Chapter 7

Hearing the names of Zhifeng, Lifeng, De Feng, Yongfeng, and Xingfeng, these are the five peaks of Xing Tian Sect. Together with the main lineage, they form the six veins.

Tan Weiran and over twenty young disciples became the first batch of selected ones. Wang Tie was also selected, but Kong Ting was not.

Everyone felt excited and a sense of being affirmed. Being selected in the first batch meant that these twenty-odd people were the most outstanding or had the strongest backing among the two hundred disciples of the same batch.

It should be noted that Xing Tian Sect only opens its doors to recruit disciples every three years. This means that these twenty-odd people are the best of the past three years.

Apart from Tan Weiran and Wei Kun, who were exceptionally talented, the others had their own reasons for being selected, perhaps because of strong backing or outstanding performance over the three months.

From the outer sect to the main peak, even Wei Kun could not help but be overwhelmed by the grandeur of the main peak.

The main peak is like the pinnacle of the sky, towering above Zhifeng, magnificent and grand, a testament to the power of human effort. All disciples knew that the main peak of today was actually lifted and placed on Zhifeng by a legendary ancestor many ages ago.

Only Tan Weiran remained calm, entering with Wei Kun and the others in a line.

The twenty-odd disciples, following the formal entry rules, first paid homage to the statue of the founding ancestor in the Patriarch Hall under the guidance of the elders.

Then, under the guidance of the elders, they paid homage to the portraits of other generations of patriarchs in the hall. Xing Tian Sect has both a Patriarch Hall and an Ancestor Hall; only those with great achievements can have their portraits hung, and only those with extraordinary achievements can have their statues erected.

Whether it was the reading of the rules or the elders' earnest teachings to the disciples to love and unite with each other and not to harm the bonds of fellow disciples, and so on.

The subsequent series of rituals were merely formalities.

The only noteworthy part was the final test. Under a beam of light, the disciples each circulated their true qi and passed safely.

This was the final test to prevent infiltration.

From Tan Weiran's perspective, this test was not only to truly prevent infiltration but also to stimulate the disciples' sense of crisis with actual performance, so they would not become too complacent and lose their drive and vigilance.

In the end, it was time for the five peaks and six veins to select disciples.

The heads of the five peaks did not come, nor did they send elders. This was one of the detailed rules of Xing Tian Sect. This was to prevent the elders or heads of the five peaks from personally leading the disciples, which could lead to arrogance and extravagance among the disciples.

Although many rules of the sect had become obsolete, in some details, they were still maintained. This time, the eldest disciples of each lineage were sent to lead the new disciples.

Being a qualified patriarch was truly difficult. Above were the elders, below were countless disciples, and in between were peers. Caught in the middle, even the act of taking in disciples had to be done with great caution, for fear of taking in someone with bad habits or being accused by peers of taking away good disciples.

This time, Song Shenxing did not get a single disciple. In the entire Xing Tian Sect, the main lineage and Xingfeng had the fewest disciples.

Zhifeng was like half of the main peak, a place where the next generation of patriarchs was cultivated. Wei Kun would definitely not enter the main lineage and would find it hard to enter Zhifeng. Tan Weiran was also curious where Wei Kun would go, as the time was too long ago for him to remember.

"Wei Kun, come over." The eldest disciple of Lifeng called out. From the expressions of the disciples of Yongfeng, it was clear that Wei Kun had been taken.

Tan Weiran frowned, troubled.

"Troubled." Tang Xinyun, who had been quiet, also frowned.

The eldest disciple of Yongfeng pointed to someone: "Pan Wenjun, come over."

It was Tang Xinyun's turn. Before she could speak, Tan Weiran, without a moment's hesitation, walked over and stood behind her, as if he hadn't seen anyone else.

Behind the eldest disciple of Yongfeng was a handsome young man, who stared at Tan Weiran for a long time and then suddenly sneered.

Tang Xinyun's expression remained unchanged. She sneered and said softly, "Watch this person."

...

Before long, the twenty-odd disciples were all assigned. Wang Tie went to Defeng, and then each was led away by their respective disciples.

Before leaving, the handsome young man from Yongfeng suddenly looked at Tan Weiran and Tang Xinyun and showed a cruel smile: "Senior Sister, is this our new junior brother? He looks quite young."

Tang Xinyun coldly replied, "Bi Yunfeng, you despicable scoundrel, best stay far away. Otherwise, I will kill you with my own hands."

Bi Yunfeng licked his lips and deliberately looked at her with a lecherous gaze: "Wow, Senior Sister, you have such a strong killing aura. I'll wait for you to kill me in my room, and I'll make sure it's a spectacular death."

Tang Xinyun's face turned pale with anger, and she gripped her sword. Bi Yunfeng laughed loudly: "But, Junior Brother, I didn't come here to argue with you. I came to see what the junior brother who defeated three people in three moves looks like."

"Looks quite handsome." Bi Yunfeng said with a regretful look: "Unfortunately, Yongfeng wanted to take you. If such a handsome junior brother came to Yongfeng, it would be great."

