Chapter 19: Big Brother, I'm Done with You!

  Suddenly in a small circle far away, someone waved vigorously towards Niu Deng.

  Niu Deng responded with a sound, his face filled with joy and laughter. He turned around to look at Mo Bei and the others, and suddenly had an idea!

  Mo Beidou bid farewell: "Brother Mo Beidou, I met a few acquaintances, so let's part ways for now! Let's meet again when we enter the Tai Xu Sect!"

  "May our paths cross again!" Mo Bei nodded.

  As he spoke, Niu Deng pulled his leg and ran towards the several boys who were beckoning him on the other side.

  At this time, Ye Qinghong's voice pulled Mo Beiyuan's distant gaze back, and she continued to point to a not-too-distant place, saying: "Brother Mo Bei, look over there!"

  Mo Bei and the other person followed her gesture and looked over. In the crowd, a figure suddenly appeared in their line of sight.

  That blood-red garment, black hair fluttering in the wind, eyes like ink, gaze shifting, exuding a thread of cold arrogance, repelling people with an aloofness that is thousands of miles away, without any pretence.

  Ice sculpture people.

  With a three-foot green sword in hand, it faintly hums, continuously whispering softly, from time to time revealing a thread of murderous intent!

  She stood quietly there, unhurried and unruffled, with a calm and serene expression.

  The young men who were about to approach and show their enthusiasm were all intimidated by this cold demeanor, not daring to make small talk, and subconsciously retreated a few feet away.

  This figure is particularly striking and eye-catching even in a crowded sea of people.

  A crane standing among chickens!

  Mo Bei had even forgotten to look at her face.

  That transcendent and detached calmness, along with the lonely and icy coldness, imperceptibly exudes a thread of murderous intent, two auras that originally didn't match.

  However, the coldness in her murderous intent intertwined with the coldness of her proud loneliness, coexisting within this slender figure, yet seeming to be naturally and effortlessly blended together. It made it so that among millions of people, one could spot her presence at a single glance.

  Emerging from the muddy water without being stained, washing in the clear stream without being seduced.

  That's the best evaluation of her.

  It seems that beneath this proud and icy demeanor, there must be a stunningly beautiful face.

  That red-clad beauty was surrounded by a group of girls, chirping and chattering, laughing and chatting, with occasional bursts of giggles.

  Among these women's frolics, **suddenly appeared, and was indeed eye-catching.

  "This," Ye Qing's face flushed with a hint of pride and a small sense of arrogance: "She is the disciple that our Tai Xū Zōng takes great pride in, Ye Qingfeng!"

  "Ye Qingfeng?" Mo Bei muttered to himself, staring at the figure in the bloody clothes, his eyes flickering from time to time, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

  "Disciple? Tai Xu Zong's disciple? Has she already been accepted as a disciple by Tai Xu Zong? Then why is she among the crowd waiting to be assessed?" Long Hao Tian asked curiously.

  "Ah!" Ye Qinghong switched the little rabbit to her right hand, holding it lightly, and raised her left thumb, with a proud smile on her face that couldn't be concealed.

  "This is it, she's not an official disciple yet. However, this test for Qingfeng sister is simply child's play, easy as pie!"

  "Probably, her background isn't simple either." Mo Bei suddenly spoke up and interjected.

  "Ah..." Ye Qinghong looked at Mo Bei in surprise, nodded, and slightly raised her delicate chin: "That... is correct! Qingfeng sister, but it's a world-renowned family!"

  The so-called Yixiang Shijia is actually the descendant family of Ye Shen Yi, the founder of Tai Xu Zong.

  Her existence was highly anticipated, and from a young age, the elders all praised Qingfeng's understanding of sword intent, saying she was second to none, with no one daring to claim first place!

  "But... I'm far inferior to Qingfeng sister..."

  Yè Qīng Shuāng, Yè Qīng Hóng...

  Mo Bei looked at Ye Qinghong and then looked at the distant figure, nodded thoughtfully, as if he had understood something.

  "Tsk, tsk, this time there are so many disciples from big families, anyway, it's already been decided internally, why bother going through the motions of participating in the assessment? What's the point of even trying?"

  Long Haitian was originally proud of being a descendant of the 72nd generation of the Mouse family, but after Ye Qinghong's words, he suddenly felt that he had been too self-important, and his tone turned sour.

  Ye Qinghong didn't catch the meaning behind his words, and instead counted on her fingers as she said: "Not only that, this time there are many more formidable disciples."

  "This time, the Tai Xu Sect recruited disciples on a large scale, with about 4,000 people arriving. One thousand of them were disciples from the aristocratic families of the Tai Xu Sect's own mountain. Two thousand were disciples from the wealthy and influential families controlled by the Tai Xu Sect in various countries. One thousand were grassroots talents discovered by the Tai Xu Sect."

  "In order to know that among the thirty-one countries controlled by Tai Xuan Sect, each major martial arts hall has a spy."

  "Like Li Jiayue, Sun Zhongyan, Chen Yubi, Chen Jiu Chou, Wang Lie, Zhang Xinghuan, Liu Qinghe and Liu Yu Heng, they are all extraordinary talents of the century."

  Ye Qing cleared her throat and pointed at Fang Luoyou and Chen Qingzhu, continuing:

  "They are both, along with Qingfeng sister, Ji Wubing, but too virtual sects are rare geniuses that can only be encountered once in a hundred years!" Ye Qinghong fiercely waved her small fist, and the bright eyes emitted a scorching light, saying: "It's really a dragon and tiger fighting!"

  "But... " Ye Qinghong looked at Mo Bei again, the fervent light in her eyes turning into admiration: "My brother Mo Bei is not bad either!"

