Qingshan got inspiration from Yin'er's dog tag and prepared to give each of his three apprentices a gift, so he took the time to enter the space.
Qingshan fished out three round, white, identically sized spirit stones from the spirit pond. He pulled out his scimitar and, using his orchid-like fingering technique, began carving the stones. White debris fell as Qingshan's scimitar swirled, as if carving a piece of tofu. Soon, the three spirit stones took on the shape Qingshan had envisioned.
Qingshan nodded with satisfaction, threaded the prepared tassels into the spirit stone, and returned to the room.
The Zhan family's living room had already prepared a table and tea for Ye Qian and Ye Zhi to formally become their disciples. Qingshan followed Zhan Kunpeng's instructions and sat in the main seat. He looked at Zhan Feng, who was standing behind Ye Zhi, and called him:
"Afeng, come here!"
Zhan Feng quickly came up to Qingshan and stood with his hands hanging down: "Master!"
"Ah Feng, when I first accepted you as my nominal disciple, I told you that if one day I accepted someone else as my disciple, even if he became my disciple later than you, you would still call him Senior Brother. Do you remember?"
Zhan Feng nodded and replied seriously: "Master, I remember it!"
"Today I officially accept Ye Qian and Ye Zhi as my disciples. They joined later than you and are younger than you. You call them senior brothers and sisters. Do you feel any resentment in your heart?"
Zhan Feng inexplicably felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He felt that if he didn't clarify himself this time, his master would not want him. Zhan Feng was anxious and afraid. His legs softened and he knelt down with a thud, almost crying:
"Master—I didn't! I anticipated this day would come when I became your disciple. I have no complaints. Master, please don't scare me—!"
Qingshan chuckled, stretched out her slender hand, grabbed the tea bowl on the table and handed it to Zhan Feng.
Zhan Feng took the tea bowl, a little confused, not knowing what the master meant.
"Master, I'm not thirsty..."
Zhan Kunpeng was so excited that his sharp eyebrows were shaking. Finally, he couldn't help but use the golden nanmu bracelet as a dart and hit his son on the head. Zhan Feng screamed "ouch" and almost dropped the tea bowl.
"You little bastard, Sister Qingshan wants to take you in as her disciple, but you're not even offering tea to your master? I told you to be careful when you pick your nose, damn, you've dug your brain out!"
Zhan Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, his hands trembling with excitement. He held the tea and handed it to Qingshan respectfully, but his hands were shaking so violently that the tea lid and the tea bowl kept colliding with each other, destroying the solemn atmosphere.
Qingshan took the tea, took a sip symbolically, put it aside, took out a jade pendant from his arms and handed it to Zhan Feng.
"Thousands of years ago, Senior Xuan Huizi founded the Ciyi Sect, the forefather of our sect. He has many disciples, all of whom are dedicated to helping the world and are benevolent and kind. Zhan Feng, you are kind-hearted and generous. Although you lack medical talent and cannot inherit my teachings, your character and martial arts skills make you worthy of the position of my eldest disciple. I hope you will continue to improve your martial arts. In the future, as disciples of the Ciyi Sect, we will travel the world and save lives. We need wealth, friends, and the Dharma, and we will need your support!"
"Disciple will follow Master's instructions!"
Zhan Feng's eyes welled with tears as he clutched the jade pendant Qingshan had given him, caressing it lovingly. The jade pendant was the size of a baby's fist, and crystal white. On the front, three large characters—"Ci Yi Men"—were carved in silver and iron hooks. On the back, the character "Feng" (Feng) was written in equally powerful strokes. A navy blue tasseled necklace dangled beneath the pendant, giving it a simple and elegant look.
"Get up!"
Zhan Feng put away the jade pendant, stood behind Qingshan with his hands hanging down, raised his eyes to look at Zhan Kunpeng, and happened to see his father secretly wiping away tears.
When Zhan Kunpeng raised his eyes, he met his son's red eyes. He felt a little embarrassed that both father and son had shallow eye sockets. He glared at Zhan Feng fiercely, snorted, and turned his head to continue watching Ye Qian and Ye Zhi serve tea.
Ye Qian and Ye Zhi knelt down, tea bowls in hand, and performed the solemn ceremony of becoming disciples. They also received a token of their sect, with their names engraved on the back: "Qian" and "Zhi."
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