Thunder Sword True Disciple!

No one told me cultivating immortality in the Ancient Immortal Realm meant studying literature.

They really set the bar that high?

Chen Zhuo froze. For a moment, he had no idea what to say. His mouth merely opened and closed.

He had never expected the first hurdle he encountered in the Ancient Immortal Realm to be his education.

Wow. I thought the Immortal Estate's academic snobbery was bad enough.

I didn't expect the Ancient Immortal Realm to be the same.

Exhausting.

Fortunately, Chen Zhuo had studied in the Mortal Class. He understood the general meaning: steady his mind and rein in its galloping thoughts.

Even we junior-college graduates have culture!

The Daoist surnamed Xu said gently, "My name is Xu Chan. I am a Supreme Elder of the Qiwu Sword Sect's Thunder Arts Lineage. Today, I am here to bring you into the sect."

Hearing this, Chen Zhuo gathered his thoughts and bowed at once. "Disciple Chen Zhuo greets Martial Uncle Xu."

Xu Chan waved a hand and said solemnly, "No need to be so formal. Today, I am accepting you as a disciple on my senior brother's behalf and bringing you into the Thunder Arts Lineage!"

With a sweep of Xu Chan's sleeve, three sticks of incense flew out and landed before Chen Zhuo.

"My senior brother fought Maha at Great Li Mountain. He exhausted his strength and died in the west. Offer incense facing west."

Chen Zhuo's heart jolted.

Something about this doesn't feel right.

But with a Golden Core True Person standing before him, Chen Zhuo could hardly refuse.

He faced the sea of clouds to the west, bowed three times with reverence, and declared, "Master, please accept your disciple's bow."

Blue smoke curled from the three incense sticks and rose straight into the clouds.

Satisfied, Xu