"Unfortunately, you were chosen by Xingfeng, which is your own misfortune."

Tan Weiran sighed in an old-fashioned way: "Actually, I would have been quite happy to be chosen by Yongfeng." As soon as he said this, Tang Xinyun's expression changed, and Bi Yunfeng burst out laughing, but his laughter suddenly stopped, and his face turned grim.

Tan Weiran continued: "If I were in Yongfeng, I could see you, this mad dog, barking at people every day." He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said firmly: "That would be very interesting."

Tang Xinyun laughed out loud, while Bi Yunfeng's face turned ashen. He leaned in and whispered with a sinister smile: "Brat, we had no grudge before. But since you joined Xingfeng, you're dead. Rest assured, I won't let you die easily."

Bi Yunfeng sneered, full of cruelty: "I will torture you and then kill you."

Tan Weiran smiled, unaffected, and said softly: "Actually..."

His voice was too low, and Bi Yunfeng leaned in closer, only to hear the beautiful young man's voice suddenly become fierce:

"I want to kill you right now!"

"Metal Dragon Claw Hand!"

Tang Xinyun and the others, who were watching, all heard a loud tearing sound. Tan Weiran's ten fingers were glowing gold, as if coated with a layer of orange gold.

In an instant, Tan Weiran and Bi Yunfeng touched and separated.

Bi Yunfeng, who had not taken the new disciple seriously, thought that a new disciple was nothing special. Even the fact that he had defeated three people in three moves in the outer sect was just a child's play.

What was the big deal? Before Bi Yunfeng was hit by Tan Weiran's sudden attack, he thought this.

But the young man in front of him, who looked innocent and naive, suddenly burst with an indescribable, terrifying aura, like a fierce tiger opening its blood-stained mouth at close range.

Bi Yunfeng did not know that this was the aura of someone who had killed many people.

Even if he knew, he could never understand how a pampered twelve-year-old could have such a battle-hardened aura.

Tan Weiran's ten fingers, in the form of claws, ruthlessly swept across Bi Yunfeng's chest and throat, almost tearing his throat apart. An unprecedented fear of death gripped Bi Yunfeng's heart for the first time.

At the moment his throat was almost torn apart, he had a feeling he might never be able to express: the young man in front of him truly hated him and was determined to kill him.

The Metal Dragon Claw Hand was sharp and unstoppable, tearing even his protective robe.

In the sunlight, Tan Weiran's ten fingers glowed fiercely, covered in blood. The twelve-year-old handsome young man almost killed someone in one move, yet he seemed completely unconcerned.

This scene would be unforgettable for Tang Xinyun and others for the rest of their lives.

The surprise attack failed, and Tan Weiran knew the opportunity was lost. His current cultivation was far too different from Bi Yunfeng's, and he couldn't kill him right away.

Bi Yunfeng retreated, bleeding profusely, in great fear. The eldest disciple of Yongfeng was furious, drew his sword, and Tang Xinyun stepped forward with a cold face, creating a tense atmosphere that seemed to be about to erupt into a fight.

Tan Weiran, the instigator, said regretfully: "What a pity. You were lucky this time, and I miscalculated. I hope you continue to have good luck next time."

It was a pity. This time, he couldn't kill this troublemaker, and the next opportunity might not come for a long time.

Tang Xinyun pressed her hand on the hilt of her sword and scanned the area: "What, do you want to fight? Who are we, Xingfeng, afraid of?" Tan Weiran's heart raced. If a fight broke out, would there be a chance to kill Bi Yunfeng?

It would be difficult. The cultivation gap was too large. Tan Weiran gave up the idea of taking advantage of the chaos and thought, "I should focus on cultivation and improve my skills."

The eldest disciple of Yongfeng, Yan Yunjie, stared at Tan Weiran coldly for a moment and then slammed his sword back into the scabbard: "We, the lineage of Yongfeng, will remember this."

He turned and coldly scanned Tan Weiran, then led Bi Yunfeng away in a rage: "Let's go. Report this to the Law Department!"

Seeing no more show, the others dispersed, each gloating. Only Tan Weiran and Tang Xinyun were left.

Tang Xinyun gave Tan Weiran a light tap on the forehead: "Injuring someone right after joining the sect, you have some nerve. Who taught you to do this?"

Tan Weiran chuckled. In his previous life, Bi Yunfeng had caused trouble for the Xingfeng lineage multiple times. If he wasn't killed, he would be a disaster.

"But, you did well," Tang Xinyun said happily, punching the air. "I've wanted to beat this scoundrel for a long time. Let's go back to Xingfeng and tell the master this good news."

Looking at his senior sister's graceful figure, Tan Weiran shook his head in his heart: "No, Senior Sister, you're all wrong. Bi Yunfeng is a disaster. I swear, I will kill him."

At this moment, no one knew how much trouble Bi Yunfeng and his backers would bring to the Xingfeng lineage.

I swear, I will kill him!