"This Old Man is the representative of the Thousand Swords Faction. Those who are interested in the Dao of the Sword, stand before me." A red-robed man with thick eyebrows and large eyes walked down the azure stone stairs. [Latest Chapter Reading …]
Hearing this, many people immediately stood before the red-robed man. Even the Sect Master was from this faction. From this, it could be seen how powerful this faction was.
The people standing before the red-robed man formed a long line. There were over a hundred people, and from the clan insignias on their robes, most of them were from various large cultivation clans.
"I am the representative of the Hundred Refinements Faction. Those who like to refine tools, stand before me." A middle-aged woman in green palace robes took two steps forward and spoke indifferently.
As soon as she spoke, over a dozen people stood before her. The number continued to increase until there were over ten people.
Wang Changsheng discovered that half of the people standing before the middle-aged woman were wearing Daoist robes and had bulging storage pouches at their waists. With a single glance, he could tell that they were filled with many things.
Immediately after, a red-robed old man with a ruddy complexion and white hair swept his gaze over the crowd and said, "Those who feel that they have talent in the Dao of Formations, stand before me. Let me make this clear first: if you have talent in the Dao of Formations, I will spend a great deal of effort to nurture you. If you're just making up the numbers, I don't mind having you chop firewood and farm every day."
Hearing this, a few people who wanted to stand before the purple-robed old man withdrew their feet. In the end, only thirty or so people stood before the purple-robed old man.
The purple-robed old man didn't care about the number of people. When he saw that there were only thirty or so people, he nodded.
"Those who are bold and like the company of spirit beasts, stand in front of me. Hurry up," a tall and sturdy bald man said in an impatient tone.
Hearing this, several dozen people immediately stood before the bald man. Most of these people had spirit beast pouches at their waists. Faintly, there were living creatures stirring inside.
"Those who want to learn the Dao of Alchemy can stand before me. Let me remind you that those who are not wealthy are not recommended to learn the Dao of Alchemy," a fair-skinned, round-faced man said indifferently.
Although the round-faced man had reminded them, the people standing before him still formed a long line. The number of people was no less than that of the Thousand Swords Faction.
In response, the round-faced man only frowned slightly and didn't say anything.
"There's no need to tell me which branch I'm from! If you don't have a better choice, then stand in front of me! "A green-robed Daoist Priest glanced at the remaining people and said.
Hearing this, Wang Changsheng followed behind Xu Yi and stood in front of the green-robed Daoist priest.
Among the six groups, the Divine Pill Group's group was the longest, the Celestial Formation Group's group was the shortest, and the Mysterious Talisman Group's group was the least well-dressed. Even so, dozens of people were still hesitating, not knowing what to choose.
Seeing this, Mo Wentian raised his eyebrows and said, "There is still half an hour left. If you do not choose any of the six factions, you will be considered to have voluntarily left the sect."
Hearing this, the remaining dozens of people also made their choice. Most of them joined the Mysterious Talisman Faction.
Wang Changsheng wasn't surprised by this. Based on the clothes of these people and the storage pouches on their waists, they ought to be independent cultivators. These independent cultivators were able to discern that the Profound Talisman Lineage was a place where the disciples of the small clans gathered. Compared to the groups of the disciples of the large clans, the former was more suitable for them to develop! After all, the gap between them and the disciples of the small clans wasn't particularly large, so it was relatively easy for them to catch up.
"Since you have all made your choice, then stand in the group you have chosen and follow me to the Ancestral Hall to pay respects to the Ancestral Master." After saying this, Mo Wentian turned around and walked towards the palace at the top of the stone stairs.
The representatives of the six factions also turned around and followed.
The six groups followed behind the representatives of their respective factions and walked up.
Wang Changsheng also followed the group and walked up the green stone stairs.
The green stone stairs were very long, and each stone step was more than a meter wide. Wang Changsheng took two steps to reach the next stone step, and the others were about the same. Every group moved very slowly, but they always followed behind the representatives of their respective factions.
After less than an hour, Wang Changsheng, whose legs were sore and weak, walked to a platform that was more than a hundred feet wide. A palace that was more than a hundred feet tall towered in front of everyone. Several disciples of the Taiqing Palace stood at the entrance of the palace, and their bodies emitted strong mana fluctuations.
On the right side of the platform, there was a tall stone pavilion, and inside it hung a green bronze bell that was more than twenty feet tall. On the bronze bell, there was a lifelike carving of a huge dragon.
Walking into the palace, a spacious hall that was more than a hundred feet tall and hundreds of acres in size appeared in front of everyone.
Hundreds of red sandalwood chairs were neatly arranged on both sides of the hall, and on the wall at the end of the hall hung a huge portrait that was several feet long.
On the portrait was a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest. He wore a white Taoist robe, and his face was pale without a beard. On his back was a long sword without a sheath, and under his feet was a huge bird with three heads. He gave off an immortal feeling.
