timulation of these roars, the queen bee was the first to recover, letting out a strange chirp from her mouth that awakened all the bees. One by one, they accelerated their wingbeats and frantically r...Although it was merely a mediocre sect in Jiang Mu's mouth, Wudaozong held a formidable reputation within Nanshan Prefecture. It was a place of pilgrimage for countless mortal cultivators who yearned to embark on the path of cultivation.
Although almost everyone in this world venerates cultivation, since ancient times, the resources needed for cultivation have been extremely valuable due to the disparity between the wealthy and the poor. Generally speaking, only aristocratic families and established sects could afford them.
Therefore, if you want to pursue a higher level of cultivation and realm, the best way is to join a sect or a powerful family.
A wealthy family is simply not as powerful as a sect. After all, a wealthy family relies on its own strength, while a sect draws strength from many sources.
Moreover, most aristocratic families prioritize their own children, so even if an outsider joins, even a genius, there's no guarantee they will receive adequate resources. Therefore, sects have become the preferred choice for most who aspire to cultivation, including even those from aristocratic families.
It is precisely because of this that each sect has extremely strict requirements for accepting disciples.
For example, the Wudao Sect only opens its doors to accept disciples every three years. Even though it is still three days before the Wudao Sect's disciple acceptance day, over a thousand people have gathered outside its gates, all eagerly awaiting the event.
Although many people came, they can be roughly divided into two categories: one is monks who have already embarked on the path of cultivation, and the other is ordinary people!
Even cultivators, all are at the meridian opening realm. They came here naturally hoping to join the Wudao Sect, so as to gain better and more abundant cultivation resources.
These two categories of people also have clearly demarcated areas where they gather. After all, cultivators look down on mortals, and mortals also hold a degree of awe for cultivators. Therefore, the two sides do not interfere with each other and simply observe the Wuzhen Sect from afar.
The Wudaozong temple is composed of five peaks standing side by side, varying in height. From afar, they resemble a giant outstretched hand with five fingers reaching towards the sky, exuding an awe-inspiring and magnificent presence.
Although these five palm-shaped peaks appear close at hand, even if you strain your eyes, you can only see halfway up. Above that, it is shrouded in clouds and mist, disappearing into the heavens, like a fairyland.
The more so, the more it gives people a sense of mystery, and also makes everyone even more determined to join the Wenda Sect no matter the cost.
See, this is what a Daoist sect looks like!
"Yes, even from so far away, I can feel the abundant spiritual energy here. There must be a spiritual vein present!"
"He asked, 'Regarding the Five Peaks, each peak represents a path, representing a method of cultivation. Entering any peak at random is like taking a single step to heaven!'
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After three days of anticipation and waiting, a commotion suddenly arose from the back of the crowd. It grew larger and larger, like waves constantly pushing forward until it reached the front of the Wudaozong mountain gate.
When the crowd saw the cause of the commotion, everyone fell silent involuntarily. However, they were soon followed by uproarious laughter.
Because another person wanting to join the Question Dao Sect had arrived, and this person looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old. They were fairly handsome, with travel-worn features. A black triangular stone pendant hung from their neck. Everything seemed normal, except—they were wearing a pelt!
To know that this is now a prosperous age, although there are still poor people, even the poorest will at least have decent clothes, but now some people actually appear wearing only animal skins.
A handsome young man in fine clothes, with a sword on his back, pointed at the other person without hesitation and laughed boisterously: "Where did this wild man come from"
Someone beside him immediately chimed in, "The reputation of the Queshan School is truly great; even uncivilized barbarians come here seeking it out. But they are just barbarians; they probably can't even speak, so how could they possibly cultivate Daoism"
That handsome young man laughed heartily, "Why can't we We cultivate the Great Dao, while wild men cultivate their own wild paths!"
The relentless jeers spread from this person, echoing in all directions. Finally, everyone couldn't help but gossip about the young man clad in animal skins.
However, the young man acted as if he hadn't heard a word. He completely ignored everyone's discussions, walked calmly to a large stone and sat down cross-legged, quietly gazing at the entrance of the Wudao Sect, which remained firmly shut.
A boy is naturally a ginger cloud!
As the Qindaozong was about to start accepting disciples, he finally arrived here.
He could naturally hear the laughter of the crowd, and in fact, even before he left the 100,000 Mang Mountains, he realized that his attire was a bit out of place.
However, for one thing, he didn't have the money to buy new clothes. Secondly, this animal skin was sewn for him personally by his grandfather, and he couldn't bear to take it off. Wearing the animal skin made him feel like he was still in Ginger Village, so he didn't change out of it.
After taking in the sight of Wendaozong's mountain gate, Jiang Yun shifted his gaze to the people around him. He pricked up his ears, listening intently to their conversations.
After leaving the Mang Mountains, he was both enlightened and humbled by what he saw. He realized how limited his knowledge had been. Therefore, throughout his journey, he always sought out crowded places to rest, hoping to broaden his horizons.
In addition to his years of experience identifying herbs and fighting ferocious beasts, he also honed his sharp eyesight and acute senses.
A seemingly casual glance had already given him a general idea of the people around him.
The person who's making fun of me must be from a wealthy family and has some skill, but among this group, the strongest one is probably the man in black. From the moment I arrived until now, he hasn't even glanced at me once. He seems completely detached from the world. A person like that is very dangerous!
The man in black that Jiang Yun was referring to stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes slightly closed and his body as straight and tall as a pine tree.
"And there was this big man, though dressed plainly, his physique was imposing. His bones were thick and sturdy, with calluses on his hands as thick as old leather, and his muscle lines were strong and defined. He must be very powerful."
"And then there was a woman around my age. Just now, she glanced at me, and her eyes seemed to shimmer with moisture. Although it was fleeting, it was definitely not ordinary."
"Last but not least, there was that little girl. She seemed to be a mortal just like me, and she bore a striking resemblance to Yue Rou. Furthermore, there was an inexplicable aura of wonder about her."
Gingercloud didn't know that while he was silently speculating about these people's abilities, within the closed mountain gate of the Wudao Sect, there were also a few people discussing them.
"There are quite a few talented children this time!"
"Well, that little boy in black and that big man look pretty good!"
That little girl, with piercing eyes, must have specialized in them. If nurtured well, she might even open her third eye someday.
"And that youngest girl, who must be twelve or thirteen years old, her spiritual aptitude is surely outstanding!"
This scrawny kid has some potential. He's just a commoner, but he's covered in scars all over his body. It's not hard to imagine that he must have gone through many life-or-death situations!
"Overall, I hope we can receive several satisfactory disciples this time!"
As Ginger Cloud finished his observation and withdrew his gaze, suddenly, with a deafening roar, the tightly closed mountain gate of Wen Daozong finally creaked open.nan's grandfather, a smile was forced onto Ye Younan's face. "Brother Ginger, it's nothing. My grandfather is considered an elder of the clan after all. Even if he is left behind, Yefeng wouldn't do a...