Time flew by,
and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
During this month,
Yang Qingyun became somewhat familiar with the inside and outside of Changchun Temple.
It was only after arriving here that Yang Qingyun discovered that the temple gathered the descendants of numerous nobles, royals, and great lineages from the outside world.
It seemed that all the powerful and influential great lineages beyond the temple had sent their children here to some extent.
Among them was even Xiang Ming, the biological son of the Emperor of Chu Kingdom.
This undoubtedly showed the weight carried by Changchun Temple—or rather, by the Sacred Extremity Sect behind it!
Of course,
there were also some commoners in the temple.
Some had been discovered outside by temple instructors who had gone out and brought back talented people of fine potential.
Yang Qingyun was one such person. However, the instructor who had brought him here was no ordinary instructor. During this period, Yang Qingyun had repeatedly sounded out Wang Ning, but even he knew nothing about that man in the daoist robe from that day. There was no one like him in the temple either. He was probably a powerful elder from one of the higher sects.
Others were commoners who had passed the trials established by Changchun Temple outside through sheer force of will and thereby gained entry to cultivate.
Beyond these,
however, there was one exception.
The temple had a boy named Lin Fan, born into a farmer's family, who had gritted his teeth and participated in the recent entrance selection as a mere Mortal.
But just as he was about to succeed, someone schemed against him, and he ultimately lost right before the finish line.
The boy refused to accept this. He knelt before the mountain gate and