Chapter 221 The Ruthless Senior Brother of the Path of the Path of the Cannon Fodder (Part 4) Listen to the Eight...
Time always flies when listening to gossip, and when the flying boat landed at the Xuan Yang Sect's martial arts training ground, Lin You was still somewhat reluctant to leave.
Having already heard that there were top-grade ice spirit roots among the disciples recruited this time, several elders of the Xuan Yang Sect were already waiting in the sect hall.
Even Elder Xuanling, who hadn't shown his face for decades, was summoned out by the sect leader after hearing about the new disciple with a top-grade ice spirit root, after being invited seven times.
After all, the sect leader had to invite them 107 times for the last sect conference, but this time it only took a fraction of that time.
Although the sect leader felt that his junior uncle was more likely annoyed by him and only agreed to come out because he didn't want to be constantly disturbed.
Xiao Mo was the most qualified. After following Qingmu into the hall, he was tacitly pushed to the front. He stood in the middle of the hall, his whole body stiff with tension.
The group of elders and sect leaders sitting there couldn't help but frown. Although his aptitude was good, his willpower was weak. He could get nervous even in such a small situation. How could he possibly cultivate immortality?
As for Xuan Ling, who had an unapproachable demeanor, exuding a chilling aura, and deliberately stood out in the corner, yet remained conspicuous, he didn't even blink.
Was Xiao Mo nervous because so many people were watching? Definitely not!
He glanced at the corner and saw Lin You standing casually with the number one cultivator, even reaching out to pull the hair of the Supreme Elder and pinch his face. Xiao Mo felt a chill run down his spine.
What happened to being the number one cultivator in the cultivation world? Is this all?!
If someone's standing right in front of you and you don't even notice them, your first-place ranking is probably just hype! It's way too inflated!
Seeing that he looked utterly devastated and his worldview seemed shattered, Lin You clicked her tongue twice before instructing Xiao Mo, "You are not allowed to take this ice block as your master. You can do whatever you want with the others."
"I understand." Xiao Mo's voice, transmitted to her through mental energy, was numb and tinged with a faint deathly stillness, clearly indicating that he had already resigned himself to his fate.
Lin You chuckled. The Concealing Bead was indeed very useful. As long as she didn't go to the Immortal Realm, no one in the cultivation world could detect her.
Seeing that she had stopped, Xiao Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief and silently comforted herself, thinking that since the Supreme Elder didn't seem to be interested in her, this request could actually be ignored.
The sect leader saw that the child glanced at Xuan Ling (actually, it was Lin You who pulled Xuan Ling's hair) and stood there silently, so he had no choice but to speak up himself: "Heng Mo, you have a top-grade ice spirit root. All the elders present are interested in taking you as a disciple. I wonder which elder you would like to choose as your master?"
Xuan Ling, who had been pretending to be autistic with his eyes down, frowned slightly upon hearing this. He hadn't mentioned taking on any disciples before he came!
Xuan Ling glanced at the young man in the middle of the hall but didn't say anything. The top-grade ice spirit root was a perfect match for his cultivation technique, so taking on such a disciple wasn't unacceptable.
Xuan Ling's glance essentially confirmed his intention to take on a disciple. Everyone was eagerly anticipating Heng Mo rushing over, kneeling down and kowtowing in excitement to express his thrill at being able to become the number one cultivator in the cultivation world's apprentice.
After waiting for a long time, Heng Mo looked at the Seventh Elder, who was sitting at the end of the table, and respectfully bowed with his hands clasped and his expression was a mixture of trepidation and expectation: "I wonder if you would be willing to accept me as your disciple, Senior?"
Xuan Ling: ………
Sect Leader: ………
Elders: …
Is this kid out of his mind? Why didn't he become the best in the world and instead chose the weakest one among them?!
Perhaps the child is insecure because he is new to the world of cultivation and doesn't understand what top-grade spiritual roots mean, so he only dares to choose the weakest one?
The sect leader glanced at his junior uncle, who was clearly more aloof in the corner, and gently shook his head, waiting for his usually lazy junior brother to refuse.
The Seventh Elder, who was slacking off, was startled. He glanced at his senior brother, the sect leader, then at Heng Mo, and clearly gave Xuan Ling a meaningful look: "I'm just a pill cultivator, with the lowest cultivation level. Your aptitude is exceptional. If you were to cultivate with me..."
