Chapter Ten Entrance

  Yesterday, my brother came over and we got drunk. After going home, I was dizzy and couldn't write anything. This morning at 4:00 AM, I woke up and finally made it up.

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  The old man with a red face frowned, dissatisfied: "Li Changlao, does our Hengyue Sect really have to stoop so low? To break the rules for the life and death of an ordinary person?"

  Li Zhanglao opened his eyes, his voice gradually cold, and said: "Ma Zhanglao, the leader has spoken, this matter is entrusted to us to take full responsibility. If it's not handled properly, this useless boy will really kill himself for the second time. At that time, his parents will spread it out and say that our Hengyue Sect forced their child to death. This embarrassing thing, isn't it humiliating? Can you take responsibility? If you can take responsibility, I won't care about this matter anymore."

  The middle-aged man hastily mediated, saying: "Alright, let's not quarrel over this small matter. Let's just take him in as a nominal disciple for now, and if he fails to cultivate after ten or eight years, we can send him back then. This way, there won't be any future trouble, isn't that wonderful?"

  The old man in brocade suddenly said, "If other uncollected children also imitate, what should we do?"

  The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "This is easy to handle. After this incident, we've also learned a lesson. From now on, all children who fail the test will be given a nudge with the Divine Sense Technique, planting in them the idea that they must not take their own lives lightly. As for Wang Lin, since things have already gotten to this point, we might as well just accept him. After all, he's just a nominal disciple, and it doesn't matter much."

  Apart from Li Zhanglao, the other two elders looked at the middle-aged man with profound and meaningful eyes, but did not speak again.

  The middle-aged man smiled and thought to himself, "Wang Lin, Wang Lin, I've helped you as much as I can. That piece of fine iron your fourth uncle gave me, I couldn't bear to part with it. What's strange is that a mortal like you could actually get your hands on such materials."

  In his middle age, he didn't know that the piece of refined iron was bought by Wang Lin's fourth uncle from a blacksmith on an occasional chance. He had seen much and knew widely, and at a glance, he saw that it was extraordinary. This time, in order to let the iron pillar join the Hengyue Sect, he took it out with an attitude of trying it out, but as for the function of this treasure, he didn't know.

  A piece of refined iron changed Wang Lin's fate. When this news reached his ears, Wang Lin couldn't believe it and he was inexplicably accepted as a nominal disciple.

  Two days later, he sent his parents down the Hengyue Sect. Looking at his parents' excited expressions, Wang Lin's heart was also quite joyful, and he secretly decided to cultivate immortals steadily here.

  However, this idea changed after his parents came down from the mountain. Wang Lin was called to a house specially arranged for registered disciples. A yellow-robed youth with a thieving appearance and a scornful expression looked him up and down, sneering: "You're that Wang Lin who became a registered disciple by relying on self-destruction?"

  Wang Lin looked at him with a glance, silent and wordless. The young man raised an eyebrow, sneering: "Kid, from tomorrow on, every day when the sun rises, come here to report for duty. Your job is to fetch water, if you can't fill ten large jars, you won't get any food. If you fail continuously for seven days, I'll inform the elder and have you expelled from the Hengyue Sect. These are your clothes, remember that only registered disciples wear gray robes, only when you become a true disciple will you be given other colored robes." After finishing speaking, he impatiently threw a set of clothes and a waist plate aside, closing his eyes to meditate and ignoring the other person.

  Wang Lin picked up his clothes and asked, "Where am I staying?"

  The young man lazily said, "Head north and you'll naturally see a row of flat houses. Give your waist card to the disciples there and they'll arrange a room for you."

  Wang Lin remembered it in his heart, turned around and walked north. After he left, the young man opened his eyes and muttered disdainfully: "He actually relied on suicide to join, what a waste."

  As he walked within the Heng Yue Sect, Wang Lin saw that most of the disciples were wearing gray robes, each and every one of them hurrying along with a cold expression. Some of them even held tools in their hands, looking slightly exhausted.

  They walked north for a long time and finally saw a row of short houses. There were more gray-clothed disciples here than elsewhere, but they still went about their own business, rarely talking to each other.

  Hand over the waist card to the yellow-robed disciple in charge of this place. The other party didn't say a word, and impatiently pointed to a house.

  Wang Lin was also used to the cold expressions of everyone here, walked to the house, pushed the door in and took a look, the room was not big, two wooden beds, one table, swept very clean, new and old degree similar to home.

  He chose a wooden bed that looked unused, put down his luggage, and lay on the bed with a thousand thoughts in his mind. Although he had finally entered the Hengyue Sect, it was not as he had imagined that he could practice immortal techniques. According to what the young man in yellow said earlier, his job was to carry water.

  Thinking of this, he let out a light sigh and touched the stone bead tied to his chest with a rope. This thing was something he was extremely particular about. Wang Lin had read many books and knew many allusions, including the story of "a common man is innocent but guilty for possessing jade". He secretly made up his mind that no one could know that he possessed this treasure.

  It wasn't long before night fell, and a thin grey-clad youth with a tired expression pushed open the door and walked in. He saw Wang Lin, hesitated for a moment, carefully sized him up, then ignored him and lay down on the bed, falling into a daze.

  Wang Lin didn't mind, he knew he had to get up early tomorrow, so he patted his belly and took out some sweet potatoes from his bag. These were brought by his parents when they came looking for him on the road, and after finding Wang Lin and seeing that he was taken in by the Hengyue Sect, they left all the remaining sweet potatoes with him.

  The sweet potato was very sweet, Wang Lin ate a few bites, at this time the young man lying opposite him moved, got up and stared straight at the sweet potato, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and said in a low voice: "Can I have one?"

  Wang Lin immediately took out a few pieces and threw them onto the other person's bed, laughing: "I have a lot here, eat as much as you like."

  The young man immediately grabbed it and swallowed it into his stomach, then rushed to the table to pour a glass of water, drank it in one gulp, and sighed: "Damn, I haven't eaten anything for two days. Thanks, buddy! By the way, what's your name?"

  Wang Lin reported his name, and the young man listened, suddenly stunned, and exclaimed: "You're Wang Lin, that waste who relied on self-destruction to enter the Ruhe Range...". He said this, he felt embarrassed, and laughed softly: "Brother, my name is Zhang Hu, speaking from the heart, almost no one in the sect doesn't know you, don't blame me for saying that earlier. Actually, I admire you, you were able to use such a method to get in."

  Wang Lin smiled bitterly and didn't explain himself, instead passing over a few pieces of sweet potato.

  Zhang Hu hastily took over, and after eating a few mouthfuls, he said with embarrassment: "Wang Lin, you'd better keep some for yourself. You're new here, don't know that Huang Shu Lang in the Miscellaneous Affairs Department is all bad water in his belly. Wait till you start working tomorrow, you'll know! Damn it, he simply doesn't treat us named disciples as human beings!"