"Hurry up and stand on my Flaming Sword. This Old Man doesn't have that much time to waste." A coarse voice sounded in Wang Changsheng's ears. [Latest Chapter Reading …]
With a burst of footsteps, many people ran in a certain direction.
"Everyone stand properly. Rise." As soon as the voice fell, a huge red sword that was more than a hundred feet long slowly rose from the ground. The huge sword was densely packed with people.
Immortal Wang was stupefied, inwardly amazed. This giant sword should be able to hack apart a hundred zhang tall mountain, right?!
When the cultivators below saw the huge red sword, there was another commotion. However, some people's expressions didn't change. They had probably seen this kind of flying sword magic weapon before.
The huge red sword quickly turned into a red light and disappeared without a trace.
"If you have the courage, hurry up and climb on top of the Golden-Crowned Flood Dragon. Don't dawdle. Hurry up." A somewhat impatient voice sounded from the sky.
Then there was another commotion in front. Wang Changsheng stood on his tiptoes, wanting to see what kind of treasure it was this time. However, there were too many people and he couldn't see the situation clearly.
"Wow, what a big python."
"What a country bumpkin. He hasn't even seen a Flood Dragon before."
"Hehe, this aura, it's at least a fifth-grade monster beast!"
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd. There were even more knowledgeable people who talked about the origin of this thing.
"A Flood Dragon? A fifth-grade monster beast? " When Wang Changsheng heard these words, he was shocked. A fifth-grade monster beast was equivalent to a late Foundation Establishment cultivator. In his life, he had only seen one second-grade monster beast. Although that second-grade monster beast was locked in a cage at that time, Wang Changsheng still remembered the powerful aura it exuded.
Not long after, a golden Flood Dragon that was forty to fifty feet long flew in a certain direction under the astonished eyes of the crowd. Soon, it disappeared into the sky.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake. Wang Changsheng was shocked. Before he could figure out what was going on, nine round stone pillars more than ten feet high suddenly stood up in front of him. The stone pillars were distributed in a circle, and the range was extremely wide. Densely packed spirit patterns were engraved on them.
"Those of the twelfth layer of Aura Refining and above, hurry up and enter the stone pillars. Wait for the teleportation. Those of you below the twelfth layer of Aura Refining, don't stand there. Otherwise, don't blame me for not warning you if something happens." A deep voice spread across the plain. Everyone heard it clearly.
There was another commotion in the crowd. Those above the twelfth level of Qi Refinement all walked towards the round stone pillar.
After the ground shook violently, a white light soared into the sky, and these people disappeared.
At this time, there were still more than a thousand people on the plain. Wang Changsheng took the opportunity to squeeze his way forward. He saw a middle-aged Daoist Priest wearing an azure Daoist robe standing on a small hill. The middle-aged Daoist Priest's body didn't emit any magic power fluctuations. A man and a woman stood on either side of the middle-aged Daoist Priest with respectful expressions.
Wang Changsheng noticed that most of the cultivators that remained on the plain were of the tenth layer of Aura Refining. He even saw a dozen ninth layer cultivators.
"Alright, since the people from the other branches have taken some people and left, let's go as well!" The middle-aged Daoist Priest glanced at the people present and said indifferently.
The man and woman standing on either side of the middle-aged Daoist Priest nodded. They each took out a palm-sized paper crane and a tortoise-shaped paper object.
The two of them threw the two items forward and cast a spell on each of them. The two paper items immediately expanded in the wind. A paper crane that was three hundred to four hundred feet long and a paper turtle that was five hundred to six hundred feet wide appeared in an open space. They were engraved with densely packed cyan runes that flickered with cyan light.
"This should be a talisman soldier, right?" When Wang Changsheng saw this, he was inwardly amazed.
"Paper crane and paper tortoise. Choose one and climb up. Try to be as fast as possible. Don't let the others wait too long," the middle-aged Daoist Priest said with a pleasant expression.
As soon as he finished speaking, the nearby cultivators all ran towards the paper crane and paper tortoise. Wang Changsheng didn't dare to delay and hastily ran towards the paper crane. He was afraid that he would be disqualified if he fell behind.
When the people in front of him climbed onto the paper crane, Wang Changsheng grabbed onto the paper crane's wings and climbed onto its back.
