Moyuan was willing to accept a disciple.
Yang Tianyou did not hesitate in the slightest. He immediately cupped his hands and said excitedly:
"Er Lang being favored by an Immortal is truly an enormous blessing!"
Reputation was something one could neither see nor touch, yet sometimes it worked better than miraculous pills.
The Literary Sect's prestige among the Human Race now stood far above all others.
If it had been a disciple of the Western Religion coming to accept a disciple, he would certainly have deliberated again and again, weighing the pros and cons.
After all, their original plan had been to send all three children to the Human Race's ancestral land for training.
In their hearts: joining the Literary Sect > going to the ancestral land > joining the Western Religion.
What Yunhua cared about was not the Literary Sect's worldly reputation, but Wen Zu Bei Ming's strength.
With such an existence as their backing, the Four Yangs' line would effectively have established firm roots.
Even if it truly drew in the Heavenly Court, Wen Zu would likely not need to act personally.
The Literary Sect's Senior Sister, Ling Yan, alone would be enough to serve as a deterrent.
With that thought, Yunhua made up her mind.
She stepped forward two paces and gently pulled over Yang Jian, who was still standing there in a daze.
"Er Lang, Senior Moyuan wants to take you as his disciple. Hurry and acknowledge your master."
Yang Jian was stunned at first, then overjoyed. "Really?!"
Back in Lingbo City, he had long heard countless storybooks and tales about disciples of the Literary Sect slaying demons and eliminating evil.
Those stories had initially been an idea for spreading the teachings devised by Yan Daoren, Bei Ming's Nominal Disciple.
Later, they spread farther and farther