Chapter 9

After flying for about ten minutes, a magnificent immortal mountain suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes. Through the mist, a series of white-lit halls could be seen, where the best cultivation methods and the strongest techniques of the entire small world were stored.

The young people's blood began to boil. This was the Holy Hall, the first and foremost sect of the cultivation world!

Of course, this was also their home, and they would fight for it.

The flying boat slowed down as it approached the Holy Hall. Xu Huang, the bearded man, held a dark golden longsword in his hand, with dragon patterns on the blade, and threw it out.

— Sword riding flight!

Although Xu Huang didn't quite match the image of a sword immortal in Wang Meng's mind, Xu Huang still exuded the unique elegance of a sword cultivator while riding the sword.

The title of the greatest cultivator wasn't just a boast.

At that moment, a young man suddenly appeared in the air, standing on a floating red dharma wheel, with a haughty expression. He didn't bow when he saw Xu Huang, and he also had four golden sword marks on his body.

"Xu Huang, ahead is the mountain protection array. This is as far as you can go," the handsome but somewhat eerie-looking talisman cultivator said, not intending to give Xu Huang any face.

Xu Huang frowned, "Ma Wanliang, the new disciples are here to observe the mountain. This is a required part of their journey. What are you blocking here for?"

"Xu Huang, you've taken a round trip, and they've seen enough. These rookies don't have the qualifications to enter the mountain. I'm on duty today. If you're not satisfied, you can talk to my master. Don't waste time here."

Ma Wanliang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the flying boat. When he saw Zhao Ya, a hint of lust flashed in his eyes. When he saw Hu Jing behind Zhao Ya, he showed a look of surprise, not expecting such a stunning beauty among this group.

"Junior Brother Ma, these new disciples are here to observe the Holy Hall for the first time. Please make it convenient for them. Just clear the mist so they can take a look," Zhao Ya said with a slight smile.

Ma Wanliang's attitude toward Zhao Ya was completely different, "If Senior Sister Zhao speaks, I will naturally comply."

As he spoke, he raised his hands and revealed a spirit talisman. The mist surrounding the Holy Mountain gradually dissipated, revealing the magnificent and awe-inspiring Holy Hall, a true wonder.

The Holy Mountain where the Holy Hall was located was one of the famous mountains in the small world, rich in primordial energy, greatly beneficial to cultivators. Of course, if it weren't for the power of the Holy Hall, ordinary forces would never be able to possess it. Despite many battles, the foundation of the Holy Hall had never been shaken. Over a thousand years, generations of Holy Hall disciples had worked hard to build the current inviolable Holy Hall.

This was a miracle of the small world.

Wang Meng stared intently at the towering Holy Hall. Just by looking, he felt a surge of courage. One day, he would make everyone there know him!

Ma Wanliang's generosity was quite limited. Soon, the Holy Hall was again shrouded in mist. "Senior Sister Zhao, when you return to the Holy Hall, remember to inform me. I've obtained a hundred-year-old Rejuvenation Grass and have some questions about alchemy that I'd like to ask you."

Hearing this, Zhao Ya couldn't help but nod. Ma Wanliang smiled and disappeared into the mist.

Although cultivators can extend their lifespan, time is a ruthless butcher that still takes away beauty. Female cultivators would try every means to maintain their beauty, and the Rejuvenation Grass was one of the immortal herbs used to make the Rejuvenation Pill, an important material.

The flying boat turned and left the Holy Mountain, heading downward. Only then did the people on the flying boat realize that they weren't yet qualified to enter the Holy Hall.

"Junior Sister Zhao, that guy is no good. You should be careful," Xu Huang, who had returned to the flying boat, warned. "What Rejuvenation Grass? Clearly, he has ulterior motives."

"He is Junior Uncle Ma's precious nephew, spoiled. There's no need to take him seriously," Zhao Ya said calmly. "Alright, all disciples, gather in the center. I'm going to speed up. Our destination is the Thunderlight Branch Hall, where you will cultivate in the future."

Xu Huang, back on the flying boat, glanced at Wang Meng, who was staring intently at the Holy Mountain. "Kid, move in a bit. When the flying boat accelerates, if you get thrown out, you'll really be returning to the Holy Hall in spirit."

