Chapter 8: The Small Thousand Worlds (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!!!)

  Hu Jing and Wang Meng couldn't help but sigh, Zhang Xiaopang was the kind of person who absolutely couldn't be flattered, his ears had a special ability, they could automatically skip over unpleasant sounds and amplify pleasant ones.

  The sky had already darkened, and the three young people encouraged each other before parting ways. Whether they cared or not, they were all filled with anticipation for the holy temple, where they would start a new life in a world completely different from their past.

  Three days later, the gate of the Holy Temple was waiting for one hundred and twenty-five new disciples. They were this year's new disciples, and this number also set a record for Leiguang City. In the past, there were only sixty or seventy people, which was already a lot.

  Everyone was excited, with their heads held high and chests out, looking around at the people, the youthful pride and confidence radiating from each person's face. In the crowd, Wang Meng and the three others were no exception. At this moment, Zhang Xiao Pang appeared particularly special, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, darting back and forth like a flying sword, and those who were swept by him would feel a sense of resonance in their hearts.

  Half a response, Fatso sighed, Wang Meng knew him too well. "What's wrong, didn't get anything?"

  "Alas, after my careful examination, it's clear that even half of our Xiaojing's level is not reached. It seems our Xiaojing will dominate the Holy Hall!"

  Zhang Xiaopang didn't forget to flatter her with a few words, but in fact, Hu Jing was indeed the focus of the entire scene. As a natural five-layer cultivator who rarely appeared outside of the cultivation world, this also showcased Hu Jing's talent. It is said that some cultivation families have already thrown out olive branches to her.

  Having gained the support of the Xiu Xian Sect, her cultivation in the Holy Land would become smoother, and she would also have a greater advantage in competitions, but Hu Jing was not in a hurry to make a choice.

  To ordinary people, this might be a great blessing, but obviously Hu Jing's goal is higher.

  "Zhang Xiaopang, can you be any more boring?" Hu Jing didn't buy it, "However, come to think of it, this is also the reason why Arrow Sect's elder thinks highly of him. It's said that his eyesight is the best among all the archery disciples this year."

  Zhang Xiaopang raised his head and puffed out his chest, extremely pleased with himself as he raised an eyebrow to make his bright and spirited big eyes even more striking.

  Just as a group of young people's voices grew louder, a rumbling sound began, and the normally closed grand doors of the temple opened, revealing four figures standing at the entrance.

  Among them, two were the bearded elder and the handsome elder who decided Wang Meng's fate in the re-examination, and a stunning muscle man who was obviously a bodybuilder, as well as a mature woman with elegant temperament that made the girls present envy.

  The entire audience fell silent at once, and the gaze of those watching also became respectful. In the world of cultivation, one's status is determined solely by their ability.

  Four-handed golden sword, with a lifespan of over 40 layers, is like a god-like existence for these novice practitioners.

  "I am Xu Huan of the Sword Sect, and I will be your guide for your cultivation in the near future. Now, the team is divided, standing in front of each of your corresponding masters."

  Xu Huan's voice was very domineering, and the novice swordsmen immediately stood on Xu Huan's side.

  "I am Wan Jing of Jian Zong, come to me, Bow Repairing Disciple."

  Wan Jing's voice was still icy cold, this is probably also a characteristic of Gong Xiuxian, cold and detached, with piercing eyes.

  When Zhang Xiaopang followed the team to come before Wan Jing, the surrounding archery disciples were all looking at him.

  "What are you looking at? Who says a fatty can't be an archer!" Zhang Xiaopang said fearlessly, with Wang Meng and Hu Jing around, Little Fatty never knew what being timid was.

  A burst of laughter erupted around them, even the four elders couldn't help but crack a smile. This little guy is going to stir up some excitement in Archery Sect.

  "Fu Xi's Zhao Ya, Fu Xi's disciple is here." The voice of Elder Zhao Ya was different from the previous two, making people feel like a spring breeze, and all the innocent boys couldn't help but admire him.

  Hu Jing stood in first place without hesitation.

  "Ti Zong, Wang Bo is right, the rest are just small fries of Ti Xiu's faction. Alright, don't waste any more time, let's go!"

  Ti Xiu Wang Bo's voice was like a thunderclap, stunning a group of people and making their heads buzz.

  It's not intentional, but as a result of cultivating one's body, the body itself becomes a weapon, including one's voice.

  When a group of young people entered the temple, the temple gate closed with a loud bang. The one who closed it was Wang Bodang. A group of young people stared in amazement as the more than 30-meter-high and nearly one-meter-thick gate was closed by Wang Bodang with just one hand.

  A group of people who were suddenly enlightened by Wang Bo's majestic aura felt their passions soaring and suddenly saw a bright future ahead.

  Under the leadership of the four, the crowd entered the inner gate, but everyone was stunned by what they saw in front of them. There was nothing inside, no one, and no other buildings, only a desolate empty square.

  At this moment, everyone whispered secretly, but the four elders did not react much, apparently they had seen such reactions many times.

  Four elderly men were also observing these newcomers. The more excellent ones, like Hu Jing, remained calm and composed in the face of changes, and some people might have already known about it.

  Lei Guang Cheng's yuanqi is not bad, but after all, it's just nourishment. For ordinary people in their growth period, having thicker yuanqi isn't necessarily better; if one's innate talent isn't enough, there might be danger. However, once they reach adulthood and gain a life mark, the best place to cultivate will absolutely not be here.

  All practitioners have a common destination, which is the Small Thousand World!

  Brilliant lights flashed in all directions, a group of rookie cultivators experienced the thrill of teleportation for the first time.

  When the light faded, they had already left what was known as the Holy Temple. Everyone looked around in amazement at a completely different world that stretched out endlessly. The most striking difference was that this world was filled with abundant vital energy, which was simply worlds apart from the outside city of Leigong.

  "Welcome to the world of Xiao Qian." Zhao Ya, the symbol of Fu Zong, showed a charming smile. Everyone also liked listening to Zhao Ya's words. The other three were either cold or violent, and none had the elegance and gentleness of Elder Zhao Ya.

  As they spoke, he took out a boat-shaped token from the Qiankun bag and with a flick of his hands, yuan energy shot out in all directions. The boat token transformed into a gigantic wooden ark.

  Four old men jumped up one after another, the young birds were stunned for a moment, and then jumped onto the boat.

  "Get up!"

  As Zhao Ya's heavenly voice soared, the flying boat rose slowly, accompanied by a group of young people's excitement.

  "Go!"

  As Zhao Ya's gesture was thrown out, the flying boat soared into the sky, and now it was the turn of Fu Xi's disciples to be excited.

  The feeling of overlooking the earth from high altitude is really wonderful, lush and green, with rivers flowing everywhere in a small world, all of which seem like a dream to the practitioners who come here for the first time.

  Hu Jing couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile, Zhao Ya was her target, the first person she wanted to surpass!

  Zhang Xiaopang looked around excitedly, but the scenery didn't have much appeal to him.

  Wang Meng

  Sweat dripped from Wang Meng's forehead, his teeth clenched in anger, silently cursing this damn thing, he... was actually acrophobic.

  As a sword cultivator, the dream is to fly with the sword, but I'm afraid of heights... Ah!

  The four elders obviously did not know how many years they had lived here, and the age on the surface was not necessarily the real age, which was the advantage of cultivators.