Below the portrait, there was a green stone table that was more than a hundred feet long. On the left and right sides of the table were lit lamps, and in the middle were rows of silver jade tablets. There were several hundred of them, and each of the jade tablets was written with black characters. On the surface of the characters, spiritual light flowed. These jade tablets were all magic tools.
In front of the green stone table, there was a huge bronze incense burner with the head of a beast. Several purple candles that were as thick as a baby's arm were inserted into the burner, giving off a solemn feeling.
The representatives of the six branches stopped about ten meters away from the table. Wang Changsheng and the others also stopped.
Mo Wentian walked to the table, lit a purple candle, and inserted it into the burner. Only then did he turn around.
"The person in this portrait is the founder of our sect, 'Taiqing Zhenjun'. The memorial tablets on the table are the Yuanying cultivators of our sect. If it weren't for their protection, our sect wouldn't have been able to survive until today. Now, representatives of the six branches, come forward and offer incense to the founder and the ancestors of our sect. Then, we will pay our respects to the founder together," Mo Wentian said with a serious expression.
As soon as he finished speaking, the representatives of the six branches all stepped forward and lit the candles. They inserted them into the burner, and then returned to their original positions.
Seeing this, Mo Wentian nodded. He turned around and bowed to the portrait on the wall, loudly saying, "Mo Wentian, the 253rd head of the Taiqing Palace, today brings many new disciples to pay respects to the founder."
"Greetings to the founder," the representatives of the six branches all said.
Immortal Wang and the others followed suit, bowing and lowering their heads, loudly saying in unison, "We pay our respects to Ancestral Master." The voices of several hundred people reverberated through the hall, even the disciples guarding outside Ancestral Hall heard them.
After paying respects to the founder, Mo Wentian once again turned around and said with a serious expression:
"Our sect has a total of nine great commandments and one hundred and eight sect rules. If you violate any one of them, the lightest punishment is ten years of solitary confinement. The heaviest punishment is to have your transcendence energy crippled and be imprisoned in the Demon Sealing Pagoda to suffer the punishment of thunder and fire. As for the specifics of these commandments, your branches will send people to explain them to you in detail. You must be honest and careful. Do not do anything that will bring disgrace to the sect."
"Yes," Wang Changsheng and the other new disciples all said in unison.
"After paying respects to the founder, the representatives of each branch will bring their disciples back to their respective peaks. As for the rest of the process, you can do as you see fit."
Following this, the representatives of the six branches brought their disciples and left the Hall of Ancestors, returning to their respective peaks.
Wang Changsheng and the others followed behind the green-robed Daoist Priest. They sat on a huge paper crane and flew in a certain direction.
When the paper crane flew high up in the sky, Wang Changsheng discovered that the Hall of Ancestors was located on a huge stone pillar that was over a hundred feet tall. The bottom of the stone pillar was shrouded in clouds and mist, making it impossible to see the situation below.
Along the way, groups of Taiqing Palace disciples flew by on their flying tools. Many five-colored spirit birds flew in circles in the sky. There were also giant peaks that reached into the clouds. On top of these peaks were large palaces and pavilions built with carved balustrades and jade. Densely packed figures shuttled back and forth like ants, exuding a vigorous vitality.
Around these giant peaks was a boundless river that stretched across the ground. Connecting the two giant peaks on both sides of the river was a multi-colored arch bridge. On top of these bridges, there were faint figures moving about.
Seeing this scene, the new disciples on the paper crane were stunned. Wang Changsheng even swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He was very excited in his heart. In the future, he would be one of them.
After half an incense stick of time, the paper crane slowly landed on a square paved with white jade. In the square, there were already more than a dozen disciples of the Mysterious Talisman Branch in green robes waiting.
The leader of the group was a refined young man with regular facial features and a wooden hairpin that was a few inches long.
Seeing the green-robed Daoist Priest, Immortal Wang, and the others, the scholarly young man's eyes lit up. He quickly walked up and said, "Disciple welcomes Master. Everything in the Heart Questioning Palace is ready. We are just waiting for you all."
"This is your Martial Uncle Wu Cheng. All the chores of our Mysterious Talisman Branch are handed over to him." The green-robed Daoist Priest nodded and introduced the elegant young man.
"Martial Nephews, if you encounter any problems in the future, you can come to the Duty Tower to find me," Wu Cheng said with a smile.
Wang Changsheng and others did not dare to neglect and bowed back.
"Okay, you take them in! If there is no problem, take them to the Duty Tower to receive the entry items! Arrange a residence for them and tell them the rules of the Discipline Sect. "The green-robed Daoist Priest instructed the elegant young man. Then, he stomped his feet and turned into a green rainbow that was ten feet long, disappearing into the sky.
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