The apprenticeship ceremony has ended.
As Mo Wen finished speaking, Ruan Qingyu, who was standing beside him, bowed slightly and paid her respects to the outside of Xuantian Sect.
The next moment, a phantom yet conspicuous human figure slowly appeared.
"Could it be that Daoist Qingchen has emerged from the Lesser Saint Realm? This is not appropriate..." Someone stopped speaking before finishing, because he could see that the illusory figure was indeed illusory, not the real body that had shifted its form.
"I've heard that things haven't been peaceful in the Lesser Saint Realm these past few days, and Daoist Qingchen has even sent out an avatar, which shows how much he values this closed-door disciple."
The others nodded in agreement: "It was said many years ago that Elder Mo was to take on a disciple on behalf of the Dao Lord. The fact that he sent an avatar to witness the ceremony today shows that this disciple is very much to the Dao Lord's liking."
Who is Daoist Qingchen? Not to mention his reputation within the Xuantian Sect, he is a top-tier sword cultivator even among the three major sects of the four continents.
To this day, no rising star has been able to match the fame that Qingchen Daojun enjoyed when he first explored the Dao of Swords. Especially during the Nascent Soul stage, which is most suitable for finding a Daoist partner, many fairies and even the proud daughters of heaven are willing to go to Xuantian Sect to meet Qingchen Daojun.
Unfortunately, this Daoist Master doesn't cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness, yet he seems to have entered it. Even now, many sect leaders and elders in prestigious sects still grit their teeth at Li Qingchen.
Standing to the left of Mo Wen was Liu Yan. She unfurled a scroll, looked around, and then spoke in a loud voice.
"Qingyun Manor gifted a single paulownia seed, Beast Taming Sect gifted a set of Morning Sun Armor, and Xianyun Sect gifted ten thousand catties of Fire Crystal Stones..."
As the chanting gradually spread outwards, the monks who had come to observe the ceremony from inside to outside the main hall couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"Qingchen Daojun's closed-door disciple is truly blessed. I've never seen such fine things even at the Nascent Soul Ancestor's birthday banquet." Such a generous gift has made more than just one or two people envious.
Nodding, a cultivator standing near the speaker, though not familiar with the speaker, noted that most of those who came to witness the ceremony were acquainted with the Xuan Tian Sect.
"Although the Nascent Soul Ancestor is powerful, Daoist Qingchen not only has a high cultivation level, but is also invincible among those of the same realm. If he were not currently outside the Four Continents, he would probably still be suppressing all the geniuses and have no chance of rising to prominence."
In the end, the man shook his head, clearly nostalgic for the old days.
Those who couldn't stand it rolled their eyes: "Hmph, showing off like this, who knows how they'll die later."
"Fellow Daoist, aren't you afraid of getting beaten up when you go outside if you say such things here?"
"Absolutely, absolutely! Daoist Qingchen held this disciple-acceptance ceremony so that everyone would know the name of his last disciple. If anyone is foolish enough to injure his disciple, wouldn't they be waiting for retaliation to come knocking on their door?"
"You know what, I really didn't think of that."
These people might be exaggerating because they have no future dealings with Ruan Qingyu. But those like Ruan Qingyu, who will be determined to win in the sect competition which lasts less than a year, don't think that way.
"This person was accepted as a disciple by the Dao Lord, which shows that his strength is not to be underestimated. We need to adjust our methods again." In the crowd, a young man whispered to his companion.
"It's good that she's showing off now. She's been keeping an eye on our side for a while now, so it's perfect that everyone's going to look at this Ruan Qingyu. Hmph." A girl with her arms crossed looked at the elegantly dressed girl in the center of the crowd, her eyes full of determination.
The noisy crowd did not deter Ruan Qingyu from patiently listening to Liu Yan's explanation of the ceremony, her mind preoccupied with how to use these precious items when she returned home.
Suddenly, the clone standing high in the sky raised its hand, and three yellow talismans flew out, falling straight towards Ruan Qingyu.
Seeing this, Ruan Qingyu opened her hands and steadily caught the talisman. Along with the talisman came a golden-red storage bag. After giving these two items, the clone of Daoist Qingchen quietly disappeared.
The only remaining sentence was: "Cultivate diligently, your master will be waiting for you to come to the Lesser Saint Realm."
Mo Wen glanced quickly at the light and shadow of the clone as it dissipated, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that his master had indeed left. He knew his master's personality all too well, and it was best that his master hadn't done anything shocking during the disciple-recruiting ceremony.
But this thought came quickly and went just as fast, simply because Ruan Qingyu patted his shoulder and asked, "Senior brother, is this storage bag really something that Master would give us?"
Mo Wen frowned, a premonition that things weren't going well, and quickly glanced at the screen with his divine sense: "!"
The storage bag contained everything from millions of spirit stones to various pills, even some thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, and even a rare flame of considerable quality.
He closed his eyes briefly, fully understanding the reason for his master's generosity. His former senior brothers and sisters had lamented that if Mo Wen had retained his youthful appearance, his master would surely have cherished him dearly.
Unfortunately, Mo Wen, who had been practicing divination for many years, was most fond of his old-man appearance and rarely showed his youthful appearance. As a result, Daoist Qingchen complained about it every day, and even after he went to the Lesser Sacred Realm, he would occasionally come to ask his little disciple if he had changed his appearance.
