As the strongest of the three major sects of Cloud Dream Mountain, the Ancient Sword Sect's strength was naturally beyond doubt.
However, they were ultimately a sect of sword cultivators, and their cultivation methods imposed extremely high requirements on their disciples' aptitude.
Basically, anyone with even slightly inferior Spiritual Roots would be unable to cultivate the various methods within the sect.
For that reason, the Ancient Sword Sect's recruitment threshold was extremely high. Even though they frequently opened their gates to take in fresh blood, they still had the fewest disciples among the three sects.
Of course, this was nothing to Lin Yu, who possessed a fire-type Heavenly Spirit Root.
What worried him was not that his aptitude was insufficient, but that it was too exceptional and might attract the attention of one of the sect's Nascent Soul ancestors.
If some Nascent Soul ancestor truly took a liking to him and insisted on accepting him as a disciple, then given Lin Yu's temperament, he would not mind calling him Master.
He was only afraid that this so-called Nascent Soul ancestor would be unable to bear that one word from him...
Three days later, Lin Yu walked along the road toward the Main Range of Cloud Dream Mountain, pondering this headache-inducing matter.
By then, his other Clone had long since returned to the Internal Universe. In the entire world of A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality, aside from the Divine Sense attached to the Silver Paper beside Han Li, only this one Clone remained.
After all, he was planning to join a sect, not kick down its gates. There was truly no need to bring a bodyguard with him.
In any case, with his Main Body Consciousness present, it would be difficult for him to encounter any danger in