Chapter 29: Outer Disciple Enters Penglai Island!

  "Come with me."

  Among those dog clans, a big man with a completely dog-like head raised his black whip and fiercely lashed it at the vicious dog's buttocks.

  The ferocious dog let out a loud bark, bared its teeth, turned around, and with all four limbs working together, whipped up wave after wave of fierce winds, blowing the surrounding snowflakes into a frenzy, forming a blizzard that charged deep into the snowy wilderness.

  At one time, all the young men rushed out and ran after the dog tribe people.

  About half an hour later, the sky gradually brightened.

  The wind gradually grew stronger, mixed with snowflakes and hailstones that stung people's faces.

  In the blizzard, a gigantic palace outline gradually emerged before everyone's eyes.

  As people gradually walked in, the outline of the huge palace also slowly became clear.

  Look up and gaze into the distance.

  This palace is dozens of feet high, with a thick base and a thin top, in the shape of a sharp cone. The stone walls are carved with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, among which twelve stone pillars are all emerald green. Inside the palace, clouds and mist are like the sea, and the bridges are suspended in mid-air. The eaves of the palace can be vaguely seen, and the atmosphere is solemn and majestic, making people feel awe-inspiring when they see it.

  Inside, there is no chill of winter. White walls, green trees, red tiles, vermilion gates, buildings, pavilions, flower stands and strange trees are scattered high and low, with beautiful scenery. A small stream flows east and west, sometimes as a fish pond or a lake, where golden scales of fish swim and shine brightly. Looking at it, it seems to be a little mysterious, like the changing of smoke and clouds, yet vivid and lifelike, it is a small world!

  A ladder to the sky, laid out from top to bottom, stretched all the way to the feet of the crowd. This ladder to the sky, each step was as high and wide as half a zhang. Majestic and grand! Like a giant's palace, revealing a desolate, bleak atmosphere.

  Those fifteen hundred young men stood before that magnificent palace, like a group of tiny ants.

  "What a huge palace!" Long Hao Tian took in a breath of cold air, spat out a few snowflakes, and wrapped his arms around himself, shivering with the cold. But his eyes were burning hot as he muttered to himself: "This is my first time seeing such a massive palace. It's probably many times bigger than the Qing Kingdom's imperial palace!"

  "Of course!" Ye Qing's pretty face was frozen red, she cupped her hands and blew out a mouthful of white mist, continuing: "This is the sacred temple of Penglai Peninsula!

  "All outer sect disciples who go out of Penglai Peninsula must come here to obtain the permission of the Holy Temple."

  Mo Bei gazed at the few Dog Clan members, riding on their ferocious dogs. With a few agile and nimble jumps, they sped along the stairs towards the Holy Temple.

  "Let's hurry up." Mo Bei thought for a moment, took big strides and chased after him along the stairs.

  Half an hour later, more than 1,500 young people finally climbed up to the temple and came into the hall.

  The light in front of him suddenly dimmed, Mo Bei's pupils contracted slightly, and it took a moment to adapt. Before he could take stock, a hoarse voice, accompanied by a slight cough, suddenly echoed throughout the grand hall.

  "Congratulations, everyone. You have become outer disciples of the Tai Xu Sect."

  As the crowd followed the sound, three old men walked out of the darkness behind the palace, two men and one woman. They seemed to be walking with difficulty, but the expression on their faces and their movements gave people a sense of profundity that was beyond measure.

  The powerful oppression makes people tremble with fear.

  Ye Qinghong leaned in close to Mo Bei, pointing at one of the elderly men, and said in a low voice: "Mo Bei, look. That white-bearded old man wearing hemp clothes is actually Huo Xuan Daozhang, the renowned master of Tai Xu Zong! Don't underestimate him just because he's old now. He's a true cultivator who has built his foundation!"

  Mo Beixin's eyes were stern as he looked at Huo Yuhao with a gaze full of respect.

  Ye Qinghong continued: "And then there's that old man in black robes, leaning on a cane. He's a Taoist! Grandfather said he's also a true cultivator of the foundation!"

  Foundation period?

  Mo Bei raised an eyebrow, and for a moment, he felt even more reverence in his heart. He carefully sized up the three elderly men present.

  As he looked on, his eyebrows slowly furrowed again, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

  Huoyue Daochang and Tudao Ren, both of whom were true cultivators who had established their foundations, held high positions, but why did they seem to be looking up to the silver-haired old woman in the middle with reverence in their eyes?

  Could it be that this silver-haired granny is even more formidable?

  Ye Qinghong saw his confusion and smiled, saying in a low voice: "Mo Beigong you guessed it! The old lady with silver hair is indeed Shuǐ Yuè Pó Pó!"

  "Shuǐ Yuè Pó Po's temper is quite big, don't provoke her, Mò Běi Gē. Otherwise..." Yè Qīng Hóng didn't finish speaking.

  The Water Moon Mother in the center of the great hall slightly furrowed her brow, a hint of displeasure seeping into her calm voice: "Who is speaking?"

  An aura of majesty suddenly emanated from him.

  The entire hall was suddenly silent, with only the sound of breathing audible. Ye Qinghong hastily swallowed his saliva, too frightened to speak further.

  "There are national laws and family rules. In the great hall, making a ruckus, what kind of decorum is this?" Water Moon Granny, although with a head full of white hair, had smooth skin that was radiant, like a woman in her thirties. She narrowed her eyes slightly: "If there's another loud disturbance, I'll heavily punish you with 50 strokes of the door whip and expel you from the mountain gate!"

  As soon as these words came out, the crowd who heard them were so frightened that they bit their tongues, lowered their heads and didn't dare to say another word.

  This Water Moon Granny is really fierce.

