Chapter 9: The Rookie Birds

  After flying for about ten minutes, a magnificent fairy mountain suddenly appeared in front of everyone. In the misty clouds, there were buildings emitting white light, where the best cultivation methods and strongest techniques of the entire Small Thousand World could be found.

  The blood of young people is boiling, this is the Holy Hall, this is the first great sect of the Cultivation World!

  Of course, this is also their home and they will fight for it.

  The flying boat flew at high speed, slowing down when approaching the temple. Xuhuang's hand had an additional dark golden long sword with dragon patterns on it, and the long sword was thrown out.

  Sword flies!

  Although Xuhuang's image of a sword immortal is somewhat different from Wang Meng's, the flying Xuhuang with his sword is still full of the unique elegance of a sword cultivator.

  Jian Xiu is known as the first major repair, and it's not just bragging.

  At this time, a young man suddenly appeared in mid-air, with a floating red dharma wheel under his feet. His expression was arrogant and he didn't salute Xu Huan. On his body was also the mark of four golden swords.

  "Xu Huan, the Hushan Great Array is just ahead. We can stop here." Xiu Xiuxiu, who was handsome to the point of being somewhat androgynous, didn't plan on giving Xu Huan any face.

  Xu Huan's eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Ma Wanliang, Xin Dizi is observing the mountain, this is a compulsory route, what do you mean by blocking here?"

  "Xu Huan, you've been wandering around in circles, and seen everything there is to see. These rookies aren't even qualified to enter the mountain. Today I'm guarding the mountain. If you don't like it, go tell my master about it. Don't bother me with your nonsense here."

  Ma Wanliang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes scanning the flying boat. When he saw Zhao Ya, there was a hint of something in his eyes. As he scanned past Zhao Ya to Hu Jing behind her, he revealed a hint of surprise, not expecting such a stunning beauty among this group of people.

  "Ma Shidi, these new disciples are seeing the Sacred Hall for the first time. Just make it convenient for them to take a look, just open the mist and let them see."

  Zhao Ya smiled slightly and said.

  Ma Wanliang's attitude towards Zhao Ya was completely different, "When Teacher Zhao speaks, I will naturally follow."

  As he spoke, his hands spread out, revealing a spiritual symbol. The mist that shrouded the Holy Mountain gradually dispersed, and then the majestic and magnificent temple, worthy of being called a divine wonder, appeared.

  The sacred mountain where the Holy Temple is located is one of the famous mountains in the Small Thousand Worlds, with rich yuan energy, which is also very beneficial to cultivators. Of course, if it weren't for the strength of the Holy Temple, ordinary forces wouldn't be able to possess it. Although it has gone through many battles, the foundation of the Holy Temple has never been shaken. For thousands of years, generations of Holy Temple disciples have worked hard to build the current majestic and inviolable Holy Temple.

  This is a miracle of the small world.

  Wang Meng stared up at the high and mighty Holy Temple, just looking, his heart filled with a surge of courage, one day he would make everyone there know him!

  Ma Wanliang's broadness was limited, and soon the holy hall was shrouded in mist again. "Sister Zhao, when you return to the Holy Hall, remember to inform me. I have obtained a hundred-year-old Huichun grass, and there are some alchemy problems that I would like to ask for your guidance."

  Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya couldn't help but nod her head slightly. Ma Wanliang smiled and disappeared into the fog.

  Cultivators can prolong their lifespan, but time is a butcher's knife that will still take away one's beauty. Female cultivators would go to great lengths to maintain their beauty, and the Rejuvenation Grass was one of the immortal herbs used as an essential material for refining the Rejuvenation Pill.

  The flying boat turned its head and left the Holy Mountain, flying downwards. It was only then that the people on the flying boat realized they were not qualified to enter the holy hall yet.

  "Zhao Shī Mèi, this guy is not a good thing, you'd better be careful." Xu Huáng sheathed his sword and reminded her that the so-called "return of spring grass" was obviously not what the drunkard had in mind.

  "He is Master Ma's spoiled nephew, so why bother treating him as an equal."

  Zhao Ya was very calm, "Alright, all disciples gather in the middle, I'm going to speed up, our destination is the Holy Temple's Lei Guang branch hall, which will also be your future cultivation place."

  Xu Huan returned to the flying boat and glanced at Wang Meng, who was staring straight at the Holy Mountain. "Kid, move in a bit. When the flying boat accelerates later, you'll really be sent back to the Holy Hall if you're thrown off."