Wang Changsheng was surprised to find that the paper crane didn't look any different from ordinary paper. However, it was abnormally hard. When he grabbed onto the paper crane's wings with all his strength, there wasn't a single trace of wrinkles on the wings. He reckoned that it was because of the talisman characters drawn on the paper crane.
Not long after, the paper crane and paper tortoise were filled with people. There were still four to five hundred people on the plain. The cultivators who didn't sit on the paper crane and paper tortoise all had terrified expressions on their faces. They were afraid that they would be disqualified.
"Martial Nephew Han, Martial Nephew Li, you two go and take these people to the assembly point," the middle-aged Daoist Priest said to the two people beside him.
"Yes, Martial Uncle Liu," the two people replied in unison.
Hearing this, the cultivators on the plain looked a bit better. However, there were still many people who were worried that they would be disqualified.
"Martial Nephews, look after these people. Don't let them run around so that they don't have any accidents," the middle-aged Daoist Priest said worriedly to the Taiqing Palace disciples in the sky.
"Yes, Martial Uncle," the Taiqing Palace disciples in the sky said in unison.
The middle-aged Daoist Priest nodded. His figure flashed and he appeared on the neck of the paper crane. Immediately after, a green light screen covered the entire paper crane. A red light screen also appeared outside the paper tortoise. The paper crane and the paper tortoise slowly rose into the air. After rising to a height of several hundred feet, they flew in the direction of the Golden Jiao Dragon.
Wang Changsheng sat on the wings of the paper crane. There were many people around him. Very few people spoke. He didn't know if it was because they had received instructions from their elders or because they didn't dare to speak.
The paper crane didn't need to flap its wings. It flew forward on its own. Through the green light screen, from time to time, he could see Taiqing Palace disciples patrolling in the sky. Their faces were full of vigilance.
After a quarter of an hour, the paper crane and paper tortoise slowly descended. Wang Changsheng looked down. Below him was a towering mountain. The mountain was full of people. At the top of the mountain stood a huge pagoda. It was even taller than the one in the market.
Around this mountain, there were eight peaks of similar size. Each peak was crowded with people. There was also a huge pagoda at the top of the mountain.
When the paper crane and paper tortoise landed on the top of the mountain, the middle-aged Daoist Priest removed the green light screen. Wang Changsheng came down from the paper crane.
After the middle-aged Daoist Priest came down from the paper crane, he walked towards the entrance of the huge pagoda. The Taiqing Palace disciples guarding the huge pagoda all came forward and respectfully said, "Martial Uncle."
The middle-aged Daoist Priest just nodded and walked in.
Wang Changsheng also found a place to meditate and rest.
Most of the people on the mountain were chatting. Some were observing others. Only a small number of people were like Wang Changsheng, quietly meditating and resting. They didn't care about anything outside.
After an unknown amount of time, three melodious "dang dang dang" sounds rang out. The crowd on the mountain became restless. Wang Changsheng also opened his eyes.
Wang Changsheng didn't have time to figure out what had happened. Suddenly, he felt a divine sense sweep over his body. He felt like he was being seen through.
"Look at the sky, there's someone," someone shouted. Everyone looked up at the sky.
They saw a middle-aged man wearing a golden robe in the sky. The man's facial features were regular. He had a white face and no beard. He had a dignified aura. At first glance, it was obvious that he was a person of high status.
"Silence," the middle-aged man frowned when he heard the noise coming from below. His voice was full of majesty.
His voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone below. The originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down. Everyone's eyes were focused on the middle-aged man.
Because they were too far apart, Wang Changsheng couldn't see the other person's appearance. He could only see a golden figure standing on a white cloud. However, he still stared at the golden figure in the sky.
At this time, the middle-aged man's voice sounded again.
"Old Man Mo Wentian, the seventy-third head of the Taiqing Palace. He is the person in charge of this disciple recruitment ceremony. The Taiqing Palace has been passed down for a hundred thousand years since the founding of the Taiqing Sect. According to the teachings of the ancestors, every twenty years, the mountain gate will be opened to accept disciples from all over the Song Dynasty. There is no limit to the number of disciples. As long as one can pass the entrance test, one can become a disciple of the sect."
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