  "Alright," the tone of Shuǐ Yuè Pópó gradually lowered, and she lightly coughed, taking two slow steps forward, her fingers lightly tapping the air, a flowing shadow flew out and fell outside the hall.

  After a moment, outside the three-zhang-high temple gate, a group of outer door disciples wearing uniform black and red uniforms walked in one after another.

  There were as many as one hundred and fifty people.

  Huǒ Xù Dào walked forward and said in a loud, thick voice: "Now, let's start dividing into groups. Every ten people will form a group, led by an older outer sect disciple."

  "What's the point of dividing into groups?" Mo Bei asked curiously.

  Ye Qinghong subconsciously glanced at Shuixi PoPo, seeing that she wasn't looking this way, before speaking in a thief-like whisper:

  "Mo Beige, in order for us to survive and cultivate on this Penglai Peninsula, we must divide into small groups. Cultivating together, one's own power is not enough."

  Long Hao Tian also came over, nodding softly and saying: "That's right, big brother. I've heard that on this Penglai Peninsula, everything has to be obtained through one's own efforts. Everyone must go to work and earn spirit stones to buy cultivation techniques and cultivate themselves."

  "There is an old junior who can lead the way and practice, which can save a lot of trouble."

  "So that's how it is." Mo Bei suddenly realized.

  Never thought that Taixu's religious teachings for outer door disciples would be such a peculiar method.

  Those over a hundred foreign disciples, each holding a yellow paper in their hands, took turns reciting the names of the disciples in their small groups.

  "Long Hao Tian, Group Twelve."

  "Kokuryū, twelfth group."

  “……”

  "Mo Bei, Twelfth Group."

  "Leaf Qinghong, Group Thirty-six."

  Ye Qinghong's face immediately turned red with anger, her eyebrows furrowed together, and her small mouth pouted upwards. Her whole face showed displeasure as she spoke, and to everyone's surprise, she actually wanted to walk over and argue with Shuixi's grandmother.

  Long Hao Tian was frightened, sweating profusely, and hastily pulled her, whispering urgently: "Ye Daxia, Ye Nainai, keep your voice down! Do you still want to stay in Tai Xu Sect?"

  "I don't care! I don't care!" Ye Qinghong bit her red lips, pouted, and looked at Mo Bei with reluctance: "I want to be in the same group as Brother Mo Bei."

  Her expression was as if she had suffered a great injustice, her bright eyes gazing deeply at Mo Bei with a pitiful and sorrowful look, truly a sight to behold.

  Mo Bei couldn't help but rub her smooth forehead and comforted, "It's okay. It's not like we won't see each other again. We're just in different groups."

  After much persuasion, Ye Qinghong finally gave in and reluctantly agreed.

  After sending off Ye Qinghong, Long Haitian shrank his neck and elbowed Mo Bei, raising an eyebrow and smiling mischievously: "Big brother, you're really something! A beauty throwing herself into your arms, why not take advantage of this good fortune?"

  Mo Beibai gave him a glance and shook her head: "I won't consider these things until I've fully cultivated."

  "Great!" Long Hao Tian's face changed in an instant, and with a flicker of his eyes, he put on a stern expression, speaking solemnly: "A good man has ambitions that stretch far and wide! How can you be swayed by these trivial, shallow beauties? It's really not right!... Big brother, take a look at that woman, she's got big breasts and a curvy butt, she'll definitely give birth to a great son..."

  Mo Bei was so angry he wanted to kick him.

  At this time, a voice came again from among the crowd.

  "Fang Luoyou, Twelfth Group."

  Long Haitian exclaimed, "Huh?" and scratched the back of his head: "That Fang Luoyou is actually in our group too, what a coincidence."

  No sooner had he finished speaking than a very familiar bright laughter sounded from behind Mo Bei.

  "Haha, I didn't expect Brother Mo Bei to be in group twelve as well. This is great, from now on we can take care of each other!"

  The two turned around, only to see Fang Luoyou with a smile all over his face, walking towards them from the crowd. In his hands were two brand new outer disciple uniforms of the Taixu Sect.

  "Just now, I went to pick up the clothes. Also, I happened to pick up a set for Mo Bei as well." Fang Luo You smiled warmly and handed over the outer door disciple's uniform.

  Mo Bei was slightly surprised, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes, and humbly said: "Thank you, Master Fang. I don't dare to accept your praise, and I still need your guidance in the future."

  "Haha, well said! Yesterday's assessment, Mo Bei's swordsmanship changes were truly ingenious and subtle. I'm deeply impressed and will definitely learn from him in the future." Fang Luoyou laughed heartily, opening his mouth to say something else.

  "Twelfth squad disciples, assemble!"

  A sudden voice came over, Mo Bei and others turned their heads to take a look, and saw a bald-headed young monk in black clothes walking quickly towards them.

  He walked with a steady and firm pace, his movements vigorous and forceful, like the wind; occasionally, a sharp glint would flash in his eyes, revealing a hint of resolute cunning.

  As he was sizing him up from afar, the man took two or three steps forward and stopped in his tracks, as if rooted to the spot, motionless.

  "I've seen all of you, fellow disciples." The bald disciple's voice was thick and even, neither arrogant nor humble, simply saying: "I am your senior brother, and for the next five years, I will also be the leader of this group. You can call me Tian Zichang or Senior Brother Tian. Now, I'll take you to where we'll be living from now on."

  He finished speaking in one breath, turned around and left, clean and neat, without any hesitation or lingering, not giving anyone a chance to ask questions.

  Everyone looked at each other in dismay, then grabbed their clothes and followed closely behind, climbing up the ring-shaped stairs on the side of the great hall to the top of the hall.

  The top of the hall is a circular square.