Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 205 First Visit to the Mount Tai Sect

As Master Qingyang opened and closed his gaze, the Heavenly Demon, who had been eager to try, seemed to suddenly lose his energy and spirit, and no longer had the motivation to charge around.

After baring his teeth at Zhao Rui and Qingyang Zhenren, he vanished from the spot with a bang.

Zhao Rui could clearly sense its disappearance; it wasn't hidden, but completely vanished from his perception range.

"Thank you for protecting me, fellow Daoist. I am deeply grateful."

Master Qingyang bowed respectfully and thanked Zhao Rui.

"No need to be so polite, brother, have you made any gains?"

"Indeed, I have been fortunate enough to comprehend a trace of domain power, which is a small step on the path of cultivation."

"This is a good thing. Haha!"

Zhao Rui was also quite happy. He got along well with Qingyang Zhenren, and his growth in strength was only beneficial to him.

"The path to enlightenment is long, and this is but the first step. There is still a long way to go. Fellow Daoist, your fortune is astonishing; you have already comprehended the power of a domain. It is truly astonishing and enviable!"

"I only recently grasped this myself. Now that you have awakened, let's return to the mainland. The void is powerless, and I feel somewhat uneasy."

Zhao Rui said with a light laugh.

Upon hearing his words, Master Qingyang chuckled, glanced around at the desolate and boundless space, nodded, and said, "Indeed!"

After saying this, he manifested his true form as the Stone Daring Dharma Body and charged straight down towards the continent below.

The intense friction creates a layer of scorching plasma on the surface of the stone, which, from a distance, looks like a dazzling shooting star.

Seeing that he went back so directly, Zhao Rui was immediately seized by a playful mood. He unfolded the protective shield that Academician Zhang had given him, stepped on it with both feet, and glided downwards as if on a skateboard.

After gliding for about ten minutes, the land became clearly visible. Instead of landing, the two headed towards Mount Tai.

Both of them were dressed in Taoist robes, their robes fluttering in the wind. They were tall and upright, with a leisurely demeanor. At first glance, they had the air of immortals.

Such divine charm is so profound that calling them immortals would not be an exaggeration.

The two used stealth techniques to speed towards Mount Tai.

The majestic Mount Tai soars into the clouds.

In the training ground of a Taoist temple on the back of the mountain, a group of newly arrived disciples were undergoing the entrance test.

They were about seven or eight years old, still a group of teenagers.

More than ten Taoist priests from the Taishan School, along with dozens of lay disciples from the outer sect, conducted a thorough review and examination of them, with clear division of labor.

Although the children are young, they have clearly all had a foundation in martial arts and are no strangers to practicing.

In this situation, each of them had a tense little face and looked quite serious.

Outside, parents of children watched, eagerly anticipating whether their children would be selected by the Taishan Sect.

"More and more children are coming up the mountain now, the selection process is becoming more and more rigorous, and their talents are getting better and better. I really don't know if, in a few years, they will grow up and surpass us without us even noticing."

One of the lay disciples said with a slightly dejected expression.

Before he went up the mountain, he was also a standout in the local high school, with exceptional talent and ability among his peers.

Once he got to the mountain, he discovered that his talent was only average, and there were many people with better talent than him.

Now, seeing the newly arrived disciples with increasingly better talents, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness.

“If a martial arts practitioner hesitates and only judges success or failure based on natural talent, then there is no need to continue practicing. It would be a waste of resources.”

No sooner had the lay disciple finished speaking than a deep, indifferent voice rang out in rebuke.

"Master, senior brother, that's not what I meant."

"Go back and copy the Eastern Peak Great Emperor's Mountain-Suppressing Treasure Scroll ten times..."

"Yes, senior brother."

The lay disciple dared not refute, and slunk away from the crowd to return to the mountain to copy scriptures.

Those around them, seeing this, fell silent, not daring to utter a word.

"Your senior brother is doing this for your own good. Without unwavering determination and perseverance, how can you go far on the path of martial arts?"

As the lay disciple moved away, another slightly shrill voice slowly rang out beside the "senior brother," offering a few words of explanation on his behalf.

The one addressed as "senior brother" was a tall, handsome young man with long, jet-black hair that was neatly styled.

Paired with ancient costumes, she has a rather elegant and unrestrained appearance.

He was Fang Chuanyu, the chief disciple in charge of the mountain entry test, and also the grandson of Fang Rushan, the newly promoted Dharma Image True Man of the Taishan Sect.

As for the shrill-voiced man beside him, he was Peng Fei, Fang Rushan's tenth disciple, and the two had always been on good terms.

"Yes, thank you, Senior Brother Fang."

The disciples who accompanied him bowed their heads in gratitude.

