Chapter 10
Xue Jing winked at him.
Well...
Li Mo had previously wondered how a barefoot doctor from a medical clinic could produce something like a Pure Yang Pill.
“Ying Bing is my true disciple; she will enter my sect.”
Shangguan Wencang said again.
The onlookers, who had not yet left, had long anticipated this, yet they could not hide their astonishment.
The leader of the Qingyuan Sect, Shangguan Wencang, was taking on a disciple!
Stepping onto the stone steps that led to the heavens, it was a leap to greatness.
Just moments ago, they had all participated in the initiation ceremony together, and now, in the blink of an eye, they were worlds apart. Such is the unpredictability of life.
“Li Mo, Lin Jiang, Murong Xiao, all possess the potential for true discipleship.”
“Is there any elder willing to take on a disciple?”
True discipleship was a one-to-one affair.
Each elder could take on a maximum of five true disciples.
“What a pity, my discipleship is already full.”
“Lin Jiang, you have the Mantis Leg, Magpie Shoulder, and Green Serpent Spine. I excel in long weapons; would you like to follow me?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, this Murong Xiao kid is impressive; he actually has the bloodline of a divine beast. He’s a good seed!”
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Lin Jiang was quickly accepted by one of the elders.
Murong Xiao even attracted the attention of three elders who fought over him, ultimately becoming a disciple of Elder Han He.
“These two.”
Li Mo was also observing.
[Name: Lin Jiang]
[Age: 16]
[Root Bone: Mantis Leg, Green Serpent Spine, Magpie Shoulder]
[Realm: Qi Blood Realm, Four Meridians.]
[Fate: Blue]
[Evaluation: This person has decent talent, but is overly eager for quick success; he is too rigid and may break easily. If he realizes this in time, he could rise to greater heights.]
[Recent Encounter: Just became a true disciple of Qingyuan Sect, seeking a weapon of superior quality.]
...
[Name: Murong Xiao.]
[Age: 16.]
[Root Bone: Ming Jiao Body.]
[Realm: Qi Blood Realm, Five Meridians.]
[Fate: Blue.]
[Evaluation: His father is human, and his mother is a shape-shifting jiao (a mythical dragon-like creature). He has a kind nature but suffers from the influence of his bloodline. If he can combine the strengths of both, his future is limitless; if he combines their weaknesses, he could bring disaster.]
[Recent Encounter: Long suppressed instincts, hoping to quell his inherent bloodlust.]
“Hmm...”
Li Mo inhaled sharply.
Isn’t he supposed to have the bloodline of a divine beast?
His father is human, and his mother is a jiao?
Murong Xiao’s father must be quite a character; even Xu Xian would have to serve him tea.
He silently noted the whereabouts of the two.
“By the way, what about me?”
Li Mo came back to his senses, realizing the elders were looking at him with a hint of reluctance.
“This child has exceptional talent, but how should he be taught?”
This was what the elders were all pondering.
For a moment, the room fell silent.
Suddenly, a lazy voice broke the stillness:
“Kid, hic... do you wish to become my disciple?”
Li Mo turned to look.
He saw a woman in palace attire standing there, hands on her hips, trying hard to appear serious and dignified.
Her features were graceful and imposing, and the loose palace robe couldn’t hide her stunning figure.
Standing there, she resembled a peony blooming in full glory.
“Of course.”
Li Mo didn’t hesitate long and bowed.
“Uh... this... Shizhi (master’s niece) Shang Wu...”
Xue Jing paused, about to speak.
But he was met with a threatening glare from Shang Wu, who clenched her long, delicate fingers into a fist.
“Uh, becoming her disciple is also quite good; you’ll be the only one on the Ninth Peak from now on.”
Xue Jing quickly changed his tune, his expression shifting in an instant.
“Greetings, Master.”
Li Mo stepped forward to pay his respects, puzzled.
Why did the elders look at him with a hint of sympathy?
He couldn’t help but use his Fate Eye to take a look.
[Name: Shang Wu.]
[Age: 27.]
[Root Bone: Southern Bright Fire Lotus Body.]
[Realm: Inner Scene, Seventh Layer.]
[Fate: Purple.]
[Evaluation: The youngest elder of Qingyuan Sect. You may doubt her character, but do not question her strength; she has an extraordinary background.]
[Recent Encounter: Running low on money for wine, pondering how to squeeze some silver from the other peaks’ elders, very interested in the true disciple Ying Bing.]
Li Mo: “?”
No wonder the higher-ups looked so strange.
No matter how you slice it, Shang Wu doesn’t seem like a good master.
