Chapter 46 Team
A steady stream of disciples were teleported in, until the room was almost full and then the number gradually decreased. The last one to come in was Jiao Xing.
Jiao Xing rarely changed into a gorgeous dark green robe with a black flying swallow pattern. The spiritual energy contained in the robe almost made his face and body misty. If it weren't for the pair of huge bags under his eyes that were faintly visible, Luo Xuanyi would hardly recognize him.
"Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time. Those present are all our inner disciples, the sect's most loyal disciples, so there's no need to hide anything." Jiao Xing coughed, catching his breath amid the murmurs of the crowd before continuing, "This time we're heading to Jingyunpo to explore the newly discovered ruins of the Ancient Soul Palace. Don't worry, advance disciples have already gone there to explore. Although the ruins are restricted, they can still be breached."
Upon hearing about the advance team, most disciples secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of sect mission was mandatory, and if it proved too difficult, it might as well be a gamble to escape. No one felt a sense of belonging to the sect anyway. Having advance intelligence or not could make a world of difference. Adjustments to the ruins' characteristics could improve survival, eliminating the need to risk Elder Yan's curse and flee.
Jiao Xing glanced around, passing over the deacons whose faces remained gloomy and hypocritical, and continued, "The ruins are a cave dwelling left behind by an alchemist from the Myriad Souls Sect. They're not particularly offensive, but you need to prepare elixirs to counter them. These elixirs will be provided by the disciples of the Danxin Pavilion. All expenses for this exploration will still follow the usual practice, either paid in spirit stones or with secret treasures and herbs discovered in the ruins. However, all written books must belong to the sect. Anyone who dares to keep them privately will be put to death."
Luo Xuanyi felt something was amiss, but having no experience outside, she couldn't articulate it. She simply wondered. Given the level of attention being paid, the intelligence seemed too weak. But seeing no one in the room objected, she kept quiet, remaining vigilant.
After a burst of clamor, a red-robed disciple, surrounded by others, stood up and shouted, "Since we're just exploring the ruins, the deacon's summons is way too hasty. Furthermore, this is a mandatory mission from the sect, and they're asking us to pay for everything ourselves. That's pretty presumptuous of them."
This red-robed disciple was a direct disciple of the three elders, the third of whom was Elder Wen. Every part of his body was precious, which showed how much grace he had received. After he spoke first, the disciples around him also rushed to shout.
Jiao Xing glanced at him calmly, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and uttered a few words casually: "This is the order of the three elders."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately shrank back, except for a few people who were stubbornly surrounding the red-robed disciple and intentionally blocking his retreat. Several deacons finally came out of the crowd and stood behind Jiao Xing.
After confirming that no one still had any objections, Jiao Xing didn't want to care what they thought. Anyway, he had to stay in Feiyan Pavilion, and it was none of his business if there was a riot in the middle of the journey.
"Since there are no other objections, everyone will be divided into twelve teams of 100 people each, with three deacons leading each team. Each team will be equipped with a disciple from the Danxin Pavilion and an alchemy furnace. Once the distribution is complete, please go to the square and prepare to depart."
After reading it quickly, almost like reading an official document, Jiao Xing immediately left the room. Since he wasn't joining the group, what was he changing into? Luo Xuanyi couldn't help but feel a little curious, but the crowd quickly obscured her view.
The only two people who can truly be called disciples of Danxin Pavilion are Su Yang and Luo Xuanyi. The others are just extras, and they are simply brought in to make up the numbers because there are no other people who are good at alchemy.
Alchemy is a boring and slow-paced task, and one also needs a large amount of knowledge of texts and even history to understand the alchemy recipes and ancient recipes. Therefore, even if they do not need to make the alchemy themselves, the disciples of Danxin Pavilion are in high demand as a knowledge base, because even the inner disciples dare not say that their knowledge reserves are greater than that of the alchemist.
These inner disciples had worked their way up from the bottom to their current positions, and none of them were naive and inexperienced. They all knew that besides strength, knowledge was sometimes even more important than magic weapons when exploring ruins. If it weren't for the constant need to improve their cultivation to avoid being killed and used as a stepping stone, none of them would have been unaware of the study of ancient books.
Only the Danxin Pavilion of Ruoyu Peak didn't have to worry about this. Even outer disciples like Chen Rong had plenty of time to browse through books, let alone Su Yang and Luo Xuanyi. These two were like pieces of fat meat in a wolf pack; if they weren't worried about poison, they would have been carved up and devoured long ago.
Just as Luo Xuanyi and the other woman were at a loss, Sikong Qian and another female deacon pushed their way through the crowd and arrived in front of them. To be precise, Sikong Qian used his strength to fling everyone in front of him away, clearing a path for himself, while the woman slipped through the crowd as smoothly and silently as a flat shadow to reach Luo Xuanyi.
Half of her black hair was cut short to her ears, the other half cascading down her back. She wore no ornaments, yet she was remarkably gorgeous—her face like a peach blossom in full bloom on a spring day, her lips naturally curved like a crescent moon. Beneath a black cloak embroidered with red branches, her long, cinnabar-stained dress filled Luo Xuanyi's field of vision with vibrant crimson. Surprisingly, until she took the initiative to gaze upon Luo Xuanyi, such a gorgeous beauty had escaped anyone's notice.
Over there, Sikong Qian had already brought Su Yang to his team. The woman in front of him raised her hand very gracefully and brushed Luo Xuanyi's shoulder. She bent down slightly and looked into Luo Xuanyi's eyes. The misty amber eyes seemed to express her endless affection.
"Hello, my little junior sister. I am Feng Wutong, the head deacon of Guizang Temple. Come join my team. I will protect you well."
There wasn't a particularly alluring tone in her voice, but Luo Xuanyi could barely contain herself from nodding in agreement. Feng Wutong was definitely using some trick, but Luo Xuanyi couldn't tell. Conversely, she didn't need to. Feng Wutong was definitely powerful enough, even far surpassing Sikong Qian. Luo Xuanyi pretended not to notice, nodding with a look of trust and fondness.
Satisfied, Feng Wutong lifted Luo Xuanyi up and swept out of the crowd like a puff of smoke. Luo Xuanyi felt that after she looked away, even in her arms, she could barely perceive her, her features blurry, a shuddering feeling. Without further questioning, she sat obediently on Feng Wutong's arm, waiting for him to assign her to a team.
Feng Wutong seemed to enjoy holding Luo Xuanyi, carrying her directly as she went to gather her own team. The strong naturally command the banner. Feng Wutong simply smiled, and Luo Xuanyi felt a strange surge of spiritual energy dissipate the aura surrounding Feng Wutong, and Feng Wutong immediately appeared clearly in her memory. She quickly closed her eyes, sensing the aftermath of the spiritual energy and silently recording it.
As Feng Wutong unleashed the secret technique to conceal his aura, the inner disciples immediately poured in like a tide. First to join the group were the Guizang Temple disciples, followed by the Feiyan Pavilion, and then the other disciples. The red-robed disciple and his group of followers also joined Feng Wutong's group. The team was soon complete. The other deacons followed suit, and the twelve teams huddled together before being collectively teleported by Jiao Xing to the front of the Feiyan Pavilion.
Luo Xuanyi looked at the countless people in front of her and took a breath.
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