Chapter 880 The Old Taoist Priest

! You dare to deceive people into altering the Netherworld Scripture. Where did you put your conscience Did dogs eat it!”Qin Sang was astonished. She turned to look at the speaker and saw that the two...Here, she still hasn't appeared.

Huan Shen wore a calm expression, following the crowd step by step towards the peak.

Not long after, they walked out of the forest and came to a magnificent palace.

A middle-aged cultivator stepped forward and said in a loud voice, “Reporting to Master, the disciple has been ordered to handle the ceremony for accepting disciples, selecting new disciples. They have now been chosen and brought up the mountain. Please, Master, take a look.”

Come in...

The gate of the main hall opened by itself, and a familiar voice came from inside.

"Master Chen"

A middle-aged cultivator hurried into the hall and found two people inside, Chen Shi'shu and the young girl Fang Ting whom he had brought in. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Master..."

The Chen surname cultivator calmly said, “The Sect Leader’s senior brother happened to have a sudden realization about techniques and went into seclusion. The matters that follow will be arranged by this old man. Do you have any objections”

"The disciple dares not!"

The middle-aged cultivator's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly stepped forward to present a jade slip, "Master Chen, all the information about these new disciples is in this jade slip."

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The Chen surname cultivator let out an 'um' sound, took the jade slip, and sized up the crowd.

Being stared at by Jindan, everyone's expressions were unnatural, and they secretly worried in their hearts.

When they came in, Fang Ting saw the avatar and greeted him with joy.

This is a test.

With a sigh of resignation, he turned inward, watching his nose and his heart.

Unexpectedly, it was this person who ultimately decided their fate. I only hope that he will act impartially.

“The Lan Dou Men just selected a group of disciples. This time, having so many is considered pretty good. You four have done a good job,” the Chen surname cultivator nodded at the four people and gave them a compliment.

Four people beamed with joy.

Then, the Chen surname cultivator turned his gaze and pointed at the three spiritual root youth, "You! Come out!"

The boy was startled, his face turned pale, his legs trembled, and his body shook slightly.

"Am I so frightening"

The Chen surname cultivator looked down upon him, his brows furrowed deeply, “No wonder he was rated as having an inferior mind. According to your words, send him to the Casting Cauldron Hall for three years of tempering, and let’s see the results afterwards!”

After saying this, the Chen surname cultivator tossed a red token to the youth and told him to go aside and wait.

Then, the Chen surname cultivator continued to point out several others. Some were asked a few questions, while others were not asked anything at all and simply given a token.

The questions asked were whimsical, sometimes about one's origins or experiences, other times about their feelings on cultivation. It left one unprepared.

Each token has a different color, representing the different halls within Yanmiao Pavilion.

These new disciples were called over one by one by the cultivator surnamed Chen, and their nascent souls grew heavier and heavier.

This is an empty string.

By the end, only two remained: he and the oldest elder.

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“This old geezer wouldn't really be targeting himself, would he”

Huan Shen muttered to himself, "If this small accident were to cause the grand scheme of lurking to fail, that would be truly laughable!"

"Are you Zhao Songqiao Come here."

The Chen surname cultivator pointed at the old man, who was left with only a wisp of his essence.

Fang Ting felt something was wrong, silent as a cicada, not daring to say a word. The others weren't stupid either, they had long seen some clues, and began to watch the show with interest.

"With your cultivation, to temper such a state of mind is truly not easy, but it's not entirely hopeless to build a foundation."

The Chen surname cultivator was very kind to Zhao Songqiao, "Let's go to Xueying Hall first. The hall master is my disciple, he will guide you to change a set of sect techniques and see if there is any chance."

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"The disciple obeys!"

Zhao Songqiao received the snow-white token, his face filled with excitement.

At last, it was the turn of the avatar. The cultivator surnamed Chen pointed at him, about to speak, when his expression suddenly changed. He abruptly raised his head and looked outside the hall.