And... it turns out he wasn’t accepted because of his exceptional bone structure, but rather because she was interested in Ying Bing?
Those evaluations...
Li Mo began to doubt the value of the purple fate.
“Well, at least it’s my first encounter with purple.”
“Even if I can’t learn much, there’s bound to be some return on investment.”
With that thought, Li Mo relaxed.
“Hmph, from now on, you’re under my protection. When you’re out there, just mention my name.”
Shang Wu slapped him on the shoulder, as if trying to reassess his potential.
Li Mo inhaled sharply; her strength was impressive.
Not far away, Ying Bing, who had already become a disciple, looked at the palace-clad woman and the helpless-looking boy.
“Has he entered Shang Wu’s sect...”
Ying Bing nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly.
If Li Mo could learn even a fraction of Shang Wu’s true skills, he might carve out a place among his peers in the Ziyang Prefecture.
Of course, in the Eastern Wilderness, he wouldn’t be considered a prodigy and would likely not make it onto the system rankings.
“Four true disciples emerged from one cohort; Qingyuan Sect is bound to thrive.”
“Come, let’s go handle your enrollment paperwork.”
The short, stout elder smiled broadly at the group.
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Chapter 9: Li Mo - I Might Be a Fake Disciple and My Co-habitation with Bing Tuo
The initiation ceremony concluded.
With two geniuses reaching the pinnacle of the stone steps, it was undoubtedly an unprecedented event since the establishment of the Qingyuan Sect.
The news spread like wildfire, quickly reaching everyone in the sect.
At the main peak of Qingyuan Mountain, in the Internal Affairs Hall.
“We’ve gained four true disciples this year.”
“I heard that the elder hasn’t taken on a disciple in fifty years. Could it be that he’s finally considering training a successor?”
“You haven’t seen it in person; that girl was as beautiful as a celestial being... cough, that’s not the point. The main thing is, she reached the top of the stone steps in just a few breaths! Truly a prodigy.”
“Isn’t there still one more who reached the top?”
“Uh, that person became a disciple of Elder Shang Wu.”
“Gasp!”
The inner disciples in the Internal Affairs Hall were animatedly discussing over tea.
When they heard that someone had joined the Ninth Peak, they all leaned back in shock, their expressions strange, with a hint of pity in their eyes.
This kid is doomed.
“Sigh, if it weren’t for being in the same cohort as that girl, he might have been cultivated as a seed for the sect leader.”
“He has good talent, but bad luck.”
Someone sighed.
The other inner disciples nodded in agreement, deeply convinced.
Just then, they all suddenly put down their teacups and stood up straight, respectfully calling out:
“Greetings, Elder Qian.”
The short, stout elder nodded.
“I’m here to bring a few newly initiated true disciples to collect their items.”
“Also, the monthly stipend for the first month should be distributed in advance, according to the standards set for each peak.”
The short, stout elder was named Qian Bufan, an elder in charge of internal affairs in the Qingyuan Sect.
He was one of the highest-ranking elders in the sect.
Because internal affairs also included finances.
‘This is a personal favor, mainly because of Ying Bing...’ Li Mo understood but still bowed to Qian Bufan.
“Thank you, Elder.”
“Sigh, you don’t need to thank me.”
Qian Bufan turned slightly, not accepting the bow.
Li Mo was puzzled.
But he soon found out why.
The items for initiation were quickly distributed: two sets of finely crafted cloud-patterned robes and a waist token made of red copper, all provided by the sect.
The monthly stipend was more particular.
“Murong Xiao, residing at the Divine Weapon Peak, monthly silver of five hundred taels, one hundred-refined forging hammer, two bottles of Jade Bone Pills.”
“Lin Jiang, residing at the Ruyi Peak, monthly silver of three hundred taels, two bottles of Tranquility Pills.”
The disciples in the Internal Affairs Hall brought out two trays.
Then they looked at Ying Bing, their expressions becoming much more respectful:
“Ying Bing, residing at the Qingyuan Main Peak, monthly silver of one thousand taels, one high-grade cold iron sword, two bottles of Pure Yang Pills, and ten stalks of Pulse Cleansing Grass...”
The internal disciple rattled off a long list.
The other disciples passing by all showed envious expressions.
The treatment of a true disciple of the sect leader was enough to make anyone drool.
And it wasn’t over yet.
The disciple continued:
“The sect leader has decreed that you may choose another courtyard as your residence, exclusively for your use; you may select at will.”
A private courtyard!
This was a privilege reserved for the stewards, and not just any steward, but those who had made contributions to the sect.
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