Before Heng Mo could finish speaking, he took the words as agreement and immediately knelt down and kowtowed to become a disciple: "Disciple is willing to cultivate with a master. Greetings, Master."
Seventh Elder: ? ? ?
What I meant to say was that if you followed me in your cultivation, it would definitely hinder your progress. Why did you only listen to half of what I said, child?
Seventh Elder: Is this child so stubborn that he can't understand my hints?
But what kind of family with a top-grade ice spirit root would follow a pill cultivator? If word got out, wouldn't people say that the Xuan Yang Sect is crazy and wasting a good seedling?!
Over here, Heng Mo had already kowtowed three times very readily and stood obediently behind the Seventh Elder, even serving him tea and water with great tact.
The Seventh Elder looked at the Supreme Elder, who was radiating coldness, and then at his obedient and adorable little disciple who was looking at him with affection. Finally, he accepted the tea that his disciple offered him.
Xuan Ling frowned repeatedly, but still didn't say anything. As someone who cultivated the ruthless path, he couldn't bring himself to go up and take Heng Mo as a disciple after Heng Mo clearly didn't intend to become his apprentice.
Before the sect leader could even try to smooth things over, Heng Mo's decisive act of becoming a disciple stopped him. But he had already said that the child could choose his own master, and he couldn't go back on his word.
The sect leader, who was always thick-skinned, opened his mouth again and again, but in the end he could only say dryly, "Congratulations to Seventh Junior Brother on the birth of your beloved disciple."
He forced a smile, but inwardly he kept complaining: how could anyone not want a top cultivator like his junior uncle as their master, and instead choose a pill cultivator instead?
You have an ice-elemental root, why aren't you learning the sword path that's most suitable for you? What kind of alchemy cultivator are you?!
Other alchemists use furnaces and fires! You, on the other hand, have an ice spiritual root! You're ice!!
Even though he was inwardly raging, the sect leader couldn't bring himself to break his promise in front of the new disciples, and had no choice but to accept the outcome with a helpless expression.
However, Shen Ting, who later possessed superior spiritual roots, did not have the opportunity to choose his own master. He was directly assigned to the Third Elder, who was skilled in swordsmanship, as his disciple. The remaining disciples with medium-grade spiritual roots became outer disciples, and those with inferior spiritual roots became menial disciples.
After everything was over, the aloof Supreme Elder left with a cold expression, flicking his sleeves without uttering a single word.
"Heh, isn't he cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness? Isn't he supposed to be emotionless? How come he's getting angry? He looks like a sick background character," Lin You commented sarcastically.
Although it wasn't intentional, his arrogance and disdain for everything made him the culprit behind everything, and Lin You simply couldn't stand him.
Seeing that she was not only swaying around but also spouting wild words, yet no one noticed anything amiss despite her ostentatious behavior, Heng Mo's anxiety finally subsided. As for why he remained uneasy, it was mainly because he didn't sense any malice from this demonic cultivator.
It's quite absurd. Although his intuition has always been very accurate, is it really true that his intuition was correct this time?
The Seventh Elder was given a look of mixed feelings by all the elders and the sect leader, but he withstood the pressure and led his newly accepted disciple back home.
Although he admitted that he was the worst one, being chosen by someone, for whatever reason, was still something to be happy about.
Besides, he's always been thick-skinned and used to being called a good-for-nothing, so being glared at a few times won't hurt him.
Lin You looked at Heng Mo curiously. She had only prevented him from becoming Xuan Ling's disciple, so why did this kid choose such a master?
Heng Mo actually understood her gaze, pursed his lips, and finally obediently explained to him: "This old man, no, my master, looks like he's dressed in fine clothes, adorned with jewels, and has an imposing presence. He must be of extraordinary status."
In summary, of all the people in the room, this one looked the wealthiest.
He's not seeking immortality alone; His Majesty has no children. He's the eldest prince of Anguo, and the entire country depends on him for its livelihood.
"Oh," Lin You replied casually. Before Heng Mo could even breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly asked, "Aren't you illiterate? How come you speak idioms so fluently?"
Heng Mo: ………
One lie requires countless lies to cover it up. This person has already signed a contract with him, so he probably won't be leaving anytime soon.
Heng Mo continued to lie, and there was a high chance that he would be exposed. Between admitting his mistake and seeking leniency, he ultimately chose the latter.
And by the way... to test this person's tolerance for me. It was just a small lie, it's not a capital offense.
