Can't You Understand Plain Words?

For the first time, the proud prodigy of the Jing Household in Yao Zhou lowered his noble head, but it was before a female cultivator who had previously been unknown.

Sang Ying was unaware of his frustration, but generously replied, "It's alright, I didn't know from the beginning that there are always people more capable than me."

Her silence only made things worse; Jing He's expression turned even uglier.

"Are you mocking me for being like a frog in a well?!" The young man's expression even twisted for a moment.

Sang Ying tilted her head, somewhat worried about this person's comprehension ability.

Gu Shu bluntly stated, "Does this kid not understand human language?"

Although Sang Ying did not answer, she had this guess in her heart.

Before Sang Ying could explain, Jing He raised his hand to stop her. "You don't need to say anything more. I know you look down on me now. But don't be too happy yet. Strength and speed in clearing formations are two different things. If you're so capable, let's compete in the sect competition a few years from now!"

After saying that, without waiting for Sang Ying's response, he strode out of the crowd, his figure disappearing into the Rogue Cultivator in an instant.

When Jing Yang saw Jing He coming out from afar, he didn't care about losing face and quickly followed his young master.

Seeing the extremely unpleasant look on Jing He's face, he couldn't help but advise, "Young Master, there's no need to be sad about this. I think Ten Thousand Daos Born was clearly just playing a trick on you. There might be something fishy going on in this formation!"

Jing He's gloomy gaze fell on this member of a collateral branch. "Are you saying that I can't even beat someone who cheats?"

"Of course that's not what I meant, young master, please don't misunderstand..."

"Then get out of my way! I don't need your pity." Jing He interrupted him impatiently.

Under Jing He's terrifying gaze, Jing Yang silently stepped aside, letting this ill-tempered young master from a prominent Aristocratic Clan walk past him and stride away.

Only after Jing He had gone far away did Jing Yang mutter a few words under his Qi Ingestion: "Tch, what's with the pretense! All that bragging, and he still lost to a female cultivator?"

He dared not say more about it, for if Jing Yang heard it, he might not even be able to enter the Jing Household's gate.

Suppressing his frustration, Jing Yang composed himself and decided to catch up with Jing He immediately.

But just as he made a move, another figure appeared in front of him.

A thin man dressed in a black robe that covered his entire body blocked Jing Yang's way. His face was hidden under a large hood, making it difficult for Jing Yang to see him clearly.

"Where are you going, fellow Daoist? It's time to settle our bet, isn't it?" The black-robed Gu cultivator's tone was even gentle, but to Jing Yang, it sounded like a death knell.

Only then did he realize the truly inhumane bet he had made with the person in front of him!

The disciple's plaque, of great significance, finally found its home; Elder Xiao personally hung it on Sang Ying's waist.

At that moment, the waist tag seemed to lose its lightness and gain an undeniable weight.

"From this day forward, you are all my disciples, Ten Thousand Daos Born. I hope you will remember the rules of my sect, Ten Thousand Daos Born, to take the well-being of all people as your responsibility, to help the weak and punish the wicked! Ten Thousand Daos Born will be proud of you all!"

"We obey!" The new disciples below the long steps answered in unison, their expressions unusually serious, as if this was not an ordinary response, but a vow made to the Heavenly Dao.

Elder Xiao was very pleased with their energetic appearance. He suppressed his longing and expectations for these disciples and suddenly flicked his long sleeves.

The mountain gate, situated atop the long white jade steps, slowly opened.

Sang Ying and the others only felt a blur before their eyes. When they came to their senses, they found themselves in a small flying boat, and beneath their feet was the ethereal Ten Thousand Daos Born!

Nine mountain peaks floated among the clouds, guarding the largest main peak. From time to time, the clear cry of a crane could be heard, and the graceful creature with a picturesque figure flapped its broad wings and flew over the heads or hands of the new disciples.

Finally, a figure tinged with ink remained.

"This is the full picture of Ten Thousand Daos Born," Elder Xiao explained to the crowd. "Ten Thousand Daos Born has no distinction between inner and outer disciples. As long as you are a disciple of my sect, you will receive the sect's full support and training. Even if some of you do not become the Peak Master's personal disciples, you can still enter the main peak every day to listen to the elders' lectures and teachings."

This is also one of Ten Thousand Daos Born's rules: any cultivator who has Nascent Soul must go to the lecture hall on the main peak at least once a month to give a lecture to the disciples.

Therefore, even if they are not accepted as personal disciples by the Peak Master, their cultivation speed will not be slower than that of the personal disciples.

Ten Thousand Daos Born was, after all, a great sect from High Antiquity. Even though he seemed to have fallen into a disadvantageous position in recent years, his accumulated wealth over the years was incomparable to that of others.

In addition, they don't have many disciples, so the sect's resources can be said to be in oversupply.

However, it's not easy for disciples within the sect to obtain these treasures. They need to complete sect tasks to earn contribution points, which can then be used to exchange for resources.

However, these things are still too far off for the new disciples. What they need to consider now is the upcoming selection ceremony for their masters.

After circling the entire sect, the flying boat finally came to a steady stop on the central main peak.

Led by Elder Xiao, the new disciples disembarked from the flying boat one after another, and then gathered in twos and threes.

Many female cultivators also came up to greet Sang Ying and asked her if the newly promoted chief had heard about the selection conference.

Sang Ying was taken aback by the question. Her knowledge of Ten Thousand Daos Born was limited to those few rules of the sect, and she really didn't know much else.

The female cultivators weren't angry that they didn't get an answer from her. After all, a female chief who surpassed all the men was enough to make these female cultivators feel favorably toward Sang Ying.

Looking at Sang Ying, who was surrounded by a group of female cultivators, Dong Fuzhu felt a very different feeling than when she saw Jing He being flattered.

She had long wanted to get to know this newly promoted chief, but after realizing how outstanding he was, and seeing Sang Ying's beautiful appearance, she hesitated for the first time.

Dong Fuzhu bit her lower lip. She made up her mind that once the female cultivators dispersed, she would definitely take the initiative to talk to Sang Ying!

The emotional entanglements outside the main hall are unknown to the elders inside, and the open and covert struggles among the elders inside are beyond the disciples' imagination.

Elder Xiao narrowly dodged a flying teacup as soon as he entered the room, and at that moment he was extremely glad that he had not led the new disciples directly into the hall.

Otherwise, if they see what these people look like, how will Ten Thousand Daos Born ever have any face left?!

Just as he was thinking this, another Sword Qi aura swept across half of the hall and rushed towards Elder Xiao.

He dodged again, but his wide sleeves couldn't escape the calamity.

Seeing the tear in his sleeve, a gloomy look crept onto Elder Xiao's face. He flicked his long sleeve and conjured a long sword out of thin air. His sharp gaze fell on the group of junior brothers and sisters fighting in front of him.

Very well, it's time to teach these reckless fools a lesson about what it means to be a senior brother like a father!

Once they are subdued, the selection of masters can proceed smoothly, Elder Xiao thought.

However, the people caught up in the chaos were completely unaware that the culprit who had instigated the "war" with just a few words while Elder Xiao was away had already left the main hall.

Meanwhile, Sang Ying, who was left waiting outside the palace, suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a handsome young man in Hongyi standing next to her.

A note from the author:

Jiulian: How can this be called shameless? This is called all's fair in war. (Laughs while covering her mouth)

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