Chapter Forty-Four: Choosing Disciples

  Over the next two days, new disciples continued to arrive at the courtyard, mostly children aged seven or eight, with only a few slightly older.

  Ever since Ling Feng and the others severely taught Ma Yan a lesson, this kid has been hiding in the house all day, rarely coming out to play in the yard. Even if he occasionally comes out for some fresh air, as soon as he sees Ling Feng and the others, he will immediately go back inside, seemingly not wanting to meet with his enemies again, lest he provoke another beating.

  Ma Yan was originally arrogant and overbearing, and the same batch of entry-level disciples all disliked him very much. Now seeing him so humbled, each of them secretly cheered, while also feeling admiration for Ling Feng and others, with some even taking the initiative to approach and befriend them.

  No matter if it's Ling Feng or Zhao Min, Zhang Wuji is always warm and sincere to those who show him kindness. As for Ling Feng, making more friends can only bring benefits and no harm, why not?!

  Even Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji thought so. The two families they belonged to were weak, so it was better for them to make friends with some martial brothers, so that in the future when their families had matters, they could also find a few helpers to lend a hand and fill the scene!

  Windy, with the mind of an adult, interacted with a group of children and naturally won them over. With Zhao Min being kind-hearted and Zhang Wuji being straightforward, the three of them quickly established great prestige among the hundreds of new disciples in the courtyard!

  As for Guan Bai, since that night, he seemed to have changed into a different person, no longer taciturn and introverted, with a smile on his face, following Ling Feng and others around every day. If he met someone who took the initiative to talk to him, he would also very politely go forward to greet them.

  Although many people still look down on Guan Bai, considering the relationship between Ling Feng and his two friends, no one dares to make things difficult for him, let alone speak ill of him.

  Two days passed like this, and on the third day early in the morning, hundreds of new disciples gathered in the courtyard, standing in two rows. In front of them were seven or eight cultivators, with Zhang Zhenglin, who was in charge of internal affairs, and a certain Master Han at the lead!

  "This time the sect's recruitment of disciples has come to an end, and you are fortunate enough to be selected as inner door disciples. In the future, your path to immortality will also be smooth!" After clearing his throat, Zhang Zhenglin looked at these new disciples with a glance, saying a few opening words.

  Next, he changed his tone and got to the point, "As an inner disciple, you will have a special person to teach you the skills of the gods. The senior brothers from each hall who need to recruit disciples will come here soon. If you are lucky enough to be selected, that is your destiny. If not, don't be discouraged, the sect will arrange everything for you!"

  "It's likely that the ones who came to select their disciples are at least Foundation Building Cultivators, but as for the sect's division masters, it's hard to say!" Ling Feng thought to himself, standing in the crowd. From Zhang Zhenglin's words, he had already sensed something.

  In a short while, about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, more than ten colorful glows appeared in the sky, coming from all directions and descending onto the courtyard.

  A dozen or so purple-robed Jikong monks appeared on the scene, and Zhang Zhenglin and Monk Han hastened to greet them.

  "You all arrived just in time!" Zhang Zhenglin said with a smile on his face, bowing his hands.

  "If you don't come earlier, all the good ones will be taken by others!" The speaker was a robust man with a long beard, who stood at an impressive eight feet tall and exuded an aura of grandeur.

  "Brother Zhu said with a smile, as long as you take a liking to the disciple, who would dare to compete with you?" Zhang Zhenglin smiled and replied. It's clear that he is extremely wary of this man surnamed Zhu.

  "Cut the formalities!" The big man surnamed Zhu was somewhat impatient, waving his hand and saying: "I heard that among this batch of new disciples, there's a child with the surname Lei, Linggen. Quickly call him out for me to take a look!"

  His tone was somewhat fiery, but Zhang Zhenglin seemed to be used to it. He smiled and turned his head to shout at the disciples: "Zhao Min, step forward!"

  Zhao Min obviously didn't expect to be chosen so quickly, and was taken aback for a moment before taking a step forward and standing out.