“You can accept this from your master without worry. You are the last disciple of my Qiankun Gua First Gua, and your master likes you very much.” Mo Wen said with a hint of gritted teeth at the end.
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qingyu glanced at Mo Wen and inexplicably felt that her trusted senior brother seemed somewhat depressed.
Unable to understand the connection between these events, Ruan Qingyu simply looked at the three separately released yellow talismans. The material of these talismans should be the fur of some kind of demonic beast, as they were warm to the touch.
But when she gently touched it with her fingertips, she felt a sharp, cutting sensation. To her surprise, she looked closer and saw that the patterns on it were deep and had a silvery-white sheen.
After touching it with divine sense, the chilling sensation became even stronger.
Seeing that she seemed stunned, Mo Wen couldn't help but look at the talisman in her left hand and instantly understood: "This talisman should contain the three sword energies that Master currently possesses the most profound strength. In the future, when encountering an opponent who is difficult to defeat, you can throw it directly."
Even against a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, these three talismans could give them a run for their money. Not to mention, each sword qi talisman represents Li Qingchen's full-force attack; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a life-saving trump card.
Upon hearing Mo Wen's words, Ruan Qingyu's expression hardened; this thing was indeed valuable. It was even a hundred times more valuable than the contents of the storage bag.
After carefully storing the talisman in her storage bracelet, Ruan Qingyu looked solemnly at Elder Cihang of the Enforcement Hall who was waiting to the side.
After Cihang routinely recited the blessing and urged her to remember the sect's rules after becoming the last disciple, the disciple-acceptance ceremony finally came to a complete end.
However, she herself was unaware of the undercurrents between various sects regarding Ruan Qingyu, and even if she had known, she wouldn't have cared, since her most important thing had never been fame or rewards.
Inside the sect leader's study, in the dim light, a person sat upright at a desk, flipping through books.
Not far from the desk, a woman in purple was kneeling to one side. She was bowing slightly, not daring to make any sudden movements, showing great respect for the person in front of the desk.
After a while, a dull thud came from the desk as a book closed. Wenhe Daojun lowered his eyes and looked at Lu Siyao, who was kneeling there, and asked, "Did you go to see it?"
Lu Siyao didn't dare to look up: "I went, and the ceremony went very smoothly."
"I've heard that disciple has excellent aptitude, and she should be in the competition as well." As the acting sect leader of Xuantian Sect, Wenhe should be upright and dignified, and he certainly appeared so. However, his drooping eyes made him look sinister.
"It is because this disciple is dull-witted that I failed to catch the eye of Daoist Qingchen and am unworthy of being his closed-door disciple," Lu Siyao said after a moment's hesitation, forcing herself to speak.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wenhe slammed his hand on the desk, instantly shattering it into pieces. Wood chips flew everywhere, but Lu Siyao dared not move, letting the wood chips glide across her cheeks, leaving red marks.
"Get out. If you don't do well in this year's competition, you don't need to come back." Wen He didn't even raise his head. He picked up the sect's official business that he hadn't dealt with yet and started reading it.
Lu Siyao lowered her head, her expression a mixture of helplessness and confusion. Why was her great-uncle getting angry more and more easily? He wasn't like this before.
After Lu Siyao left, the screen beside Wenhe suddenly moved, revealing a very conspicuous black veil at the bottom.
If asked who has been the most prominent figure in the Xuantian Sect these days, many disciples could immediately say: Ruan Qingyu, the closed-door disciple of Daoist Qingchen.
However, no one knew how many people had met or been on good terms with Ruan Qingyu.
When Liu Yan arrived to find Ruan Qingyu with news of the sect competition, he was meditating in his courtyard. He wasn't circulating his cultivation techniques, but patiently sensing the fire elemental energy between heaven and earth.
Just as he was about to speak, he noticed a small figure on the wooden table in the courtyard move. He turned his head and saw that the little figure, dressed in a blue robe, was sitting on the wooden table reading a book.
It wasn't his hand that moved just now, but rather his clothes, which seemed to be much too big for him, that caused them to be blown up by the wind.
"Qingyu, did you make a doll?" Liu Yan turned her head curiously, and at that moment Ruan Qingyu had already stood up and walked over.
Seeing Wutong sitting at the wooden table reading a book, Ruan Qingyu said with a hint of helplessness, "Yes, I tried making a small wooden puppet."
Originally, I didn't plan to make a puppet for Wutong so soon. However, the Wutong seed given by Qingyun Manor at the last apprenticeship ceremony, although not from the same source as Wutong's original body, was the most suitable material.
However, there were only so many wutong seeds, so Ruan Qingyu had to make a palm-sized puppet for the wutong to parasitize. To her surprise, the wutong adapted very well and liked the body very much.
"They're much cuter than the mechanical puppets from Duantian Mountain," Liu Yan said with a smile, reaching out to touch Wutong's head.
Seeing this, Ruan Qingyu reached out to stop him, and the book-reading Wutong visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Senior Sister Liu, you must have something important to discuss with me today?" Ruan Qingyu took Liu's arm and led her to a seat.
Liu Yan waved her hand, but did not sit down: "Originally, I just wanted to send you a message, but I just came from Jin Chengcheng's place, so I came to tell you on the way that we need to participate in the sect's internal competition in seven days, and then participate in the sect competition."
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