To cultivate immortality, one must have good luck

Chapter 190 Brat!Play this game with me!
Inner gate, ancestral hall.

As a distant bell rang in front of the ancestral hall, it heralded the official start of this year's ancestor worship ceremony in Cangwu Pai.

Headmaster Huangfuying took off his favorite black clothes and stood in the center of the ancestral hall in a blue formal robe that represented the headmaster's status.

In the ancestral hall, there are densely packed ancestor rankings, occupying almost half of the ancestral hall.

On both sides of the ancestral hall were more than 40 powerful people from the Cangwu Sect who were in the Ascended Wheel Realm.

As Huangfuying's deep sacrificial speeches sounded, the atmosphere in the entire ancestral hall became solemn.

As for the rear of the ancestral hall, there are the inner disciples who were promoted to the ninth realm this year.

Counting Kong Xian, Shangguan Yuzhou and Shui Zhusheng, there are seven people in total.

Kong Ji knew three of the remaining four people.

Senior Sister Huajian who is closer to Shui Zhusheng.

And Wei Cheng, who once shined in the outer sect training, is ranked at the bottom of the Hidden Dragon Ranking.

Finally, there is Elder Zhao Wei’s nephew, Zhao Huan.

His strength is already good, and he is also quite talented in swordsmanship.

After getting the Silver Blooming Essence sold to him by Kong Xian and Shangguan Yuzhou, Zhao Huan's strength improved even more, and he finally caught up with this year and broke through to the ninth level of Yanglun.

The remaining female disciple looked unfamiliar and Kong Jiang had never seen her before.

Facing the cumbersome ancestor worship ceremony, Kong Zhi didn't dare to look around after taking a rough look around the ancestral hall. He and everyone else looked solemnly, waiting for the end of the ancestor worship ceremony.

"Our Cangwu sect has been passed down to 45 generations of disciples since the founding of the sect by Qingcang Daozu."

"In these long years, how many sects in Wudong have been submerged in the long river of time."

"Our Cangwu sect has faced the danger of extinction more than once."

"It can continue to this day, and I don't know how many ancestors have devoted their blood to this, and died for it."

"And the names of those heroes are engraved on these spiritual tablets in front of you."

Huangfuying said this in a low voice, then turned to look at the seven people standing behind the ancestral hall.

"Inner disciples bow to our ancestors and heroes."

Kong and the seven others bowed in response.

"Inner disciples bow twice and worship the name of their ancestors."

"Inner disciples bow three times to worship the spirits of their ancestors."

After three bows, Kong Ji and the other six people stepped forward to burn incense.

Only then has the ceremony been completed.

A full hour has passed.

When Huangfuying announced that the ancestor worship ceremony was over.

Kong Ji clearly felt that the eyes of the more than 40 Ascending Wheel Realm experts in the ancestral hall were all looking at him, including the six inner disciples around him.

Among these powerful Sheng Lun masters, Kong Chi saw familiar Sheng Lun masters such as Huangfu Wuqin, Dongxian, Zhou Shangxiang, and even Zhao Wei.

As well as more than 30 other unfamiliar faces that I have hardly seen outside the door.

Those were the looks of more than 40 Shenglun people, but they were not hostile.

Under such gaze, even though Kong Zhi had experienced so many hardships with his will, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, and secretly said: "If these Shenglun experts are sent out to attack any sect except the three major sects in Wudong, I’m afraid no one can withstand it.”

Shangguan Yuzhou, Shui Zhusheng and others were not much better, each of them showed awe.

"It seems that after the ceremony, it's time to become a disciple." Seeing this scene, Kong Jiang roughly guessed the meaning of those Ascension Wheel gazes.

Because at least half of those powerful people who ascended the wheel had their eyes on him for a long time.

Sure enough, as Huangfu Wuqin said yesterday, there are many people in the inner sect who are interested in him.

"Excellent people will indeed shine wherever they are." Kong Xiang thought with some melancholy.

"According to the rules, inner sect disciples must worship a Shenglun as their master to guide them on their next path." Huangfuying's voice sounded in the ancestral hall at the right time.

He looked at the seven people in front of him and explained in a calm voice: "Then let's get started."

As Huangfuying's voice fell, the atmosphere in the previously solemn ancestral hall suddenly became warm.

From the corner of his eye, Kong Ji saw that one of his inner disciples, a man with a long sword on his back and a beard on his face, took a step forward first.

It was none other than Elder Zhao Wei’s nephew, Zhao Huan.

