As the first ray of morning sunlight shone upon the earth, Lu Ming happily continued to prepare a breakfast made with love.
Of course, he also prepared a portion for Hanyan. With the ice broken the night before, Hanyan accepted it much more easily this time.
After eating breakfast, Lu Ming and Big Yellow cleaned up around the Qingshan Sect's recruitment booth.
“Big Yellow, we're disciples of the Qingshan Sect now, so this is all part of our duty.”
Big Yellow nodded in agreement and helped Lu Ming clean up.
“Big Yellow, I heard the Haoran Sect is one of the three great sects of our Eastern Province. But compared to our Qingshan Sect, they're nothing. Our sect only recruits geniuses—geniuses like you and me...”
“Woof~”
Big Yellow looked up at the bustling, noisy Haoran Sect recruitment booth in the distance and nodded in agreement.
Before this, it and Lu Ming had gone to the Haoran Sect, only to be kicked out on the spot...
A sect with no vision was destined to be lost to the sands of time. They were absolutely nothing.
“Big Yellow, look over there. That's the Dingyuan Sect, another one of the three great sects. Compared to our Qingshan Sect, they're nothing.”
Big Yellow looked at the crowded, bustling Dingyuan Sect and nodded in agreement.
Yes... they had also kicked it and the Boss out.
They were nothing!
“Big Yellow, look at the Zixuan Sect, the last of the three great sects...”
Big Yellow nodded in agreement. Nothing!
Listening to Lu Ming's words, Hanyan, who was sitting behind the broken table, let his eyes flicker. This person was indeed born to be a disciple of the Qingshan Sect.
His temperament fit the Qingshan Sect perfectly.
Just as Lu Ming was pointing out the world to Big Yellow, a voice interrupted them.
“Senior Brother, is our Qingshan Sect still recruiting?”
Hearing this, Hanyan, who was sitting in the back, choked on his breath. Oh no, someone else was coming.
What should I do? What should I do? ...What am I supposed to say?
What if I can't bring myself to speak?
Just as Hanyan was growing anxious, a voice like heavenly music rang out:
“No. You don't fit the temperament of our Qingshan Sect...”
Lu Ming was unhappy about being interrupted. Normally, he wouldn't have dared to speak up.
But after waiting for a moment and seeing that Hanyan wasn't saying anything, he instantly understood. The senior had left the recruitment screening to him!
Thus, he rejected the applicant outright.
He thought to himself that aside from a protagonist like him, very few people in this world possessed the discerning eye to recognize the Qingshan Sect's unique temperament at a glance.
This guy was definitely just trying to fill a gap.
Hearing Lu Ming's rejection, the person left dejectedly.
As expected, without spiritual roots, no one wants you anywhere.
He had seen how quiet the Qingshan Sect's booth was and thought he could slip in through a loophole.
Who would have thought they could tell at a glance that he wasn't cut out for cultivation?
Seeing the person leave without looking back, Hanyan couldn't help but sigh in relief.
He had recruited well! This disciple actually knew how to handle things for him.
As for rejecting that person just now, one could tell from his shifting gaze that there was something off about him.
He didn't have any of the absolute confidence Lu Ming had shown when he first approached.
That was the difference...
For the next two days, the trio of Lu Ming, Big Yellow, and Hanyan did nothing but eat and sleep at the recruitment booth. Not a single person came by to ask again.
In truth, before Lu Ming arrived, people had asked, but Hanyan's refusal to engage had driven them all away.
Thinking that today was the final day, Hanyan couldn't help but sigh in relief. It was finally over.
Once he returned, the Grand Elder shouldn't scold him anymore, right?
After all, he had actually recruited a disciple this time.
Just then, a round, chubby figure came rushing over:
“Senior Brother, is the Qingshan Sect still recruiting?”
Lu Ming, who was feeling bored, suddenly heard this call of "Senior Brother" and looked up.
A chubby youth of fifteen or sixteen had appeared before him.
“Senior Brother, is our Qingshan Sect still recruiting?”
The chubby youth's eyes shone with hope.
At the same time, two spirit stones were slipped into Lu Ming's hand.
Looking at the spirit stones in his hand, Lu Ming's eyes lit up. This person definitely has the temperament to be a Qingshan Sect disciple!
He paused for a moment to see if Hanyan would give any instructions, or if he should take charge himself.
Pocketing the spirit stones, Lu Ming beamed at the chubby youth and said, “Junior Brother, you've been accepted! From now on, you're a member of our Qingshan Sect...”
Hearing Lu Ming's words, the chubby youth was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.
“Thank you, Senior Brother! Thank you, Senior Brother!”
Hanyan was taken aback. How did he just agree like that?
Well, whatever. One more person doesn't matter...
Just then, he heard Lu Ming begin to introduce the sect:
“That is our Qingshan Sect senior. He's currently practicing a silent cultivation technique, so it's inconvenient for him to speak...”
After so many days, Lu Ming hadn't heard Hanyan say a single word.
He guessed that the man must be practicing some special technique.
After all, no sect would ever send a mute to recruit disciples!
As for why they would send someone practicing a silent cultivation technique, it was probably an emergency situation.
“Greetings, Senior...”
The chubby youth bowed respectfully to Hanyan.
Next, Lu Ming pointed to himself. “I am the Eldest Senior Brother, Lu Ming.”
“Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother. My name is Huang Tianbao.”
“And this is your Second Senior Brother, Dongfang Big Yellow.”
Lu Ming pointed solemnly to Big Yellow beside him.
“Woof~”
Big Yellow barked in agreement, staring intently at Huang Tianbao.
It had finally made something of itself—it was actually a senior brother now!
Now, not only was Huang Tianbao stunned, but even Hanyan was dumbfounded.
He had always assumed Big Yellow was just Lu Ming's spiritual pet.
Oh well, it's just one more demon race disciple.
Huang Tianbao was stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered.
Since the Qingshan Sect was willing to accept someone with trash spiritual roots like him, it was only natural they'd accept a demon beast, right?
With that thought, Huang Tianbao bowed directly to Big Yellow.
“Greetings, Second Senior Brother.”
“Woof~”
Big Yellow nodded with great poise.
...
Meanwhile, a series of gasps rang out at the Haoran Sect's booth:
“Heavens! A top-grade spiritual root!”
“This Ye Fan actually has a top-grade spiritual root!”
Looking at the golden glow of the spirit testing stone, Su Yuheng, the Haoran Sect elder in charge of recruitment, stared at Ye Fan with ragged breath.
A top-grade spiritual root! As long as such a genius didn't fall early, he had a complete chance of ascending to the Immortal Realm!
It wouldn't be a problem for their Haoran Sect to remain glorious for another era...
“Congratulations, Little Friend Ye. You've been accepted into our Haoran Sect. Once we return to the sect, you can choose any master you like. Rest assured, the sect's cultivation resources will be tilted in your favor...”
Su Yuheng spoke to Ye Fan with a warm, gentle expression, showing none of the imposing aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Ye Fan merely gave a faint nod and replied in a cold, aloof voice, “My thanks, Elder...”
Ye Fan felt absolutely nothing toward these small fry.
As a former Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm in his past life, what kind of legendary figure had he not seen?
Had he not fallen, this person wouldn't even be fit to carry his shoes.
He was only joining the Haoran Sect for its resources and a stable cultivation environment.
At the thought of his enemies, a flash of murderous intent flickered in Ye Fan's eyes.
At the same time, the silhouette of a mortal appeared in his mind.
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