Wang Meng clenched his fists and moved step by step inward. Xu Huang frowned, suddenly noticing the sweat on Wang Meng's forehead. He was taken aback and couldn't help but shake his head.

He had seen this situation before—acrophobia. A very few cultivators would experience this, but for a sword cultivator, it was undoubtedly fatal. He might make a mistake out of excitement.

The flying boat emitted a white light and dove toward the north of the Holy Mountain. The four elders stood at the bow, facing the wind with pride, while the rookies behind them were thrown around, screaming in panic.

Wang Meng gritted his teeth and adjusted his center of gravity. The acceleration was a shock to him, like a soul-shattering impact.

By the time everyone reacted, the flying boat had already landed on a small mountain not far from the Holy Mountain. The cliff wall bore the four golden characters "Thunderlight Branch Hall."

On the square in front of the entrance, dozens of disciples were already standing, shouting in unison, "Welcome back, Elders!"

The four elders looked at the dazed new disciples, most of whom were feeling nauseous from the high-speed flight. The few who could stand were pale-faced.

Wang Bo swept his gaze over the crowd, and his thunderous voice echoed, "Starting today, you will begin your cultivation in the Thunderlight Hall. But only those who pass the entrance test will have the qualifications to become Holy Hall disciples."

This undoubtedly shocked the new disciples. They had thought they could smoothly start their cultivation journey, but they didn't expect there to be a test.

Wan Jing coldly scanned the crowd, "Last year, we recruited fifty people, and only twenty remained. The year before, we recruited sixty, and only eighteen remained. This year, although the number is larger, how many will remain?"

Suddenly, the urge to vomit was replaced by fear. If they were eliminated, wouldn't it be a disgrace? All their dreams and hopes would come to an abrupt end.

"Zhao Guang, your senior brother, can help you with any problems. Now, I will distribute the talismans. Your living arrangements and tasks are all inside."

As he spoke, Zhao Ya's left hand held a stack of talismans, and her right hand opened a lily seal. The talismans flew out in a flash.

As soon as Wang Meng received his, a stream of information flooded his mind.

Wang Meng, Room C-56, Sword Cultivator, Quasi-Third Generation Disciple of the Thunderlight Hall.

Following this was the Holy Hall's rules, which all disciples must follow, such as respecting teachers and valuing the path. As Holy Cultivators, they could spar but must not harm their fellow disciples' lives, and so on.

Entrance Task: Cultivate one acre of spirit field.

The subsequent information detailed the requirements for cultivating the spirit field. The Holy Hall didn't charge tuition, but as disciples, they had to serve their masters with all their might. With their abilities, they could only handle such menial tasks, and it was unexpected that even becoming a laborer required a test.

In terms of cultivation, his talisman only contained the Primordial Cultivation Technique and a night walking illumination spell, meaning he would continue to cultivate the Primordial Cultivation Technique for the next month.

The expressions of the crowd varied, clearly indicating that the talismans and tasks were different.

As soon as the words were spoken, the four elders disappeared, and the other disciples relaxed, dispersing.

Zhao Guang stepped forward, "I am Zhao Guang, a third-generation disciple of the Thunderlight Hall and your future senior brother. For the next month, follow the content of your talismans and strictly adhere to the Thunderlight Hall's rules. Anyone who violates them will be severely punished."

"Senior Brother Zhao, I have a question. Are we supposed to cultivate on our own this month?"

"Yes, I only have the Primordial Cultivation Technique. What's the use of that?"

"Senior Brother, where is the Chaotic Dragon Mountain? My task is to..."

Some of the third-generation disciples who hadn't dispersed couldn't help but laugh. Zhao Guang smiled slightly, "Do you expect me to complete your tasks for you? Disperse."

He didn't pay attention to the crowd and left with a group of third-generation disciples.

"A bunch of blind fools," one of the third-generation disciples laughed, looking at the crowd as if they were animals.

The group of cultivation rookies was completely stunned. This was completely different from what they had expected. Familiar faces gathered together.

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