Heaven-Piercing Peak.
A large red wooden box was placed in the center of the plaza.
There was nothing special about the spiritual energy around it. It was just an ordinary object.
Its only purpose was to hold the sixty-three wax balls marked with numbers.
"Disciples from all the peaks, come forward and draw lots."
Dao Xuan Zhenren wasted no time. He waved a hand, and the crowd surged forward.
The major peaks, like Heaven-Piercing Peak and Dragon Head Peak...
Had already selected their disciples. They had exactly eight spots, no more and no less.
Great Bamboo Peak, however, was a rather different story.
Tian Buyi stood with his hands behind his back, like a miserly old tycoon hoarding his wealth. Behind him stood a neat row of people.
Counting Tian Ling'er, who stood beside Tian Buyi, and Ye Xuan, who was still munching on an apple...
Good grief, there were ten of them.
Aside from Ye Xuan, there were nine disciples.
"Wait... Why did Great Bamboo Peak bring so many people?"
"Weren't they only allowed to send eight?"
The looks from those around them were strange, and some even seemed amused.
Usually, Great Bamboo Peak couldn't round up enough people. Now they had the opposite problem: too many. How were they supposed to choose?
Song Daren, as the Senior Brother, glanced at the disciples behind him.
Except for him and Du Bishu, the others were all ascetic types who spent their days quietly cultivating.
Only the newcomers, Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan, looked a little green.
But they still had one too many.
"Master, I... I think I'll sit this one out."
Lu Daxin scratched his head and stepped forward with an honest, simple expression.
"My meager skills would only embarrass Great Bamboo Peak. I'll stay below and cheer on