Chapter 5: The Counterattack of the Younger Disciple

  Six days passed in the blink of an eye, and the Ascension Conference is just around the corner.

  In six days, Lingxi Town has experienced too many things. The strange encounter of a mountain boy in the inn spread throughout the town, and the golden carrot of the boss's wife was also famous for a while. Young talents from all over the world began to search for fate in the town without appointment. After six days have passed, how many opportunities have been dug up, that is like people drinking water, knowing whether it is cold or warm themselves.

  As for those who are guilty of making a false accusation, they will be locked up in a guest house for six days and not allowed to go out.

  Cracking the task chain at the entrance of the town was purely out of interest, and Wang Lu had never placed any hope on fate from the very beginning.

  With such a noble and spiritual root, what need is there for any other opportunities or chances in cultivating immortality?

  Of course, from another perspective, after Wang Lu spent all his money on a box of wine and meat, he had no choice but to work for the boss's wife washing dishes, with only one cent left in his pocket.

  In the morning, Wang Lu was woken up by the noise outside the house.

  "The Ascension Conference has begun!"

  "The Shanmen Golden Bridge is about to collapse!"

  I don't know how many people were shouting loudly, and as they shouted, their voices gradually surged out of town.

  Wang Lu opened his eyes to find the sunlight outside the window slightly dazzling. He let out a sigh, patted Shu Tong awake, and began to get dressed and washed up, ready to set off on their journey.

  When checking out at the counter, the landlady couldn't help but laugh non-stop. Even when Wang Lu returned the food box to her, the landlady was very generous and waved her hand: "It's worth nothing, I'll give it to you."

  Wang Lu wanted to ask, since you are so generous, can the 3,500 taels of silver be returned to me?

  Of course not.

  Outside Lingxi Town, the majestic high mountains were gilded with a layer of pale gold by the sunlight. In the clouds and mist that surrounded it all year round, a golden bridge slowly descended from the sky, one end pointing to the ground, the other connecting to the ethereal and endless Lingshen Mountain. The cloud and mist covered the golden bridge, cutting it off at the waist, also isolating the mortal world's gaze that yearned for the celestial dust.

  A small open space, at this time squeezed with tens of thousands of people, later comers had no place to stand, Wang Lu got up too late and was blocked on the road out of town, unable to leave, could only tiptoe and gaze from afar.

  Fortunately, the young man's eyesight was extremely good, and he could see that the Golden Bridge in the sky was getting closer and closer to the ground. Next to it were two young monks wearing black and white robes, with their hands grasping sword gestures and their feet stepping on flying swords, steadily guarding both sides of the Golden Bridge.

  From a distance, the immortal cultivators didn't have three heads and six arms either. The two young men looked just like ordinary people, without colorful clouds or auspicious music accompanying them, but their aura far surpassed that of mortal emperors. In the crowded space where thousands of people jostled, the soft thud of the Golden Bridge landing was followed by an eerie silence. Countless eyes focused on one spot, and whether they were the sons of emperors or descendants of immortal cultivator families, no one could utter a word at this moment.

  In the silence, the Spirit Sword Master smiled and opened his mouth, his voice like the wind, entering the ears of everyone present.

  "Firstly, I and my junior fellow-disciple represent our sect in welcoming everyone to the Ascension Conference of the Lingjian Sect."

  Then the two of them calmly applauded by themselves, but unfortunately, the immortal cultivator's aura was too strong, and no one dared to follow suit, resulting in an awkward silence.

  The senior brother was slightly embarrassed, cleared his throat and said: "No more idle talk. As for some things about our sect, I believe you have all heard enough before coming here and in the town, so there is no need to repeat them. More things will be known when you reach a suitable height. Here, I wish you all find your own opportunities on this road to immortality."

  At this time, someone finally spoke up and asked: "The Ascension Conference, as long as we continue to climb upwards along this bridge to the top, will that be enough?"

  "My brother replied: 'As for this, I can only say that I hope everyone will do their best on the road and not be too greedy about reaching the peak.'"

  "What position should we climb to be considered qualified, shouldn't there be a standard?"

  "Later on, everyone will naturally understand."

  "When is it? This is also too irresponsible?"

  The senior brother smiled and didn't say a word, but the junior brother had a cold face: "If you don't want to come, you can get out of here. Who begged you?"

  The doubter's face turned red at once, but he didn't dare argue anymore.

  "Next, please follow the Golden Bridge into the mountains. Generally speaking, there won't be any danger on this Ascension Road, but if something unexpected happens or you get stuck somewhere and can't hold on, don't hesitate to ask for help. Our fellow disciples will arrive in time."

  "But if there are those who deliberately seek death, we will certainly fulfill their wish."

  "Sorry, my younger brother has been in a bad mood these past few days..."

  I'm in a good mood.

  "Shut up first."

  "You'd better shut up, you're so unlucky that even drawing a lottery would get the worst result, and now I'm dragged into this mess because of you... "

  The master's brothers were already surrounded by thousands of people, so the master quickly changed the subject: "I declare that the Ascension Conference is officially beginning!"

  Having said that, the two martial brothers hastily ascended into the air and cleared the entrance of the Golden Bridge.

