Fortune or Calamity, Leave Everything to Fate

Xuanji Holy Land was like a painting of an immortal realm. Amid verdant mountains and clear waters, lush peaks rose proudly.

This was where the cave abodes of newly inducted disciples were located.

Below the mountains, a fifth-grade spirit vein wound its way through the land. The spiritual energy was rich beyond measure, and the flowers, grasses, and trees across the mountains had become exceptionally mystical under its nourishment. Spirit beasts could occasionally be seen running about.

Chen Ba Tian and Chen Yanshu sat atop a large boulder, looking up at the sky. A gentle breeze brushed their faces, carrying birdsong and the fragrance of flowers. The air was permeated with a comforting aura.

"Yanshu, we've already been in the sect for several days. Why haven't Old Xun and Ox Ancestor issued any orders yet?"

Chen Ba Tian asked, somewhat confused. He casually plucked a blade of weeds and put it in his mouth before lying down.

Several days had already passed since they entered the sect.

Perhaps influenced by Chen Xun's temperament, aside from cultivating occasionally, the two of them spent most of their time coming here to admire the scenery, feel the mountain wind, and discuss what lay ahead.

Yet after waiting so long without receiving Chen Xun's orders, Chen Ba Tian felt unaccustomed to it.

"Entering the Holy Land was only the first step. Right now, the most important thing is to improve our cultivation. There's no need to overthink anything else."

Chen Yanshu produced a book from somewhere and sat beside him. Reading as he spoke, he smiled. "Once we've truly gained a firm foothold and the time is right, they'll tell us at the appropriate moment."

Hearing Chen Yanshu's analysis, Chen Ba Tian nodded. He seemed somewhat relieved. Looking towards the horizon, he fell into