Chapter 25: The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 2
Two months later, the triennial trial for independent cultivators will officially begin.
In the world of cultivation, independent cultivators are at the bottom of the heap. Without the support of a sect, they are vulnerable to attack and lack stable cultivation resources. Therefore, most promising cultivators strive to join a sect.
If you want to enter the major sects and become a sect disciple, there are generally three ways to do so.
The first type is the five-yearly general election. Each major sect will conduct a unified spiritual root test on children aged six and over within their respective jurisdictions. Those with good talent will be able to directly enter the sect to study.
The second type does not need to go through the sect's election. One can be directly accepted as a disciple by a cultivator at the elder level or above in a certain sect, and is also considered a member of the sect.
The third type is the trial for independent cultivators held every three years, which is mainly aimed at independent cultivators who have no sect or school but want to enter a sect to practice. The major sects can also select outstanding participants during the trial and let them join their own sects.
The trial for independent cultivators is open to the entire cultivation world.
At this time, independent cultivators who were interested in joining the major sects had already flocked to the Sword Sect. The town at the foot of the Sword Sect mountain was bustling with people coming and going.
The independent cultivators who took part in the trial, the major sects who wanted to select good seedlings, and the idle crowds who came to join in the fun, all made the major merchants earn a lot of money.
In the square of the Sword Sect's main peak, the independent cultivators who were ready to go were already eagerly waiting for the arrival of representatives from the major sects. They were just waiting for the order to start the trial.
"There are so many people." Yun Yao was a little amazed as she looked at the crowded scene in the square.
"The sect trials held every three years are also a good opportunity for independent cultivators without sect background to re-enter the sect. More than 50% of the independent cultivators in the cultivation world will come, so there will naturally be a lot of people."
Duan Xuan knew that his junior sister grew up in the mortal world and was directly accepted as a disciple by the master when she first arrived in the world of cultivation. He had never seen such a scene before, so he explained patiently.
Cen Hao also smiled brightly: "This is just a small scene. When the sect recruits new members every five years, the scene will be even bigger."
Yun Yao nodded as she listened, her eyes still filled with wonder, and her eyes involuntarily looked around the entire square.
These were scenes she had never seen in the mortal world. She never expected that one day, Yun Yao would be able to ascend to heaven and become a legendary monk.
Everything that happened in the past two years seemed like a dream to her.
The woman in white let out a breath without leaving a trace, with a complicated look in her eyes.
"Senior Brother, is that Young Master Yin?" She looked in that direction and unexpectedly saw a familiar figure. Her eyes flashed and she turned around with just the right amount of confusion on her face.
The three monks listened to what their junior sister said and looked in the direction her hand pointed.
Sure enough, I saw that familiar figure hiding.
"Didn't senior brother say that cultivators who have already joined the sect cannot participate in the sect's trials? Then why is Young Pavilion Master Yin in the trial square?" The frail girl looked at her senior brother with confusion on her face.
"Tsk, could that guy have been kicked out of Penglai Pavilion?" Cen Hao frowned slightly, staring at the girl who subconsciously avoided other people's gazes, and the words he said were still unpleasant.
Seeing her almost timidly avoiding the gaze of the casual cultivator whom he had never paid any attention to in the past, a hint of complexity flashed in his clear phoenix eyes.
I still remember how aggressive he was when we first met. The young master of Penglai Pavilion, who had been arrogant for nearly twenty years, and whose father had been regarded as his backer, was now dead. I'm afraid he would be crushed into dust by those who were eyeing him covetously.
The girl in white clothes huddled down among the ragged cultivators, thinking that she was avoiding other people's gazes and would not be discovered by acquaintances.
In fact, the temperament accumulated from twenty years of pampered life, milky white skin, and cloud-like black hair made her particularly eye-catching among a group of dark-skinned and slightly bandit-like casual cultivators.
The girl was completely unaware of her own peculiarity. She raised her pretty little face and stared closely at the Immortal Rongyin on the high platform. A hint of longing and determination flashed in her radiant eyes.
She clenched her palms tightly, her heart full of determination. She would definitely work hard to become the direct disciple of Immortal Master Rongyin.
The leaders of the major sects sitting on the high platform also had some impression of the young leader of Penglai Pavilion, who was rumored to be willful and domineering, and someone spoke up immediately.
"I say, isn't that girl in white the young master of your Penglai Pavilion? Why is she participating in the trial field of independent cultivators?" The first person to speak was a female cultivator.
"Yes, Pavilion Master Yin, I remember that only independent cultivators without any sect or school could participate in the trial field. How could a dignified Young Pavilion Master of Penglai Pavilion actually go to participate in the trial field? Could it be that someone in your sect mistreats the Young Pavilion Master after the death of the previous Pavilion Master?"
An old man with white beard and beard also spoke, and his words all reflected the fact that the current Penglai Pavilion Master had treated the bloodline left by the previous Pavilion Master harshly.
The former Penglai Pavilion Master, Yin Feng, rose to fame at a young age and was well-connected in the world of cultivation. Therefore, those who had benefited from his kindness would likely take care of the orphan he left behind.
Yin Tian, the current head of Penglai Pavilion, did not immediately refute what the two said after hearing what they said, but continued to drink tea leisurely.
