The next day, Yangjia Village.
Early in the morning, the banks of the Qingshui River were filled with all kinds of boats, and people came to Yangjia Village in an endless stream.
Jiang Wanwan also learned from Jiang Beixing that there were a total of 5 people who came to the sect to become disciples, and they had all arrived.
One of them was a boy in a wheelchair.
The square in Yangjia Village was packed with people. Television crews, armed with cameras and microphones, were enthusiastically providing commentary.
There were also online celebrities holding up their phones to film and livestream, and many people joining in the fun were asking around among the villagers.
Jiang Wanwan summoned Lin Weiguo, who was staying at home, and also asked Jiang Beixing to urgently go to Dongshan to mobilize a team of guards to maintain order.
"Brother Lin, thank you for your hard work today. There are too many people, so someone needs to keep an eye on things."
Lin Weiguo put down his iPad and solemnly promised that he would do a good job in security and defense.
Yang Youcai, the village chief of Yangjia Village, was extremely busy. However, despite his busy schedule, he was in a very good mood because Yangjia Village was about to usher in a major opportunity.
Yang Youcai was a shrewd man. He knew this was a rare opportunity and he had to seize it.
So when he learned that Jiang Dahe needed a place to serve as a trading market, he immediately took action and organized a group of villagers to temporarily set up small stalls in the square according to Jiang Dahe's requirements.
Although these stalls are simple, they can meet basic trading needs.
The village is now filled with spiritual energy, and the villagers are bringing out their own spiritual fruits, vegetables, and local specialties to sell.
"Xiao Yan, this place is indeed a beautiful spot with clear waters and lush mountains, but is the village having some kind of festival today? Why are there so many people?"
Mo Yan's father, Mo Fei, felt refreshed and his chest felt much lighter after staying in Yangjia Village for a short while.
You should know that he worked on construction sites for many years and was frequently exposed to dust, so he already had lung problems, and every breath he took was unusually heavy.
"The Free and Unfettered Sect will be accepting new disciples today, Mom and Dad! I will definitely stand up again!" A strong belief surged in Mo Yan's heart.
Mo Yan's eyes shone brightly, as if a flame was burning within them.
He felt the rich spiritual energy in the village, and every cell in his body became excited, making the circulation in his dantian smoother and smoother.
Just then, a melodious and ancient horn sounded, breaking the surrounding tranquility.
Upon hearing this voice, everyone's gaze turned to the high platform in the center of the square. A beautiful young woman in a white dress slowly walked onto the platform, her figure graceful and her steps light, like a fairy descending to earth.
This person is none other than Jiang Wanwan, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Her skin was as white as snow, her features were exquisite, and her large eyes sparkled with bright light. Her lips were slightly upturned, carrying a faint smile, giving people a friendly and warm feeling.
After walking to the center of the platform, Jiang Wanwan gently raised her hands, signaling everyone to be quiet.
She looked around and then said in a clear, melodious voice, "Welcome, friends from afar. I hope you will find something of value in the village."
As Jiang Wanwan finished speaking, cheers erupted from the audience. People waved their arms excitedly, their faces beaming with joy.
However, Jiang Wanwan was not affected by the excitement in front of her; she remained calm and composed.
She raised her hand and pressed down, and a powerful aura emanated from her, instantly silencing the crowd.
"Five disciples who have come to become disciples, please come to the front desk for a spiritual root test."
Mo Yan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes fixed firmly on the platform, and slowly turned his wheelchair, moving forward step by step.
Zhao Ziyang patted Zhao Xiaoyun on the shoulder to encourage her.
Zhao Xiaoyun's face showed no trace of burns at this moment. She walked forward with ease, her eyes full of anticipation for the future.
Soon, the five people gathered together: three men and two women.
They were all young men and women, their faces radiating youthful energy and vitality.
Jiang Wanwan stood in front of everyone. She casually waved her arm, and five transparent glass balls appeared in front of each of the five people. These glass balls emitted a mysterious light and seemed to possess some kind of special power.
"Gently place your hands on the glass ball, close your eyes, concentrate, and begin meditating!"
Jiang Wanwan spoke softly, her voice conveying a gentle yet firm tone.
The five of them stretched out their hands and carefully placed their palms on the glass ball.
They closed their eyes and, following Jiang Wanwan's instructions, began to enter a meditative state.
As time passed, the glass spheres gradually emitted a faint light, resonating with their bodies.
The light seemed to be exploring the potential within them, trying to reveal the spiritual attributes they possessed.
The whole scene was solemn and mysterious, and everyone held their breath, anticipating the outcome of the ceremony.
Even Elder Xia inside the space was alarmed. He put down his phone and couldn't wait to come out of the space to see the test results for himself.
"Huh! That child in the wheelchair actually has a Heavenly Spiritual Root? That's really unexpected!"
Elder Xia couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. The Heavenly Spiritual Root is an extremely rare type of spiritual root, whose cultivation speed is several times faster than that of ordinary spiritual roots, and it does not encounter any bottlenecks when forming the Core.
Such talent is truly rare, and Elder Xia hinted to Jiang Wanwan that she must take this child into the sect.
Mo Yan was immersed in a wonderful state at this moment. He felt that the spiritual energy around him had become exceptionally familiar, as if he could dance with it.
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