Literary Sect Disciples Return to Great Void; Discord Between Chan and Jie Was Not Their Wish

The cultivators listening to the Dao around them saw that the spots for the Eight Immortals in Attendance were full, and many showed regret on their faces.

But that brief disappointment could not extinguish their hopes.

Though they could not become Attendant Disciples, they still had a chance to become Direct Disciples or Nominal Disciples of the Literary Sect.

As long as they could join the Literary Sect, it would already be an immense stroke of fortune for them.

Bei Ming raised his hand, and streaks of Dao light descended.

He selected several dozen cultivators from the crowd, taking them in as Nominal Disciples and bestowing Spirit Treasures upon them.

Those whose names had been called were overjoyed and promptly knelt in worship.

Yet everyone could see that Bei Ming had no intention of selecting any more Direct Disciples.

Thus, the Literary Sect's first generation of disciples had largely taken shape.

Of the five Direct Disciples, only four had been found, leaving one spot vacant.

All three hundred Nominal Disciples had entered the sect.

The Eight Immortals in Attendance had emerged from among them, and all eight positions were filled.

Bei Ming's gaze slowly swept across the lakeshore before settling upon those Rogue Cultivators who had failed to enter the sect and wore dejected expressions.

"Little friends, the Dao path has no end.

"Stand firm in yourselves, stand firm in your Dao hearts, do good, accumulate virtue, and avoid tainting yourselves with sinful karma. Only then may you stand in this world and roam freely between Heaven and Earth."

As his words fell, the Twelve Grade Pure World White Lotus drew in its radiance, and a clear breeze swirled.

With a slight flick of Bei Ming's sleeve robe, light flowed from the Lotus Platform. He took the Literary Sect disciples