Chapter 4: The Sick Second Brother
Zhong Ling'er took a look and saw that it was the kind-hearted uncle, the leader of the Taiqiong Sect, Wu Chen Zhenren. He was really a good man, but Zhong Ling'er was not going to agree because the Taiqiong Sect was not only poor, but also very declining.
Within three years, his direct disciples met with accidents one after another. Not long after, they were ranked eighth in the sect competition and completely withdrew from the list of the five major sects. Ten years later, the entire sect was destroyed by an unknown force, and the thousand-year-old sect disappeared completely. This was the ending for three lifetimes, so I absolutely cannot go.
But this is the only olive branch, and Zhong Ling'er cannot refuse it directly.
Rolling her eyes, Zhong Ling'er deliberately asked, "Will you be my personal disciple?"
The number of direct disciples in each sect is limited. In the sect competition, each sect sends five disciples to compete, and the regulations require that only direct disciples can participate. Therefore, the number of direct disciples in each sect is basically five.
Taiqiong Sect already has five direct disciples, and the quota is full. Moreover, Taiqiong Sect is on the decline and is not as wealthy as the other four major sects. It is estimated that it does not have enough resources to support one more direct disciple.
Zhong Ling'er felt that Master Wu Chen could not give her a place as his personal disciple, so she had to give up in the end. She could then try her best to ask Danxiang Pavilion or Wuji Sect for help.
Unexpectedly, Master Wu Chen said without hesitation: "Of course it is a personal disciple. My Taiqiong Sect has six personal disciples, so what's wrong with that?"
Zhong Ling'er was speechless. She couldn't refuse this, but this was not the result she wanted.
Although she took the first step to change her destiny with great difficulty, she could live for 90 years if she didn't change it, but she could only live for 10 years after changing it. Now she died young.
Zhong Ling'er wanted to struggle a little longer, but she had already delayed the disciple-recruiting meeting for too much time. When Master Ling Feng saw that she had a place to go, he immediately announced loudly that the matter was settled. Then, Master Wu Chen handed Zhong Ling'er over to a young man.
This young man made Zhong Linger stare at him. He was in his twenties, with bright features and gentle temperament. He was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, spotless. He was definitely as handsome as jade and unparalleled in the world. Except for his thin cheeks and a hint of illness, he was flawless.
The young man saw Zhong Ling'er looking at him with amazement and obsession in her eyes, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and whispered, "Wipe your saliva."
Zhong Ling'er raised her hand to her lips, then realized she had been tricked, and said with a roll of her eyes: "Fortunately, I was drooling instead of bleeding from my nose!"
The young man was shocked. Was he being teased by his junior sister? A twelve-year-old girl knew this?
A stifled laugh came from the side, and a beautiful girl pulled Zhong Ling'er and said, "Junior sister, this is your second senior brother Bai Luochen, I am Ye Qinglan from Danfeng, you can call me Senior Sister Ye."
Zhong Ling'er looked at Bai Luochen with a trace of regret in her eyes. This was the sword genius who possessed a clear sword heart among the two beauties of Taiqiong. It was said that he had cultivated the first level of sword intent when he was 18 years old and could summon swords into the sea. He reached the Nascent Soul stage when he was 25 years old. Moreover, he was a rare sword and formation double cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation.
It’s a pity that this talented Tianlu man injured his heart meridian during his training. After barely surviving, his cultivation level regressed to the middle stage of the Golden Core, and he made no further progress since then.
Bai Luochen guessed that Zhong Ling'er had heard about his story, so he gently touched the little girl's head and said, "Junior sister, put away your gaze. There are no weaklings in Taiqiong Sect, and no one needs sympathy. This is true for me, and it is also true for you."
The young man's tone was light, but as majestic as a mountain. Zhong Ling'er was shocked when she heard it. Yes, why should I be obsessed with the position of successor of Lingjian Sect, and obsessed with keeping what I deserve? Since God has destined me to lose these, I will grab what I can get. The world is vast, and more opportunities are waiting for me. As long as I am strong enough, what can fate do to me?
Today I am weak, begging for sympathy and pity from others, but I cannot get it. But this should not be me, and I did not come to this strange world to live like this. I want to change the destiny that has been determined, and I want to find my own way.
Zhong Ling'er immediately felt enlightened. She looked at Bai Luochen with a sense of intimacy and pulled his sleeve, saying happily, "Thank you, Second Senior Brother."
The following disciple-recruiting ceremony was much more dull. In fact, the true geniuses were accepted into various sects before the ceremony. Those who could come to the disciple-recruiting ceremony were either from far away to try their luck, or came to become an inner disciple for the resources of a large sect.
Taiqiong Sect only accepted Zhong Ling'er as a disciple, while other sects also recruited at least thirty or forty people. It was not because Taiqiong Sect limited the number of places, but because no one was willing to come to Taiqiong Sect, one of the five major sects. This made Zhong Ling'er feel more and more disappointed. It seemed that the poverty of Taiqiong Sect had been deeply rooted in people's hearts, making her feel that "the future of Taiqiong Sect is bleak."
On the return journey on the spirit boat, Zhong Linger looked around curiously, but was complaining in her heart that this spirit boat could only carry about ten people, which was really a disgrace to the five major sects. Look at the Tianyu Sect, which is ranked sixth. Its spirit boat is only one size smaller than that of the Lingjian Sect, which is ranked first. That's what we call respectability.
Master Wu Chen sat at the table and drank tea leisurely, letting his little disciple look around curiously. After a long time, he called him to sit aside and said solemnly: "Ling'er, since you have become my disciple, I will do my best to train you. You don't have to live the same life as before."
"Cultivating immortals requires being free and at ease, and having an open mind. You don't have to be as cautious and calculating as before."
"Do you understand what I mean?"
Zhong Ling'er saw that her master had a kind look on his face, and that he only wanted to advise her, not blame her. She knew that he didn't like the little tricks she had used at the disciple-recruiting meeting, so she nodded and said obediently, "I understand, Master. Ling'er will listen to you."
Wu Chen Zhenren smiled and stood up to meditate at the bow. Bai Luochen sat in Wu Chen Zhenren's seat and whispered to Zhong Ling'er, "Junior Sister, what kind of person do you think Master is?"
"Master is a good person!" Zhong Ling'er gave Master a good person card, with a hint of disapproval in her eyes. What's the use of being a good person? Only a disaster can live for a thousand years.
Bai Luochen smiled faintly and said, "Master's words make sense. Junior sister, you must remember them, but you must also judge the situation. Master has always been lenient, and he will not punish us severely even if we make mistakes."
What does this mean, making a mistake? Is Second Brother encouraging himself to go against Master's will?
Bai Luochen took a sip of tea, and seeing the little girl's puzzled look, he changed the subject.
"You just said that you have a way to repair your spiritual roots, but is that true?"
Zhong Ling'er nodded, "My father left me a set of skills. As long as I practice diligently every day, I can slowly restore my spiritual roots."
Bai Luochen breathed a sigh of relief and said gently, "That's good. If you need anything, just come to me."
Zhong Ling'er happily agreed, but she felt that this second senior brother was weird, as if he was different from what he appeared to be.
In fact, Zhong Ling'er looked at Bai Luochen strangely, and Bai Luochen also felt that something was not right when looking at this little junior sister. A twelve-year-old girl should be innocent and ignorant, but she seemed well-behaved and obedient on the surface, but that was all appearance. He couldn't figure out the truth about her.
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