, they will still smile like flowers today, just like relatives and friends.
Yu Qingyan brought his beloved disciple to pay a visit to the sect's big boss and get to know the elders of each peak. He was so busy that Wei Han's face was almost frozen from smiling.
He is not a people person!
However, anyone here is either rich or noble.
It was obviously not a good idea to have a sour face. At least he had to smile politely, so Wei Han just felt a little headache at the moment.
However, he remembered everyone's face, breath, identity, and background. As a king, he had to know clearly who he could offend and who he could not offend, so he worked very hard to memorize.
First of all, the three young masters of Danfeng!
They are senior sister Su Ruixue, second senior brother Zhao Ye, and third senior brother Xu Rufeng.
"Junior brother, congratulations! If we were not a little older and had the honor to become Master's disciples earlier, we would probably have to respectfully call you Saint Son today!"
"Yes, it's really enviable, Junior Brother is so lucky!"
"Junior brother, please take good care of us in the future!"
The three of them had smiles on their faces, but they couldn't hide the malice in their hearts.
Obviously, as fellow disciples, they had no intention of helping each other. They only regarded Wei Han as a competitor, fearing that he would snatch the inheritance of Danfeng from them.
Wei Han sneered and didn't bother to pay attention to them. He responded casually with a few words and continued to get to know other people. The invisible contempt in his voice made the three of them so angry that they almost wanted to vomit blood.
Next came the other Holy Sons and Holy Daughters!
They were extremely graceful and their aura was unfathomable. They just stood there quietly, but they stole away countless spots of attention.
At the same time, he was surrounded by many inner sect and true disciples who flattered him. Wei Han saw with his own eyes Xu Jinyan, who was at the top of the sect's prodigy list, and Liu Yefei, who was second on the list, fawning over him like younger brothers, while the saints and saintesses had indifferent faces.
Not only did they not like to talk to people, they even had no interest in Wei Han, the Seventh Holy Son. They were annoyed by him as if he were watching a bunch of jumping ants.
"Is it strange?" Yu Qingyan laughed and said, "These little guys are different from the glamorous second-generation immortals like Xu Jinyan and Liu Yefei. They are truly peerless geniuses. Each of them has reached the Golden Core stage at a young age. Although you are now a saint son, you are not worthy of their attention."
"As long as they give up the right to inherit the position of the next sect leader, they can immediately take over a peak and be promoted to elder. So sometimes they dare not even give face to us old guys. If it weren't for the order from our master, they would not bother to participate in such trivial matters."
Wei Han's mouth curled up slightly when he heard that.
He silently memorized the faces of several saints, but said nothing more.
In the world of immortal cultivation, strength has always been respected, and status and position are really nothing, so it is normal for others to ignore him.
"The road of life is long, and it is still unknown who will have the last laugh." Wei Han sneered in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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