Just as Lang Ping was lost in thought, Elder Ximu Peak, who had gathered them there, returned.
Let's go.
He Qinglang spoke calmly.
"The deputy Peak Master wants to see you."
The group of disciples were not newcomers, but at this moment, they inevitably felt a bit more apprehensive and uneasy.
They are a group of weaklings who have been abandoned and driven out. If even the deputy Peak Master of Ximu Peak doesn't welcome them, then one can imagine how difficult the road ahead will be for them.
Lang Ping was not without apprehension.
He was just a little slow-witted, not stupid. Of course, he knew what would happen to them, since even Ximu Peak disliked them.
Ximu Peak is currently short-staffed.
It's unlikely they'd all be turned away, but if the deputy Peak Master of Ximu Peak were to be displeased with so many senior disciples who had no room for advancement and take it out on them, they would be completely helpless.
but...
Thinking of this, Lang Ping paused again, a hint of doubt creeping into her mind.
He was somewhat unsure about his own intelligence capabilities.
Was I truly too clumsy and oblivious to the changes within the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect?
Didn't Ximu Peak only have one Peak Master? When did it gain a deputy Peak Master?
But there was no time left for him to think about all that.
He followed the other disciples along the main path into the Peak Master's Hall, bowed to the Vice Peak Master, and then heard a slightly familiar voice...
wrong.
It should be said that after hearing a very familiar voice, Lang Ping was slightly incredulous. She subconsciously looked up and was met with a face that was all too familiar to her.
Seeing the utterly shocked face of the somewhat silly boy in the corner, who had his mouth agape, Lin Xuan was also a little surprised.
He hadn't expected to see him here.
While pondering, Lin Xuan had already opened Lang Ping's panel and glanced at it.
It wasn't about assessing the other person's talent.
He had already reviewed the information of the disciples who had come to hear his sermons earlier; none of them were special, all were quite ordinary.
This time, Lin Xuan paid extra attention to Lang Ping's name.
Lang Ping...
His talent is still only average.
They're all more than a decade older than me.
Recent events...
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
'A steadfast Sword Heart forges a sword, unwavering strength yields no effort; ten years to hone One Sword, for hardship waits for no one. Because of his mediocre talent, he has been ostracized and bullied for years, and has now been expelled from Longevity Star Peak and banished to Ximu Peak.'
There will likely never be another Nine-Turn Gu in this world.
Therefore, Lang Ping Ping's seemingly ordinary talent is simply a matter of being average.
Therefore, they were expelled from Longevity Star Peak...
Lin Xuan shook his head.
The disciples he accepted were generally quite talented.
However, when he accepts disciples, he never looks at their talent. If someone has a bad character, no matter how talented they are, he will not accept them.
Now that he has a large number of disciples, his cultivation speed, enhanced by this, is already quite terrifying, so he naturally values other qualities even more.
For him, Lang Ping's perseverance and unwavering dedication to the art of Sword Heart are the most precious things.
His Sword Heart is already beginning to take shape.
Unfortunately, he was held back by his lack of natural talent.
The current state of Ximu Peak is dire, with few talented individuals and a dwindling number of followers, which is certainly not a good thing for the upcoming sect competition.
This is the time when it's most important to achieve results.
With Fang Yun'er alone, it's unlikely she'll stand out too much...
After pondering for a moment, Lin Xuan calmly questioned each of the other disciples, confirming that their stories and reasons for being expelled were no different from what he had seen through the system. Then he let them go and officially confirmed that he had taken them under the tutelage of Ximu Peak.
Each disciple breathed a sigh of relief. Even those who had previously looked down on Ximu Peak felt a pang of emotion at this moment. After thanking the Vice Peak Master, they left.
One by one, the others left, leaving only Lang Ping behind.
He was still in shock and hadn't come to his senses when he looked at the familiar face so close to his face, feeling utterly astonished.
The senior I so desperately wanted to attend but never got to see in the last lesson turned out to be the vice Peak Master of Ximu Peak?!
He really didn't expect this...
Tall and taciturn, he stood in the center of the hall, appearing incredibly lonely and somewhat dull-witted.
Lin Xuan chuckled softly.
What are you thinking about?
Lang Ping almost instinctively replied, "I was wondering, in your last sermon, would you be talking about concealing your strength or cultivating your mind...?"
Before he knew it, he had blurted out what was on his mind.
After saying that, he realized something was wrong. He hurriedly looked up, flustered. His already pale complexion turned red, as if he were drunk. He stammered, not knowing how to explain.
Lin Xuan chuckled again.
He was right about him.
"None of those," Lin Xuan said gently. "In the last lesson, I taught how to condense one's own Sword Dao and refine Sword Intent."
Unfortunately, in the end, very few people listened.
Upon hearing this, a look of regret quickly crossed Lang Ping's face.
Refine your Sword Intent!
This was the course he most wanted to attend.
What a pity, what a pity!
The regret on his face was so intense that Lin Xuan couldn't help but chuckle, but he didn't say anything. He simply asked, " Lang Ping, as far as I know, Elder Liu of Longevity Star Peak is your master. For many years, he has ignored you completely, and now he has even expelled you from Longevity Star Peak. Do you feel any resentment?"
When this topic was brought up, Lang Ping visibly fell silent.
His face also turned much paler.
But slowly, he shook his head.
"No resentment."
"I only blame myself; I lack talent and the ability to make Elder Liu proud."
" Elder Liu rescued me and brought me back to the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect. He saved my life and also taught me to be his disciple. Everything I have suffered today is my own fault, Feng Shi's fault, but I cannot blame Elder Liu."
His expression was calm, without a trace of resentment or hatred.
Lin Xuan listened and then asked, "So, if you achieve great success or master the art of Sword Dao in the future, what would you most like to do?"
As he spoke, he glanced indifferently at He Qinglang beside him.
The other person was holding a jade pendant.
That is the Heart-Questioning Jade Jue.
In a corner of the main hall, incense for bewitching was being burned.
Guided by his terrifying spiritual power, no disciple could possibly lie to him.
Ximu Peak is indeed short-staffed.
But it's not a case of accepting everyone.
At the very least, Ximu Peak has no need for disciples who are full of lies and harbor boundless hatred.
Being expelled from the peak is certainly something to be dissatisfied with. However, the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect treats its disciples quite well. Apart from Lang Ping, who is often bullied, most of the other disciples are seasoned veterans who have been coasting along on the peak. They have basically never been wronged. They can complain, but they cannot hate. Otherwise, they would be narrow-minded and not be good people.
Lang Ping, after hearing Lin Xuan's question, seemed unusually puzzled.
He was stunned.
Almost instinctively, Lang Ping spoke in a hoarse voice.
"If that day ever comes... what can we do?"
"Naturally, I will continue to refine my Sword Dao, striving to rival the Human Immortal, comprehend the profound mysteries of the Great Dao, and persevere until my death."
"Sword cultivators live for the sword, and die for the sword."
There were no complaints, no embarrassment, and no thought of returning home in glory.
There was only one thing on his mind.
sword.