Upon hearing this, the senior brother nodded noncommittally, clearly satisfied with everyone's attitude.

"Alright, a new batch of disciples are coming up the mountain. From now on, you will be the senior brothers and sisters. If your strength can't keep up, wouldn't people laugh their heads off?"

The person with the high-pitched voice chuckled, shook his head slightly, and turned to look at the selection ceremony below the stage.

The ceremony to ascend the mountain has been held many times. Since the return of the masters of the Guixu Taishan Sect, an assessment to enter the mountain has been organized every six months.

The disciples participating in the selection process were already very familiar with it; they only needed to follow the established rules and proceed with the selection step by step.

In the past, the ceremony of entering the mountain was always presided over by Elder Qingyang.

A true master has keen insight and often makes judgments about qualifications based on what they see.

Sometimes, disciples who do not meet the entry standards may be admitted because of certain special talents or strengths.

However, now that Master Qingyang is no longer here, the selection has been handed over to Elder Fang Rushan. But Fang Rushan is obsessed with martial arts and doesn't care about such a trivial matter as the selection.

He then entrusted the task to his disciple, Peng Fei.

Peng Fei naturally had no interest in such selections. The disciples selected this time were not true disciples of the Mount Tai Sect. They would need to undergo a testing period of several years before being recruited as outer disciples.

As for those who are not suitable, they will be sent back down the mountain, but will be given the title of prospective disciple of the Taishan Sect.

This can be seen as a way of indirectly expanding the prestige of the Taishan Sect.

For a sect to survive, it naturally needs people, and even more so, it needs territory. Only with people and territory can it survive and be passed down for a long time.

In this era of great strife, the Taishan Sect, which alone controls the entire western region of Dongqi Province, naturally wants as many disciples as possible.

But the selection process didn't benefit Peng Fei much, so he naturally didn't bother to waste his energy on it.

Therefore, the entire selection process is quite procedural and standardized; as long as the conditions are met, it's fine.

After about half an hour, the entire selection process finally came to an end.

This time, a total of sixty qualified disciples were recruited.

The selected disciples were all very young children, and it would take them several years of training before they could achieve anything.

"Junior Sister Miao, you will be in charge of these disciples for the time being, and you will teach them the basic outer sect techniques..."

After announcing the end of the selection process, Peng Fei turned to a young female disciple dressed in casual clothes below him and said something.

"Senior brother, I have already reached the Grandmaster realm..."

"Does the Grandmaster realm mean one is no longer required to serve the sect? Or does Junior Sister think she is superior in martial arts and look down on Senior Brother? Or perhaps she looks down on my Mount Tai Sect?"

“Junior Sister did not mean that. It’s just that Junior Sister has recently encountered a bottleneck in her cultivation, and she is pressing on with her energy…”

The female disciple's expression changed slightly, and she couldn't help but explain.

"There's no need for explanation. It's either yes or no. If all outer disciples were like you, my Mount Tai Sect would be in chaos long ago." The male disciple interrupted her abruptly, coldly mocking her.

"Junior sister obeys!"

The female disciple remained silent for a moment, then raised her hand slightly, clasped her hands in response, and descended the steps. She then beckoned the group of children to line up and walk towards the mountain gate.

Teaching new disciples is no easy task; it requires a martial artist to spend a great deal of time and severely disrupts their cultivation.

Logically speaking, teaching young children martial arts doesn't require a grandmaster-level expert; a disciple at the eighth or ninth level of martial arts would suffice.

But Peng Fei specifically named this junior sister Miao to hold her accountable, which was clearly not for public interest.

Watching Junior Sister Miao leave with a group of children, Peng Fei raised an eyebrow slightly at Fang Chuanyu beside him.

The other person gave a knowing, calm smile.

An hour later.

In the accommodation area behind the Taishan Sect's Transmission Hall, a graceful female disciple was leading a group of children to check into their rooms.

Space on the mountain is limited, so the younger disciples often share a room with five or six people. The accommodation is basic, with only a few beds and two wardrobes.

"These are your training clothes, two sets for each person..."

"Master, I can't wear these anymore..."

"Master, my pants are too long..."

The female disciple had never seen children before, and her scalp tingled with fear. She had no choice but to dress and try on the clothes for each of them one by one.

Even though she was already at the Grandmaster level, she was still somewhat overwhelmed when facing a huge group of children.

But she knew she couldn't afford to make a mistake, because some people were waiting to find fault with her.

Otherwise, given her Grandmaster level, she wouldn't just be doing such menial work; she would also have several outer disciples serving her, at her beck and call.

However, for some reason, these disciples all regarded her as a venomous snake and avoided her at all costs.

Just as she was patiently helping her junior disciples tidy up their training clothes, a tall, handsome man walked in.