The Xuan Yang Sect has a large territory, and each elder has their own mountain stronghold, even the less capable Seventh Elder is no exception.
Unfortunately, the Seventh Elder was a one-trick pony, not very good at science but good at a lot of secondary sciences. He mainly cultivated pills, and his side jobs included weapon crafting, talisman making, etc. He had many disciples who studied under him, but this was the first time he had personally taken on a disciple.
Heng Mo was assigned to a courtyard, and the Seventh Elder thoughtfully told him to rest well and start studying again tomorrow.
Now, Heng Mo obediently knelt in his room, waiting for Lin You's punishment. He carefully observed Lin You's expression, which did not seem angry.
But even in the mortal world, one has to use a beating to discipline servants. And since he happens to have a weakness, he'll probably suffer some physical pain this time.
"Xiao Mo was unaware of Senior's good intentions and concealed some information in his words. Please deal with him accordingly."
Heng Mo lowered his head, adopting an even more humble posture, hoping that this person wouldn't leave him with any lasting harm.
This also meant that he didn't see Lin You's increasingly bewildered expression after he knelt down.
Lin You: Who am I? Where am I? What happened?
What bizarre and terrifying things is my family member thinking?
She was stunned for a while before she managed to restrain her outstretched hand, coughed lightly, and maintained a serious expression: "Then the punishment is...you have to copy the Three Hundred Thousand Characters ten times."
The Three Hundred Thousand is a set of primers for ordinary children. The three books together contain about three thousand characters, and it would probably take a long time to copy them ten times.
The matter is still not settled, so she needs to maintain her public image and is trying to make her voice sound fierce.
Lin You considered herself to have chosen a very strict multiplication method. After speaking, she reached out and pulled Heng Mo, who was kneeling on the ground, up, stuffed the books, writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones that she had urgently bought from the system store into his arms, and then quickly disappeared.
Heng Mo stood there stunned for a while before putting the things down on the table beside him. He stroked the neatly written characters of the Three Hundred Thousand Character Classic, and his heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, gradually calmed down.
He grew up in the streets and experienced many things. He had seen many kinds of punishments. There were parents who would beat their children, deliberately choosing fleshy spots that wouldn't hurt them, and the howling could be heard for three blocks. There were also masters who punished their servants, hitting them directly on the back with a stick, so that even the strongest person couldn't make a sound.
He had heard of many instances of punishment involving copying books. Some mistresses would punish their illegitimate children by making them copy scriptures, even kneeling in the Buddhist hall. It didn't sound serious, but it was extremely mentally taxing.
Some teachers also punished students by making them copy books, specifically choosing books and articles that the students were not familiar with, so that they could learn while copying.
She had thought that her relationship with that person was that of master and servant, but now she never expected that she would truly treat her as a junior.
Heng Mo laid out the Xuan paper, placed the inkstone, ground the ink, and began to write. Then he opened the Three Character Classic and began to copy it carefully, stroke by stroke, without the slightest reluctance.
Lin You, who was peering out the window, watched Heng Mo's lips curl up slightly as he copied the book, and felt that the task target in this world was probably not very bright.
Heng Mo had been queuing up to have his spiritual root tested since morning, and had been busy all day. He hadn't even started cultivating yet, and his body, being only that of a mortal, was already exhausted.
But he still obediently copied the book, even though his face was pale, cold sweat dripped out, and his body was swaying, he never stopped copying.
Although Lin You punished him by making him copy books, she did not specify when he should finish. Heng Mo's disregard for his health was not because he was afraid of being punished for his bad attitude.
Instead, she wanted to test his attitude towards her. If he could speak up and allow her to rest before she lost consciousness, then perhaps things would be easier in the future.
If he is not blamed after falling into a coma, he can simply be more careful in the future. However, if he is punished even after falling into a coma, he will probably have to be more cautious.
Knowing the methods of cultivators, Heng Mo naturally dared not feign illness. While calculating how long it would take for him to faint, he tried his best to write his words more neatly.
When Lin You saw him swaying for the third time, he finally couldn't help but rush into the house, pick him up, and shove him into the inner bedroom.
"Thank you, senior." Heng Mo struggled to get up and bow, but Lin You pressed him back down on the bed and also stuffed two pills to treat his internal injuries into his mouth.
Heng Mo obediently lay down, closed his eyes to sleep, but he couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.
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