  Mo Bei smiled wryly and shook his head, neither affirming nor denying. However, in his mind, he was thinking about Ye Qinghong's words.

  A thousand grassroots people.

  I guess I'm one of them then.

  But...

  Descendants of a noble family may be very strong! However, the Immortal Path values immortal fate, relying on individual effort rather than worldly status and position.

  This is too illusory, I must cultivate to great success!

  Suddenly, a girl on Ye Qingfeng's side saw Ye Qinghong and someone shouted:

  "Green red, green red, come quickly!"

  "Ah," Yeh Qinghong hesitated for a moment, but seeing Yeh Qingfeng's gaze on her, she said: "Mo Bei Ge, I haven't seen Qingfeng Jie in a long time. Let me go say hello to them first, and then I'll come find you later!"

  As she spoke, Ye Qinghong shouted at Ye Qingfeng and the others, then ran over to join the group of eye-catching girls.

  Ye Qinghong occasionally pointed at Mo Bei with a flying eyebrow and dancing color, also didn't know what she was saying.

  Ye Qingfeng subconsciously glanced at Mo Bei, and the coldness and loneliness in her eyes were evident.

  Mo Bei raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself: This woman is indeed arrogant.

  "Hmph, I thought cultivating immortality required cutting off worldly desires and living a life of celibacy." Long Hao Tian also stared at Ye Qingfeng's direction, licking his lips, rubbing his fists, with an excited and lustful smile:

  "I didn't want to come at first... Now... Heh heh, I almost missed such a good opportunity... Compared to these immortal women, the so-called beauties in the mortal world are simply unsightly!"

  Mo Bei rolled her eyes and chimed in, "They've all left, why aren't you leaving?"

  Long Hao Tian turned his head, staring blankly at Mo Bei; the mischievous smile on his face gradually subsided, replaced by an extremely solemn expression. After a brief pause, he said: "I'm not leaving. I know you have abilities, so I want to follow you and get mixed up with you."

  "Follow me?" Mo Bei's expression became somewhat strange.

  "That's right." Long Hao Tian nodded and said seriously: "My ancestors of the Long family, more than a hundred years ago, were just ordinary Qi refining cultivators.

  It was precisely because of a chance encounter that our ancestor met a Golden Elixir cultivator and served him for decades. That Golden Elixir cultivator finally succeeded in transforming his elixir into an infant! It was then that the ancestors of my Dragon family rose to prominence, leading the entire clan to prosperity."

  "What a pity—" Long Hao Tian's tone suddenly changed, his eyes becoming dim: "My Dragon Clan has a poor foundation, and there are not many talented disciples."

  So after the death of our ancestor, no more foundation-building monks were born. As long as there is one foundation-building monk, my dragon family will never stop at seventy-two mice and advance to thirty-six dogs!

  "You can say that our Long family has a keen eye, or you can say that we're just lucky. One person achieves success and the whole family rises to heaven. But..." Dragon Hao Tian said with a loud voice:

  "My grandfather once told me that it's not about who you are, but about who you follow. As long as you find good people to follow, you'll have a strong backing and can thrive!"

  "This world is like this, and my lifelong goal is to revive the family! Promote the family to thirty-six dogs, or even seven cattle families!"

  "So!" Long Hao Tian clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning as he stared at Mo Bei: "I chose you, I know you have this strength! One day, you will surely soar to the sky!

  Among those geniuses, there are countless followers, where is my turn? I am willing, to be your follower!

  "You're so sure, you have such great confidence in me?" Mo Bei said with some amusement.

  "I believe in my own judgment!" Long Hao Tian took three steps back, clasped his fists and bowed solemnly to Mo Bei: "From now on, you are my leader! I am your follower. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. If you tell me to beat a dog, I will never chase a chicken!"

  Looking at Long Hao Tian, Mo Bei smiled.

  "I don't know much about this Taoist sect, but Long Hao Tian, as one of the 72 Disciples of the Mouse Sect, should know more than me. Taking him in will also save us a lot of trouble in the future."

  "Alright." Mo Bei was speechless and choked. Looking at Long Hao Tian's serious and determined appearance, he could only agree.

  Some people are willing and eager to be his underlings, and Mo Bei would not refuse such a good thing.

  Looking at these disciples here, Mo Bei gradually discovered the differences among them.

  Those over a thousand Taoist disciples from the Virtual Sect, rarely had iron cages on their backs, but all of them had a strange black cloth bag at their waist, which should be the legendary spiritual beast pouch. As for those two thousand or so aristocratic family disciples, each and every one of them was carrying an iron cage, an iron box, or a wooden cage, containing various birds and beasts.

  But over a thousand grassroots disciples were left with nothing in their hands, just like him!

  Suddenly, an old man's icy loud shout interrupted Mo Bei's thoughts.

  "Everyone, follow me! Those who fall behind will be disqualified from the assessment!" The old man turned his head and walked forward without caring whether Mo Bei and the others were following or not.

  Mo Bei and others heard a sudden movement, and hurriedly chased after. Following the old man through the crowded masses of people, they arrived at a certain place at the foot of the mountain where there was a sword practice platform.

  In the center of this platform stands a magnificent stone sword, over 100 meters long and three meters wide!

  This sword is extremely ancient, with years of wind and sun, the hilt has slightly yellowed, slanted in this vast land, emitting a majestic aura, making people feel insignificant and small like ants.

  On the hilt of the sword were engraved several dragons flying and phoenix dancing, extremely domineering big characters - Wusword Platform!

  "What an overbearing attitude!"