It was Fang Chuanyu, the senior brother who had appeared in the back mountain earlier.

"Junior Sister Miao, why are you doing this?"

The man shook his head slightly, his face filled with regret and confusion.

"Senior brother, please have some self-respect."

Junior Sister Miao replied in a cold voice, her face full of frost.

"Junior sister, you are indeed outstanding in terms of talent, but the path of martial arts is not something that can be achieved with just talent."

“Wealth, companions, methods, and location are all indispensable. Junior sister, if you don’t want to take on this role of transmitting skills, I will talk to Peng Fei.”

"No need for you to worry, senior brother. I will handle my own affairs. Please go back now."

Junior Sister Miao remained indifferent, showing no liking for this senior brother whatsoever. Although he wasn't a spoiled brat, he was ambitious and self-righteous.

Just because she rejected his advances, he resorted to all sorts of tricks to make things difficult for her, causing the disciples on the mountain to distance themselves from her.

In private, however, they pretend to be good people.

No one is a fool.

Seeing Junior Sister Miao's direct refusal, Fang Chuanyu's face darkened, and he said unhappily:
"I just don't understand, what's wrong with me?"

"In terms of strength, am I, a dignified Divine Void Realm cultivator, not worthy of you?"

"In terms of family background, my grandfather was one of the four Dharma Aspect True Men of the Taishan Sect, and also the youngest..."

"Senior brother, please go back. Don't disturb the children."

"Junior Sister Miao said coldly."

"Hmph, if you don't eat the toast, you'll be punished with a drink!"

Fang Chuanyu snorted coldly and struck out with his palm, directly splitting an old pine tree outside in two from a distance.

The loud noise frightened the new children, who trembled and dared not utter a sound for a moment.

"The Void has descended, plunging the world into chaos. Do you still think this is your original world? You're short-sighted!"

Fang Chuanyu sneered, leaped into the air, and flew away from the area of ​​the Transmission Hall.

The disciples who saw him on the road all lowered their heads, not daring to look up.

The four great masters of the Taishan School, the Supreme Elder is very old and rarely shows his face.

The sect leader, Master Qingxu, intends to break through to the advanced stage of the Dharma Aspect Realm, and often goes into seclusion, leaving sect affairs to Master Qingyang.

However, in the past year, Master Qingyang has been busy with external affairs and has very limited time to return to the mountain, so he has handed over internal affairs to the newly promoted Master Faxiang, Fang Rushan.

As Fang Rushan's grandson, Fang Chuanyu's status is self-evident.

Over the past year, strange beasts have been frequently restless, and conflicts have arisen all over the world. With the unification of the Blue Star of Guixu, a great war is inevitable.

The Taishan Sect naturally became the safest place in the entire Eastern Qi.

Fang Chuanyu's status and strength gave him the right to be arrogant.

"If you refuse a toast, then I'll blame you and make you suffer the consequences. The rules of the Mount Tai Sect will begin with you."

Fang Chuanyu narrowed his eyes, thinking viciously to himself.

While flying over the Taishan Sect, he suddenly felt a powerful pressure coming from above, and his figure stopped abruptly. He hurriedly descended.

After he landed, he looked up and saw two figures descending from the sky, like immortals and gods, surrounded by clouds and ethereal beauty.

This caused his pupils to dilate instantly, filled with admiration.

"Grandmaster Uncle?"

One of these two people was familiar to Fang Chuanyu; he was none other than his grandmaster, Master Qingyang.

"Who's that person next to him? They're so young!"

Fang Chuanyu glanced at the person beside Master Qingyang and frowned immediately. Could it be Master Qingyang's newly accepted disciple?

His eyes narrowed immediately. There were not many disciples of Qingyang Zhenren. Most of them had sacrificed themselves in the war against Da Shang. The remaining disciples did not like worldly affairs and were in seclusion for cultivation all year round.

If it's a newly recruited disciple, it might diminish his authority.

Just as Fang Chuanyu was pondering the young man's origins, Qingyang Zhenren had already landed on the ground.

"It's you?"

"Greetings, Grandmaster Uncle."

"Ok!"

Master Qingyang waved his hand, signaling him to leave, then turned to the young man beside him with a smile and said, "It was indeed my fault, Master Zhao, for my lack of manners."

“I also dislike complicated formalities, so isn’t this better? We don’t even have to walk the mountain path.”

"Haha, come on, let's go inside and have a chat! Please."

After Qingyang Zhenren finished speaking, he stepped slightly ahead and led the way, walking with the young man toward the main hall of the Taishan Sect.

"Who is this person? Why does my grandmaster uncle value him so much? So young, could he be some old monster who has reversed his aging process?"

Fang Chuanyu was startled and hurriedly rushed to his grandfather Fang Rushan's place.

(End of this chapter)