However, one of the two handsome young men standing behind him said with a helpless look on his face, "Seniors, I believe there must be some misunderstanding. Ever since my uncle's unfortunate passing, Penglai Pavilion has always treated Qiao'er with all its heart."
"It's just..." He sighed helplessly, "It's just that the Young Pavilion Master is determined to become a disciple of Immortal Ron Yin. To this end, he even abandoned his duties as Young Pavilion Master and even defected from the sect three months ago in order to participate in this sect trial."
As soon as he said this, the crowd who were originally standing up for the girl immediately fell silent, and their eyes involuntarily looked at the Immortal Master Rongyin in the middle.
After hearing what the man said, Immortal Master Rongyin's expression did not change at all, and he still had that otherworldly and cold handsomeness.
The frail woman standing behind him with the other brothers glanced at his expressionless face inconspicuously and felt a little relieved.
"Nan Qiao was also raised by my father since she was a child. My father naturally loves her like his own daughter. But she is stubborn and insists on leaving Penglai Pavilion. There is nothing we can do about it." There was heartache on his face, as if he really pitied this cousin.
Immortal Master Rongyin made no comment on the matter, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The Sword Sect's head, who was sitting at the head of the group, sipped his tea leisurely and said, "It's a good thing for children to go out and explore the world. We can also see how the girl is doing. If she's outstanding, it wouldn't be a bad idea for her to join another sect."
Everyone nodded in response to the words of the Sword Sect's leader, as if they agreed with him, but it was unknown what they were thinking in their hearts.
Everyone in the world of cultivation knows that the young master of Penglai Pavilion is a waste with only four spiritual roots. Such poor qualifications have completely demonstrated that she has no chance of achieving the great Dao. Who would accept a cultivator with such poor talent as a disciple?
Performance? The new Young Master of Penglai Pavilion, who had just finished feeling sorry for his cousin, smiled softly and lowered his head as if nothing had happened. A hint of viciousness flashed across his narrow eyes.
Let’s talk about how his domineering and spoiled cousin will perform if she can come out of the secret realm alive.
The girl who was about to step into the secret realm had no idea what was happening on the platform. She was enveloped by the light when the secret realm opened, and stepped into the trial field full of longing.
In the square outside the trial field, thousands of blue obsidian stones were floating in the air, and each blue obsidian stone directly presented the performance of each trial participant.
The people on the high platform only need to use their spiritual sense to scan and they can see the contents on the blue jade stone and learn about the situation of each trial-taker.
Cen Hao watched helplessly as the girl was brought into the trial field by the halo. A trace of struggle flashed across his usually unfocused eyes, and then he regained his composure, his eyes calm and still, as if the fleeting struggle was an illusion.
Only Duan Xuan, who was extremely attentive beside him, noticed his sudden change of mood. He followed Cen Hao's gaze and happened to see the white figure shrouded in light in the trial field, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.
His third junior brother, who has always been heartless, seems to be particularly concerned about the young master of Penglai Pavilion.
Cen Hao didn't notice the look in his second senior brother's eyes at all, and just stared at the blue jade stone floating in the air.
He just quietly watched the girl who had been so arrogant since childhood struggling in the secret realm, watched her cry because of being bullied by a low-level monster, watched her trip over a vine and fall into the mud, watched her hungry and eating half-cooked food to fill her stomach.
Now she is no longer as spoiled and willful as before. Although she cries all the time, she never chooses to give up.
Basically, all those who entered the trial field were independent cultivators who had been struggling in the world of cultivation for a long time. They had experienced many dangers in the world of cultivation, so the low-level monsters in the secret realm could not do anything to them.
The girl was so bullied and cried by a small low-level monster that she really stood out among such a group of people.
Some sect disciples who were watching the excitement around the trial square looked at the handsome white figure on the green jade stone, whispering to each other and unable to help but burst into laughter.
Even the leaders and elders of the major sects who were sitting on the high platform could not help but start discussing it.
"This girl is not that strong. She can't even defeat a low-level monster."
"His strength is indeed a little lacking. I heard he has four spiritual roots."
"We have a few people with four spiritual roots in our sect, but their strength isn't that bad. How could she not even know any magic?"
"Master Yin, is your Penglai Pavilion so poor? Your niece can't even learn a decent spell?" Someone who disliked Penglai Pavilion ridiculed mercilessly.
Yin Tian, the head of Penglai Pavilion, who had been silent all this time, put down the cup in his hand. He had the face of a good old man, with a fat face, a broad body and a smile on his face, just like Maitreya Buddha.
"As you all know, my niece is my brother's favorite. He has spoiled her since she was a child, and he doesn't have the heart to be cruel to her. That's why she's been quite lazy in her cultivation." He sighed, "Speaking of which, as her uncle, I also have some responsibilities."
There was sorrow in his words, and he even choked up several times, filled with grief for his brother's death and helplessness for his niece's disobedience, which attracted a group of monks to come out to comfort him.
Cen Hao looked at the scene on the podium expressionlessly. He even had tears in his eyes as he looked at the old man who looked like Miro Buddha, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
He did not continue to watch the drama on the podium, but instead cast his gaze on the silent master. Seeing that his face was as expressionless as ever, he slowly lowered his head.
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