  Wang Meng clenched his fists and took a step forward, Xu Huan furrowed his brow, suddenly catching sight of the big sweat on Wang Meng's forehead, he was stunned, couldn't help but shake his head.

  He had naturally seen such situations before, acrophobia, extremely few cultivators would experience this condition, but for a sword cultivator, this was undoubtedly fatal, and it was possible that he might have made a mistake in the excitement of the moment.

  The flying boat whizzed out a white light, diving towards the northern part of the Holy Mountain. The four elders stood at the bow of the boat, facing the wind with pride, while the disciples behind them were tumbling and crying out in surprise.

  Wang Meng gritted his teeth and adjusted his center of gravity, this acceleration was a shock that made his soul fly out.

  By the time everyone reacted, the flying boat had already landed on a small mountain not far from the Holy Mountain, with four large characters "Lei Guang Fen Tang" engraved on the cliff wall, emitting golden light.

  Dozens of disciples stood in the square at the gate, shouting in unison, "Welcome back, Elder!"

  Four elders looked at a group of dizzy new disciples, most of whom were about to vomit from the extreme speed flight just now, and a few who could stand up were also pale.

  King Bo's gaze swept across the crowd, and a thunderous voice rang out, "From today on, you will begin your training in Leigong Hall, but only those who pass the entrance exam have the qualifications to become a disciple of Shengtang."

  This undoubtedly shocked many new disciples, thinking that they could embark on their cultivation journey smoothly, but unexpectedly there was a test.

  Wan Jing coldly swept her gaze over the crowd, "Last year, we recruited fifty people, but only twenty stayed. The year before that, we recruited sixty people, but only eighteen stayed. This year, although there are many people, how many will actually stay?"

  At that moment, everyone's heart was frightened to death. If they were eliminated, wouldn't it be a loss of face? All their dreams and hopes would come to an abrupt end.

  "Zhao Guang, your senior fellow disciple, if you encounter any problems, you can ask him or other senior fellow disciples for guidance. Now, distribute the jade tally, and your accommodation tasks are all inside."

  As they spoke, Zhao Ya's left hand had an extra stack of talismans, and her right hand opened the Orchid Flower Seal. The talismans flew out one by one like fleeting shadows.

  As soon as Wang Meng took it in hand, a string of information flooded his mind.

  Wang Meng, courtesy name Shexu, 56 years old, sword repair, third generation disciple of Leiguan Hall.

  Next are the rules of the Holy Hall, which all disciples must follow: respect your teachers and the way, as a holy cultivator, you can cut and polish, but you cannot harm the lives of fellow disciples.

  Entry task: Open up one mu of spiritual field.

  Behind is the requirement of how to open Lingtian, the holy temple does not need tuition, but the master teaches skills, as a disciple must do his best to serve, with their ability can only do this kind of miscellaneous work, just did not expect that even becoming a miscellaneous worker also needs to be tested.

  In terms of cultivation, his talisman only had Pei Yuan Gong and a nighttime illumination technique for walking, which means that for the remaining month, he was still cultivating Pei Yuan Gong.

  Everyone's expression was different, and it was clear that their symbols were not all the same, nor were their tasks.

  As soon as he finished speaking, the four elders disappeared, and the other disciples also relaxed and dispersed.

  Zhao Guang walked to the front of the crowd, "I am Zhao Guang, a third-generation disciple of Lei Guang and also the future senior master who has passed the test. For this month, you will act according to the contents of the talisman, strictly following the rules of the Lei Guang Hall. Whoever disobeys will be severely punished."

  "Zhao Shixiong, I have a question, are we all cultivating on our own this month?"

  "Yes, I only have Peiyuan Gong on top of this, what's the use of that?"

  "Big Brother Master, where is Luandong Mountain? What about my task..."

  Some of Zhao Guang's third-generation disciples who had not dispersed yet couldn't help but burst out laughing, while Zhao Guang himself smiled slightly, "Are you asking me to complete the task for you? Disperse!"

  After finishing speaking, he ignored the crowd and left under the support of a group of three-generation disciples.

  "A group of idiots who don't even open their eyes." The third generation disciple laughed and looked at the crowd as if they were animals.

  A group of novice cultivators were completely stunned, this was totally different from what they had thought, familiar people all gathered together.

  (Haha, awesome!)

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