  The next moment, the crowd surged forward, and young masters and servants from all over the place crowded onto the bridge together. The Golden Bridge, which was several dozen meters wide, could not accommodate so many people at one time, and the cries and shouts of anger suddenly burst forth. What's worse, among the people on the bridge, there were not a few who had just stepped up one or two steps before they fell down with a loud cry, and the scene was in chaos.

  The fellow disciples of Lingjian Mountain were also shocked, and the two of them hurriedly flew down again, joining forces to separate the crowd with their magic, but by then there were already no less than hundreds of people rolling on the ground in agony.

  The brothers looked at each other, their faces all looking a bit ugly, especially the older brother who was even more embarrassed: "Sorry, I forgot to say earlier that after the meeting starts, except for those who meet the conditions, no one else can go up on the bridge, so please ask the rest of you to leave."

  It's no wonder that those servants were tangled up like dumplings, and it was amusing to see that aside from the servants, there were also a number of young masters who fell off the bridge.

  At this time, the junior brother said in a cold voice: "Reiterate once again, those under 12 years old who have not practiced and are pretending to be on the bridge, get out of here."

  Those young masters who fell off the bridge were instantly embarrassed, and indeed many of them were already thirteen or fourteen years old, but had falsified their age in an attempt to bluff their way through. Now they had been exposed, although they wanted to explain themselves, looking at the face of the Lingjian cultivator, who dared to speak loudly? Even these two didn't explain beforehand, causing chaos on the scene, and no one dared to criticize them either.

  Of course, with a crowd of over 10,000 people, there are always some unusual ones. Just then, someone on the bridge shouted angrily: "I'm only eleven years old this year, why can't I cross the bridge?"

  The younger brother immediately pulled a long face: "How did you know you were eleven years old? Could you remember the date as soon as you were born?"

  His momentum was suddenly stifled: "This, of course, is what I was told by someone at home."

  "That's your mom who got it wrong."

  That young man was so angry he almost spat blood.

  "Who might you be?"

  "I am Liu Handong of the Liu family from Youzhou. Last month, I just turned eleven years old. My mother, the leader of Feiyun Sect, invited seventeen major and minor families from Lianyun Mountain in Youzhou to celebrate my birthday. Everyone on Lianyun Mountain knows about this!"

  The brothers looked at each other in dismay: "Fei Yun Sect?"

  Lianyun Mountain?

  He was stunned for a moment, and his senior brother suspiciously pulled out a map from his sleeve, unfolded it immediately, and searched with his junior brother.

  "After searching for a long time, the younger brother's face turned even colder: 'What kind of small sect can't be found on the map? The seventeen major families are celebrating the eleventh birthday of this unknown character? What kind of declining family dares to call itself a noble family?!'"

  Seeing his junior brother getting more and more out of control, the senior brother hastily interrupted: "That's right, the Golden Bridge was personally crafted by our sect leader. If you have any doubts about its effects, you can contact the sect leader in person to inquire."

  The junior brother sneered: "I think the old man will certainly have a pleasant conversation with you."

  Want to have a long talk with you? Let's send you to eternal sleep! The young master of the Liu family was suddenly smashed into a gray head and dusty face by someone holding the signboard of the Lingjian Gate, and he slipped away with his servants, disappearing into the crowd.

  From then on, there was no more dissenting voice in the space of ten thousand people. The two masters and brothers saw that order had been established, nodded slightly, and rose into the air to leave, no longer paying attention to the trivial matters at the entrance of the Golden Bridge. And the rest of the people also moved forward quietly and slowly.

  Of course, while walking, it was inevitable that there were many discussions. A book boy with a heavy load on his back was in a bad mood and sighed: "The immortals are indeed different, the two door boys have such big attitudes."

  The young master next to him chuckled: "Door god? You must be blind, if those two hear this, I can offer incense for you by this time next year... Didn't you hear them say that they were assigned as door gods after drawing the lower sign in the lottery? Just now, the two of them flew their swords and easily parted the crowd of over a thousand people. Is your family's door god so powerful?

  Shu Tong was taken aback and muttered: "Indeed, they are quite capable of showing off their might, but I always feel that the Ling Jian Sect is not friendly to us ordinary people."

  "When you were a kid and poured boiling water into an ant nest, didn't see you being very friendly to them either. Mortals are just like ants, and with their current mood, they haven't started a massacre yet, which is already considered kind-hearted. Do you know that we actually sold out once at the Ghost Gate just now?"

  Xiao Shu Tong's face turned white: "Really?"

  "Of course it's false, how can you believe this? It's not an evil sect or a demonic tribe, how could they slaughter innocent people indiscriminately?"

  “……”

  "But the Ling Jian Sect is really interesting, and it's completely different from those rigid and traditional ancient sects. Although it's an ancient sect, it has a unique and indescribable charm that I like!"

  Shu Tong sighed and followed the young master's footsteps silently. The Golden Bridge of the Ling Jian Sect was limited by age, and he and the young master were the same age, having just passed their twelfth birthday, exactly on the qualifying line, this trip would inevitably require him to help the young master carry his luggage all the way.

  At this time, he never thought that stepping on the Golden Bridge meant stepping on the road to ascension. This path only recognizes fate with immortals and does not distinguish between young masters or book boys.

  The path of immortality begins at your feet.

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