Chapter 116 There are so many people

Yunxiao City, an isolated city near a river and backed by mountains, is somewhat inconsistent with the location of the cities belonging to the northern sects, which have convenient transportation and are well connected.

Fortunately, there are towering ancient trees and wild flowers along the way, and the scenery is quite pleasant.

Tao Xian was silent all the way. Lin Du lazily lay on the deck of the spirit boat and used the knowledge penetration method to catch up on his sleep. Xia Tian was a man of few words. Mo Lin was afraid of the wind, so he still sat upright in the cabin, facing Tao Xian.

At this moment, the six people on the boat fell silent.

Ju Yuan and Feng Yi sat one after the other, looking like worried parents. Seeing the person covering her face with a book but not her body, they couldn't help but frown and wanted to find a blanket to cover her, but then they remembered that she was an ice spirit root and probably wouldn't be caught by any cold.

When they were almost there, Xia Tianwu just wanted to call for help, but Lin Du had already sat up, took off the Heart Sutra that had slipped off his face, turned around and glanced at the gate of Feixing Sect. It was daytime, and between the misty green mountains there were traces of spiritual power left by countless flying magic tools.

The group landed at the mountain gate. Before the guarding disciple could even open his mouth, one of them blurted out, "There are so many people."

You probably won’t see so many people in the Supreme Sect in your lifetime.

The disciple on guard couldn't help but wonder how such an inexperienced person could say such a thing, but when he looked over in the direction of the voice, he was stunned by the face.

The man who was speaking was dressed in a black robe made of expensive fabric, and had a dignified face that showed he had never seen the world. He had a strange-looking heavy iron folding fan hanging around his waist, and was standing in the middle of the group.

There are gods and immortals all around him. Although they are not dressed ostentatiously, the fabrics of their clothes and ornaments are all extraordinary.

Lin Du turned around and looked at Tao Xian. "How many people are there in your Feixing Sect? No matter how many good talents there are in the cultivation world, you can't just grab them like this."

Tao Xian now looked as if he had never been injured, with his back straight and wearing a clean Feixing Sect disciple uniform, on which were the seven stars of the Beidou woven with dense silver threads, shining brightly.

He thought for a moment, "Every year we recruit menial disciples and outer disciples. I don't know exactly how many there are, but in general, there are at least 10,000 people in the entire sect?"

This time even Ju Yuan exclaimed, "So many? Aren't you worried about not having enough resources?"

Feng Yi put his hands behind his back and said, "Ordinary disciples don't consume many resources."

Take any disciple of the Supreme Sect and the resources left behind can be used by the major sect to train dozens of direct disciples.

Lin Du vaguely felt that they were not eating meat, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Let's go, business is more important."

"Excuse me, Uncle Master Tao Xian, who are these people?"

"The Taoist priests of the Supreme Sect." Tao Xian said briefly. He didn't want to stay here for too long. His heart was suffering day and night. When it was close to the end, he felt a little timid.

The guard bowed hurriedly and said, "So you are the Taoist priests from the Supreme Sect."

The Supreme Sect is like a mountain to ordinary cultivators. It exists in those official historical records. No matter which one it is, it will always leave a glorious name in this world.

When Tao Xian arrived at the foot of the peak, he did not immediately rush to the colorful golden palace above. He said, "Master, you go ahead. I want to... go back to the residence of my fellow disciples."

Lin Du glanced at him. The man was full of negative energy, but he didn't have any resentment at all.

Just that one cold glance, when their eyes met Tao Xian's, even Mo Lin, a fool, could sense the despair in it.

Lin Du nodded and said, "Go ahead. We'll be waiting for you up there."

Tao Xian withdrew his gaze, and for no reason he felt that there was someone more support behind him.

His lifelong support should have been on him, but now it falls on outsiders.

In the past, he would never have thought that the three words "Supreme Sect" not only meant a god who saved ordinary people from evil, but also meant the last helping hand for him, a disciple of a big sect.

The group from the Supreme Sect landed on the top of the mountain.

A young man wearing the uniform of a direct disciple was waiting outside. He was not surprised to see a few people. "Master had expected that there would be distinguished guests coming today, so he asked me to wait here and receive you all."

Five people entered the Golden Palace, and the disciple served tea to everyone one by one. When it came to Lindu, she suddenly started coughing violently, and the tea she was holding was swept to the ground by her violent body shaking.

The man calmly held it up with his spiritual power, then held it in his hand. Lin Du covered his lips and lowered his eyes to scan it.

The base of the palm is smooth and intact.

There was a hint of mockery in Lin Du's cough.

The young man's thin body was wrapped in black satin. When he coughed, his shoulder blades were stretched by the hanging cloth, making him look even more bony and frail.

The disciple looked at Lin Du with a worried look in his eyes, "Young Taoist Priest, are you okay?"

Xia Tianwu suddenly spoke up, "It's okay, I'm really sorry, my junior uncle was born with a defect, and was persecuted by Qi Zhun and Shao Fei, his heart and lungs are damaged, and he often coughs up blood, which has polluted your master's golden palace."

Lin Du reached out and took the handkerchief that Xia Tianwu handed over to him, wiped away the bright red that leaked out from between his pale fingertips, raised his face and smiled embarrassedly at the man.

The disciple's face also had a bit of hatred and resentment, "It's all the evil doing. Now that the outer sect has been messed up by those noble families, it has given those evil spirits a chance to fish in troubled waters."

Lin Du picked up the tea, turned his head and glanced at Feng Yi, their eyes met, and then they picked up the teacup at the same time.

The character of this young disciple... He is actually Yin Zhong's disciple.

Lin Du thought more deeply, she always felt that Yin Zhong had left a way out.

Among that group of disciples, there was a blemish-free disciple. If I remember correctly, he should be ranked seventh.

Yin Zhong represents the grassroots cultivators with no background, and when they recruit disciples within the sect, they are ostensibly civilian disciples from the outer sect.

Only the seventh brother was recruited by Yin Zhong at the last Zhongzhou election arranged by the head of the sect himself, which was like snatching food from the mouths of the elders of the aristocratic families.

Lin Du lowered his eyes. This person's cultivation was comparable to his own, and he hadn't even reached the Dan stage yet.

How come this person was selected from the Zhongzhou Grand Election? He is already over 30 years old, but he hasn't reached the Tengyun Realm yet? Even those registered disciples have reached the Tengyun Realm.

This is really strange.

The boy suddenly raised his head and shouted in one direction, "Master."

Lin Du raised his head and looked over. This Elder Yin Zhong, who was said to have suffered from a decline in cultivation, actually had a head full of white hair. He was still wearing a dark blue elder's robe with countless stars embroidered on it. He walked with a steady step and a solemn expression.

She keenly felt that something was wrong, and after looking at it for a while, she finally realized that there was something unusual.

The cold and hard expression on Yin Zhong's face, which showed neither sadness nor joy and had seen through the vicissitudes of life, was 50% similar to that of her evil master.

The smile on Lin Du's face turned colder, and he unconsciously grasped the Fu Sheng fan at his waist.

This face is really disgusting.

If she kept this person for another quarter of an hour, she would feel uneasy and would lose her appetite for lunch.