Others were baffled, looking out but seeing only boundless waves.

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“How did this old geezer get here”

The cultivator surnamed Chen frowned, showing a look of surprise. He muttered softly, let out a snort, and then with a wave of his robe sleeve, shot out a blue light arrow outwards.

A shaft of light shot out from the mountain peak, exploding after flying a distance. A ripple appeared in the void, and then two figures slowly emerged.

These two people were wearing black and white robes with yin-yang patterns.

One of them was a thin, elderly man holding a whisk broom. He looked like an immortal with extraordinary bearing and temperament. The other person was short and stood beside the old man, like a young apprentice.

As the two figures appeared, they paused momentarily before soaring towards the main hall.

"Chen Xiandi, the old Daoist dares to intrude upon you. Please don't blame me, fellow cultivator."

The old Daoist made a bow, looked around in surprise and said, "Why is Daoist Qi not here"

"If you, Huayang Daoist friend, are seeking the headmaster brother, I'm afraid you may be disappointed. The headmaster brother is preoccupied with other matters and is not in the pavilion," Chen-surname cultivator bowed his hand in return, his tone subtly cold, "What brings you here, Daoist friend When the headmaster brother returns, I will relay your message."

"I heard that you are holding a ceremony to accept new disciples today. Are these the new initiates Is there anything more important than the continuity of the sect's lineage Could it be that Daoist Qi has had an epiphany and is about to form his Nascent Soul"

The old Taoist priest didn't seem to hear the hint of dismissal in Chen's words. He strode forward, his gaze sweeping over each of the new disciples one by one, his eyes holding a strange look.

Everyone felt uncomfortable under the gaze, but seeing even Lian Yanmiao's Golden Core paying respect to this person, no one dared to say anything.

He was secretly surprised.

Although he had never met this old Taoist priest, he easily recognized his lineage upon seeing his peculiar Daoist robe. This person was a cultivator from the Lan Dou Gate and practiced one of the true transmissions, the "Yin Yang Heaven-Fighting Secret Art".

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Smoke Mist Pavilion and Lan Dou Gate are indeed closely related.

I've just started learning, and I've already met a direct disciple of the Lan Dou Sect.

> I just don't know why the Chen surname cultivator was so cold to the old Taoist priest. As a newly arrived disciple, I couldn't guess what was going on.

Little did he know, at this very moment, Qin Sang was standing on a hillside overlooking the lake. He gazed at Yānmiǎo Pavilion shrouded in mist, a thoughtful expression on his face.

He lurked in the shadows, waiting to make sure his disguise was secure before departing. He planned to wander around Mount Lan Dou for a while, hoping to meet some people and coordinate with his two selves—one inside the disguise, one outside.

Just now, he suddenly felt a tremor, and then saw a ray of light flying from afar, disappearing into the mist in an instant.

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Qin Sang couldn't see the old Taoist's true face, but this black and white escape light was unique on Lan Dou Island. He suspected it was very likely a direct disciple of the Lan Dou Sect.

The direction from which the light flew was where Lan Dou Men was located.

"What are the disciples of Lan Dou Men doing here at this time Let's wait and see, maybe we can find a way to contact him..."

Qin Sang murmured, pondered for a moment, then went back to lurking.

The main hall of Yānmǐǎo Pavilion.

The Chen cultivator, hearing the old Taoist's words, suppressed his displeasure and said calmly, "Daoist Hua Yang, don't joke about Master Brother. His cultivation hasn't reached its peak yet, and there's still some distance to the Nascent Soul stage. Besides, forming a Nascent Soul isn't that easy. How much use can a few insights be The Nascent Soul Dao fruit is not something that can be achieved just by saying so."ss immortal world, finding such a thing was extremely unlikely. He didn't have any hope at all.But he didn't expect that, in the Canglang Sea tens of thousands of miles away, he would encounter a seco...