"Stand up and tell us in detail what happened."
The sect leader was very kind, and A-Jiang gradually accepted the situation.
She briefly recounted what had happened; in fact, it was impossible for her to say more. They had only met three times and barely exchanged a few words. Who knew what would suddenly drive him crazy?
After listening to A-Jiang's account, the Long-Browed True Monarch said, "Hmm, it seems to be just a trigger. Although the Green Wood Demon King's rank is not high, he is a wood spirit who has cultivated for thousands of years. He just lacks a little opportunity. This may be the reason why he has been lingering in our sect. Perhaps he has already sensed something."
Ajahn looked him over and saw that his hair and beard were all white, and he looked the oldest.
After he finished speaking, the several green-robed bigwigs nodded, and the sect leader replied with a smile, "Senior Uncle, your opinion is excellent. In your opinion, how should this disciple be placed now?"
Ajahn bowed his head and lowered his eyes, awaiting the judgment of fate.
I wonder if the Qinglian Sect has a secret cave similar to the Huashan Sect's Cliff of Repentance, where wicked disciples are imprisoned to reflect on their mistakes.
Didn't Linghu Chong just happen to meet Feng Qingyang on the Cliff of Contemplation and thus learn his true teachings?
So, will I be able to find a glimmer of hope or an unexpected surprise in this unknown darkness?
"Bai Chongjiang, do you disagree?" The voice echoed in the silence, but A-Jiang's heart was churning with turmoil.
"Disagree with what?"
A-Jiang heard a voice ask her something. The voice sounded familiar; it was the same person who had praised her earlier. But she couldn't hear what the question was.
Seeing Ah Jiang's dazed expression, the elders frowned, wondering if their earlier idea had been hasty.
The sect leader spoke up, "Uncle-Master Gu wants to take you as his last disciple, are you unwilling?"
Huh? The sect leader's uncle wants to take her as a disciple? Is this true?!
A-Jiang excitedly looked up at the several green-robed grandmasters, wondering which one was the Grandmaster Gu that the sect leader had mentioned.
At that moment, a man in green came up to her.
He asked, "I am Gu Luozhou, the Supreme Elder of this sect, with the Daoist name Mingchuan. Would you like to become my disciple?"
Ajahn looked closely and was immediately filled with a sense of awe.
Without hesitation, she knelt down, clasped her hands together, and respectfully said, "Disciple Bai Chongjiang greets Master."
A-Jiang knew perfectly well that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, one that he absolutely could not miss, given the powerful Nascent Soul cultivator before him.
"Yes, get up."
The other party responded casually, their voice calm and profound, like a gentle spring breeze and a silent, nourishing rain.
"This is a gift from your teacher to you upon meeting you. Take it for self-defense."
After saying that, he gave her three magical artifacts that shone with spiritual light. No, even if it was his master, they should be spiritual artifacts, right?
She happily accepted it and bowed to express her gratitude.
The weapons used by cultivators are collectively called magic weapons, which are divided into magic tools, spiritual tools, immortal tools, and divine tools.
Among them, only treasures and above are ranked, divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. Spiritual artifacts are already rare, immortal artifacts are even rarer, and divine artifacts only exist in legends.
Even though you already have a half-step divine artifact, who would complain about having too many treasures?
Then, the sect leader smiled and led A-Jiang towards the group of bigwigs present.
Now that he is A Jiang's senior brother, he naturally has the responsibility to take good care of this newly initiated junior sister.
Beneath the sect leader's smiling exterior lies a sarcastic and critical soul.
Who would have thought that I, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator with a bone age of 1,600, would actually have a junior sister in the Qi Refining stage?
Other bigwigs also had various complaints in their hearts.
[Junior sister it is. Qi Refining stage is fine. As Uncle Gu's disciple, she won't lack cultivation resources. As long as she's not a good-for-nothing, she can reach the Golden Core stage with just a pile of pills.]
[Although my junior sister is young, she has a disciple of the Demon King. So, by that logic, the Demon King is practically my nephew! The sect leader is indeed cunning!]
Each of them had an unfathomable light in their eyes. Ah Jiang felt the pressure from these big shots, but at the same time, he was filled with anticipation and excitement.
The gifts from the big shots were dazzling, including all kinds of rare spirit stones, magic treasures, pills... each one was priceless and enough to drive any cultivator crazy.
Ah Jiang's hands trembled slightly as she accepted the gifts, feeling as if she had suddenly become rich overnight.
During this process, A-Jiang formally met the core figures of the Qinglian Sect.
Some of them are as fierce as tigers, some as refined as the wind, and some as profound as the sea... Each of them has their own unique charm and style.
A-Jiang knew that these big shots were the backbone of the Qinglian Sect, and it was they who supported the prosperity and strength of the Qinglian Sect.
Mingchuan Zhenjun took out a seal of unknown material, muttered incantations, and lightly rubbed his finger on the seal, instantly carving Ajiang's name on the spot.
Looking at the name, A-Jiang knew that this seal was not just a simple mark, but a symbol of identity.
He casually handed it to her: "Take this to the Hall of Affairs and find the disciples to collect the sect's supplies. From today onwards, you are a core disciple of the sect."
The sect leader instructed a disciple to take A-Jiang to settle in.
“Your disciple obeys.” A-Jiang bowed and withdrew.
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