  After he came out, the big man with the surname Zhu stared at him without blinking, carefully sizing him up from head to toe. Half a moment later, this person burst into loud laughter, his expression extremely joyful.

  "Good kid, tiger-headed and clever, with a few points like me, it's you!" The laughter stopped, but saw that the big man surnamed Zhu moved his body, instantly arrived at Zhao Min's side, and then took him to transform into a flowing light, breaking through the air and leaving.

  "Zhu Shixiong is still so impulsive!" Zhang Zhenglin looked up at the streak of light that had just flashed across the sky and shook his head.

  "He himself is a Lei Linggen, and has always dreamed of taking in a Lei Linggen disciple. How could he possibly let this opportunity slip by?" said one of the cultivators who had come with the large man surnamed Zhu, an elderly-looking man with white hair.

  "Brother Zhu is so anxious to take that kid away, it's not that he's afraid we'll compete with him, but there's someone else involved!" Another monk said with a smile.

  "There are only a few of us foundation-building cultivators who can make Zhu Shixiong feel apprehensive! Zhang Zhenglin smiled and said, "Everyone else, don't slack off either, hurry up and choose your people!"

  "Zhang Shidi, among the new disciples this time, how many have hetero spiritual roots and single spiritual roots?" The elder asked.

  "There are three heterodox spiritual roots, apart from the one that was just taken away, there are two left, one wind spiritual root and one ice spiritual root. As for single spiritual roots, there are twelve people, all five elements are present!" Zhang Zhenglin is in charge of this matter, so he is very clear about the spiritual root attributes of the disciples, and answers casually.

  "Are there two more Spirit Roots?" The elder cultivator's eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "In that case, Wang will take the disciple with the Wind Spirit Root!"

  "I want that Ice Spirit Root's disciple!" Another cultivator hastily spoke up.

  "Neither of you two seniors are hetero-spirit roots, why must you take in a hetero-spirit root disciple? It's not easy to teach and train them, let me have him instead!" As soon as the two of them expressed their views, the remaining cultivators immediately spoke out in disagreement.

  "Brother Song, these words of yours are quite off the mark, could it be that you have an unusual spiritual root?"

  "I may not be one myself, but I have a pretty good ice-attribute martial art!"

  "Awesome, I have one too!"

  The masters who came to choose disciples immediately became a mess, arguing and quarreling with each other, refusing to give in for the sake of accepting Ling Feng and Zhang Wuji as their disciples.

  This scene was nothing new to Zhang Zhenglin, who had almost gone through it once every decade. He shook his head helplessly and shouted loudly: "Everyone, please calm down!"

  At the same time, his lips moved, and he transmitted a voice to the crowd: "The Fengling Gen disciple has already been taken in by Master Zhong Sun, and I've already made arrangements with him. You probably won't compete for that one either. As for the Bingling Gen disciple, discuss it among yourselves and decide quickly who will take them in. Otherwise, there might be unexpected consequences!"

  As soon as the words fell, the monks' faces changed color first, and then they stood together, whispering to each other, discussing.

  It is unknown what benefits the long-lived monk promised, but all the other monks withdrew and stopped competing, and Zhang Wuji, who possessed the Ice Spirit Root, was taken in by this person.

  As for Ling Feng, the other cultivators had long given up. It was clear that they all feared that 'Zhang Sun Shixiong'!

  Just as Zhang Wuji was about to leave with Zhao Min, three more streaks of light fell to the ground.

  After revealing their figures, only one woman and two men were seen. The woman looked about 27 or 28 years old, wearing a white long dress, bright and moving, with phoenix eyes containing prestige, her gaze swept lightly, and everyone on the scene felt like they had been seen through by her gaze, and their hearts were not steady.

  Those two men wore purple Taoist robes and were obviously also foundation-building cultivators. They stood behind the woman in white, with respectful expressions.

  "See Bai Shifu (Bai Shizu)!"

  All the foundation-building cultivators on the scene, including several Qi-refining cultivators, hastily stepped forward and bowed deeply to the woman in white, saying.