Chapter 2

All the chief seats were occupied, and the chief seats of each lineage were looking up at them.

Below, the young people, the teenagers, were filled with anticipation in their eyes.

As citizens of the Great Wasteland, cultivating immortality was the lifelong dream of everyone, hoping for the day when they could truly join the immortal sect.

"True Person, please, True Person, help us..."

In the quiet hall, a teenager walked out from the crowd, knelt on the ground, and wept bitterly.

Following his lead, the others also stepped forward, begging Meng Tianzheng to help them.

After all, they had just experienced the disaster of losing their homes and families, and everyone's heart was filled with great pain.

"Sigh, poor children, you may rise now."

The kind-hearted Meng Tianzheng sighed. Regarding the incident of the ferocious beasts rampaging in the mountains, he had investigated for a whole day but found no clues.

He called the chief seats of each lineage to discuss the future of these orphans.

"I am already aware of your situation! Rest assured, since this incident happened at the foot of our Buxian Sect, we will thoroughly investigate it."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the chief seats behind him and continued, "But don't be anxious. To thoroughly investigate this matter will take some time.

You can stay and cultivate on the mountain for now. If there is any news, we will inform you."

In the crowd, upon hearing Meng Tianzheng's words, Lin Qingzhu's tears mingled with her flowers, and her heart was like dead ashes.

Thinking of the scene when her parents died, she felt a surge of grief and anger.

She wanted to become strong, she wanted revenge, but she also knew that few of the chief seats standing above would truly help her.

To seek revenge, she could only rely on herself.

The only path before her now was to find a master, learn the arts, and wait until she was strong enough to take revenge.

"Junior brothers, what do you think?"

At this point, Meng Tianzheng looked at the chief seats behind him.

Everyone knew that the next stage was the selection of disciples by the chief seats.

Those with the best talent and potential would be chosen first, and even fought over.

Those with poor potential had almost no chance of being selected and would end up as labor disciples, starting from the bottom.

Before coming, Liu Qingfeng had already introduced them, and they were all very clear and eager to see if the chief seats would choose them.

"Haha, Senior Brother, since you have spoken, I will not be polite."

Qi Wuwei stepped forward first, immediately setting his eyes on the first teenager who had come out.

This person had the best potential, a divine bone, and extraordinary talent, a rare genius.

He had the potential of a great emperor.

Seeing Qi Wuwei heading straight for the teenager, the chief seat of the Sword Testing Peak, Yang Wudi, could no longer sit still.

Dragging his fat body, he stepped out and said before Qi Wuwei could speak, "Senior Brother, I think this child has a connection with me. Why don't we let him join my sect?"

Everyone rolled their eyes. He had used this trick countless times, and no one bought it anymore.

"Junior Brother Yang, this one was chosen by me first!"

Qi Wuwei said unhappily.

"Just because you chose him first, he belongs to you? What kind of logic is that?"

"You..."

"What? Want to go outside and spar?"

"Spar, then spar, I'm not afraid of you."

Qi Wuwei also had a bad temper. In the entire sect, apart from the sect leader and the already deceased Xuantian True Person, he feared no one.

The two almost came to blows over the teenager.

The other chief seats, knowing they couldn't compete with them, could only settle for the next best and choose other relatively good candidates.

Soon, the orphans below were all chosen, leaving only Lin Qingzhu standing there helplessly.

She didn't know where she fell short, why no one chose her.

She felt extremely aggrieved and humiliated, clenching her fists.

Reality slapped her hard, shattering her dream of becoming strong.

Now that no one chose her, she had only one path left: to start as a labor disciple.

However, not being chosen also meant she had very poor potential. Starting as a labor disciple would be extremely difficult.

In her despair, a white figure suddenly appeared before her.

Like a ray of dawn in the darkness of despair, Lin Qingzhu was overjoyed. She looked up and saw the young chief seat who had been sitting in the corner.

"Do you wish to be my disciple?"

Ye Qiu said calmly.

"I do, Disciple Lin Qingzhu, pays respects to Master..."

At this moment, Lin Qingzhu dared not hesitate for a moment and immediately knelt down to perform the disciple ceremony.

In this extremely embarrassing situation, it was Ye Qiu who gave her the last bit of dignity.

He also gave her the last glimmer of hope. As long as she could find a master, she would have a chance for revenge.

Although he looked young and his strength was unknown, he was at least a chief seat. This was the best time to become a disciple.

"Good, follow me."

Ye Qiu said indifferently and left the hall first.

Lin Qingzhu hurriedly followed. Before she left, she heard a mocking voice.

It was Qi Wuwei's voice.

"Ha, a useless master has taken a useless disciple, truly a match made in heaven."

"There's a saying, birds of a feather flock together, and people of the same kind gather. It's true."

"Pity the thousand-year legacy of Purple Mist Peak, it will likely be ruined by these two mediocrities."

Hearing these words, Lin Qingzhu's face turned cold. Ye Qiu, walking in front of her, could sense her reaction.

After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped.

"Master?"

Lin Qingzhu was taken aback and called out instinctively.

Ye Qiu turned to look at her and said, "You heard what was said just now. What do you think?"

Lin Qingzhu hesitated. At this moment, her heart was filled with extreme anger, but she had already accepted this master despite just becoming a disciple.

No matter how strong or weak he was, he was her master, the one who gave her the last bit of dignity in her most embarrassing moment.

Others could say what they wanted about her, but she would not allow them to speak ill of her master.

"Master, I don't understand great principles, but I know one thing: once a master, always a father.

When no one was willing to take Qingzhu as a disciple, it was Master who gave Qingzhu a glimmer of hope.

Qingzhu will spend her life defending Master's reputation, not disgracing Master, even if it means eternal suffering."

"Master, rest assured! I will work hard. One day, I will prove to them that Master is not mediocre, and I am not a failure..."

Clasping her fists, Lin Qingzhu said coldly, an icy aura emanating from her, a pure coldness.

Hearing these words, Ye Qiu felt very gratified.

Not bad, this disciple was worth taking.

Not only was she beautiful and kind, but she also respected her master and knew how to repay kindness.

This was a good deal.

Earlier in the hall, he had been observing secretly and did not compete with the others for disciples.

He knew he couldn't win, so he waited until the end to choose from those who were not selected.

At this moment, those who were not chosen were extremely disappointed, and if you chose them, they would be very grateful, almost willing to offer themselves.

"Very good! Let's go..."

Ye Qiu did not explain further, summoned the Purple Mist Sword, grabbed Lin Qingzhu's hand, and flew toward Purple Mist Peak.