I saw him stepping out and bowing deeply towards Dongxian's position from a distance.

"Inner disciple Zhao Huan, please worship the master of Dongxian Hall as your teacher!"

Dongxian is the person worshiped by all the outer disciples of Cangwu Sect.Especially the sword cultivator, who almost worshiped him as a god.

From Kong Xian's point of view, it was reasonable for Zhao Huan to want to become Dong Xian's disciple, given that he loved his sword as much as his life.

Similarly, other elders in the Ascension Wheel Realm were not surprised by this.

Because after every inner sect ceremony, all sword cultivators must go to Dong Xian to try it out.

Dongxian was very good at dealing with this situation. He just glanced at Zhao Huan lightly and then shook his head: "You can't!"

Zhao Huan was not surprised by this. He just continued to respond with a firm voice: "I heard that as long as you take a sword from Zhen Jiquan, the registered disciple of the master of Dongxian Hall, you can become your registered disciple. I am not willing to give it a try!"

"Okay, let's go to Zhen Jiquan to get a sword after the ceremony." Dongxian nodded slightly, as if there was such a rule.

Zhao Huan just retired with satisfaction.

Even though he was a registered disciple, Zhao Huan had to give it a try.

Seeing this, Kong Ji shook his head repeatedly and sighed secretly: "The Tianhe Sword Immortal's reputation is that he is powerful."

On the side of the powerful Shenglun, Deacon Zhao Wei also sighed secretly. He seemed to have known his nephew's thoughts for a long time, and he did not stop him.

Soon, Kong Jiang lost his leisure to watch the excitement.

Because from the corner of his eye, he saw a short, thin old man with a white beard walking out of the Shenglun Powerhouse. His old eyes stared directly at him and said: "Inner disciple Kong Ji! You... …”

How could Kong Ji wait until he opened his mouth?

He knew that if he continued to wait, there would be endless trouble coming.

Immediately he took a step forward and shouted loudly: "Inner disciple Kong Xiang, please accept Master Huangfu as your teacher."

Kong's sonorous and powerful voice hovered in the ancestral hall.

The inner disciples, except for Shangguan Yuzhou and Shui Zhusheng, all looked at Kong Jiang with their eyes widened and strange expressions on their faces.

Regardless of whether they are disciples from the outer sect or the inner sect, they all know that our leader is quite uninterested in recruiting disciples.

Moreover, he was using a sword, and there was a Dongxian who was a master of swordsmanship holding it, so Huangfuying was even less interested in taking on a disciple.

In the past, when disciples with other intentions went to worship Huangfu Ying, they were all ruthlessly rejected by him.

"With Kong Zhen's talent, anyone who worships him will be accepted with a smile. But if he worships the leader, he will probably get a bad reception."

The remaining four inner disciples each have their own ideas.

Huajian, who was standing with Shui Zhusheng, narrowed his eyes and muttered: "If it is Junior Brother Kong Ji, it is not impossible!"

As for the Shenglun masters, they all have their own thoughts, but most of them are not optimistic about Kong Jiang's apprenticeship this time.

Because they know better than those disciples why Huangfuying does not accept disciples.

As Kong Ji's voice fell.

Above the ancestral hall, Huangfuying, who was still thinking about other things, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on Kong Ji, but he only glanced at it lightly, and then glanced at his daughter Huangfu Wuqin, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "You brat! You're playing this trick with me!"

Kong Xian didn't know what Huangfuying was thinking, and was waiting for Huangfuying's response with high spirits.

Who would have thought that Huangfuying didn't speak for a long time, which made him a little confused.

"What's wrong, Boss Huangfu?"

On this side, Huangfuying's words of rejection were already in his throat.

Don't wait for him to speak.

Shi Jinchi in the crowd had already taken a step forward with a smile and said to Kong Xian: "The master did not refuse, he just acquiesced. Why don't you come up and pay homage to your master!"

As he said this, Shi Jinchi had a secretly proud look on his face.

I have been following Huangfu Ying for so many years, and I am the one who knows him best in the Cangwu Sect.

I am afraid that only I can hear what he is saying, and I have to say hello to Kong Fu early.

"Oh, I have dedicated my whole life to being the leader."

Thinking of his own wisdom, Shi Jinchi couldn't help but look back at Huangfuying.

However, he did not see the smiling admiration in his impression.

What greeted him was Huangfuying's silent eyes without any emotion.

Shi Jinchi was so frightened that all the fat on his body shook.

"Finish!"

(End of this chapter)