Every five years, Xuantian Sect holds a competition among its disciples.
Based on age, disciples under 30 years old are grouped together, disciples over 30 years old and under 60 years old are grouped together, and disciples over 60 years old and under 100 years old are grouped together.
The disciples used all kinds of martial arts, striving to get a good ranking and show their strength.
It was the first day of the competition, so all the high-level leaders of Xuantian Sect who were not in seclusion were present.
In the VIP stands, the one in the center at the top wearing a noble purple robe is the current leader of Xuantian Sect, Yuanxu Zhenjun.
Including her, the Peak Master of Danfeng, the Peak Master of Yafeng, the Peak Master of Qifeng, the Peak Master of Chifeng, the Peak Master of Yanxiafeng... ten of the Peak Masters of the twelve peaks were present.
Looking at them calmly, Lin Xiaoman matched each person with the characters in his memory.
Because it was the first day of the disciples' competition, the current group was only for those under 30 years old, and in line with the principle that the masters would appear last, the contestants on the ring at this time were almost all acquired martial artists who had not even entered the Qi training stage.
On average in Tianze Continent, most cultivators start practicing Qi at the age of 50, while on average in Xuantian Sect, they start practicing Qi at the age of 30.
Therefore, there was nothing interesting to watch on the first day of the competition.
Perhaps because they were also feeling bored, the sect leader Yuan Xu Zhenjun quickly left the scene. As soon as the sect leader left, the peak masters also found excuses to leave one after another.
Everyone left, and of course Lin Xiaoman followed the crowd and left early.
Xuantian Sect is located in the Qingxuan Mountains, with green mountains and clear waters, and peaks standing tall in the clouds, which is very artistic.
The only means of transportation in the world of immortal cultivation is flying swords!
Flying with a sword!!
Oh my god!!
When Lin Xiaoman stepped on the flying sword, soared up and flew across the sky, he was so excited.
'Boom! Boom! Boom!'
My heart is about to jump out!
If she didn't have to maintain her status as the head of a peak, she really wanted to scream.
Yo ho!
So exciting!
After making waves in the air and flying a long circle to satisfy his passion for flying with a sword, Lin Xiaoman turned a corner and flew towards the Xuantian Sect's library.
After using the memory storage grid, Lin Xiaoman knew that the original owner's memories were not her memories. The stored memories were what she saw and heard in the world after she arrived. All the memories would be presented in the form of a movie.
The role of the memory storage grid can also be understood in this way, using her own eyes and ears as cameras to save everything she hears and sees in the world.
So, hurry up and make a movie!
Lin Xiaoman was eager to review all the techniques of the Xuantian Sect and include them in his own movie. No matter if they were useful or not, it was better to be prepared!
Just as Lin Xiaoman was sprinting towards the library, secretly planning to plagiarize, the electronic sound of the system suddenly rang.
'Master, Master, System 93 has initiated a temporary chat and sent you a message.'
"What did he say?" "Brake, stop!" Lin Xiaoman hovered in the air in a manner that did not conform to Newton's law of gravity.
"Master, No. 93 says: Rookie, come and join me!"
Lin Xiaoman: ...
What happened to the rookie? Did the rookie eat your rice?!
Okay, the rookie has joined the team.
When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. As a rookie, you must firmly cling to the boss's legs!
This is the first big guy who took the initiative to contact her. Although his tone is not very good, maybe he is a kind-hearted big guy who is willing to help others!
'Ask him where he is.'
'Number 93 has sent a message. He said, Da Zongfeng, Xinzi Courtyard in Huangzi District, outer disciple, Yun Mo.'
With a slight frown, Lin Xiaoman retrieved the relevant memories in the blink of an eye. Dazong Peak is the base of Xuantian Sect. Most of the basic buildings are in Dazong Peak. New disciples are also arranged in Dazong Peak. It is the place with the most people and the most lively place in the entire sect.
Two months before the sect competition, Xuantian Sect opens its doors to accept disciples, so No. 93 is a new disciple?
However, the yellow zone is where the five spiritual roots disciples who have no talent are located. For the five spiritual roots disciples, the limit is to cultivate to the fifth or sixth level of Qi training.
Could it be a five spiritual root?
Moreover, an outer disciple named Yun Mo?
After searching his memory carefully, Lin Xiaoman couldn't remember that such a person would appear in Xuantian Sect later.
So, starting at Bronze? Is this a challenge? Are you so willful?
With doubts in mind, Lin Xiaoman flew on his flying sword to the management office of the courtyard where the outer disciples of Dazong Peak were located.
As soon as Lin Xiaoman entered the room, the elder in charge hurriedly came to greet him and bowed respectfully, saying, "I am Sun Yue, the steward of Dazongfeng, and I pay my respects to Master Jinfeng."
"Manager Sun, there's no need to be so polite." Lin Xiaoman imitated Luo Ning's usual style, being easygoing and without airs.
"Master Jinfeng, if there is anything I can do for you, please let me know."
"I plan to open up a few new medicinal gardens and need to find a few disciples to take care of them."
"It is an honor for us disciples to be able to manage the medicine garden for the Master. I wonder what the Master requires. Does he need an alchemy apprentice with a certain foundation?"
"It's just some odd jobs. No need to bother. I'll pick a few from the outer disciples. Bring out the roster of new disciples this year so I can see it."
"Okay, please wait a moment, Master."
Soon, Sun Yue handed over a thick list.
Among the new disciples this year, those with good talents have already been taken away by various peaks. The rest are all misfits who are not in the eyes of the peak masters and elders. Most of them have five or four spiritual roots.
If you are lucky enough to be able to refine your essence into Qi and enter the Qi training stage before the age of 30, then you still have a chance to become an inner disciple. Otherwise, you can only be an outer disciple for the rest of your life, either working as a handyman in the sect or as an outsider in the secular world.
After flipping through the list, it was found that the remaining ones were those with five spiritual roots and four spiritual roots, who had no future.
Pretending to choose carefully, Lin Xiaoman flipped through the books and went straight to the yellow area, where he found a disciple named Yun Mo.
12 years old, five spiritual roots, an ordinary person who has not yet practiced, a young prince from a small country in the secular world.
After calling Yun Mo's name, Lin Xiaoman seemed to randomly call a total of five people, three men and two women.
"Just them."
"Please wait a moment, Master. I will notify them to come over."
After a while, young boys and girls arrived one after another.
The moment the young boy in a gorgeous dark silk suit walked in, Lin Xiaoman's system immediately rang.
"Master, No. 93 said: Rookie, that's me, please accept me as your apprentice!"
Lin Xiaoman was silent for a moment, but a gentle smile appeared on his face. He waved and asked in a friendly manner, "What's your name?"
"Disciple Yun Mo, greets the ancestor."
"I feel like you and I are destined to be together. Would you like to become my disciple?"
"Yes! Disciple Yun Mo, greetings to Master!"
After asking two questions, the master-disciple relationship was established. Sun Yue's eyes widened at this development. Is this possible?
Is it so easy for a real person to accept a disciple?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
