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Taichu Gate - Foot of the Mountain:

"How are you, junior brother? Didn't scare you?"

Bai Daoran flicked his sleeves and came up to Mo Lan, smiling broadly as he approached.

"No." Mo Lan shook her head.

The old steward who had followed him over quickly cupped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you for your help, Master Bai."

"It's nothing, it's nothing, they're all my disciples." Bai Daoran waved his hand, quite carefree and unrestrained.

He pointed to the precipitous mountains behind him: "The carriage can't go any further, so Master specifically instructed me to pick you up here."

The butler quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "I see, thank you very much, Immortal Master. Then we entrust our little Meng to you."

As he spoke, he pulled out a bulging object and handed it to Bai Daoran: "This is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't find it offensive, Immortal Master."

"Hey, hey, what are you doing! I belong to a reputable sect! I don't accept gifts!"

Bai Daoran shouted at the top of his lungs while opening the pocket of his Taoist robe so that the steward could stuff the silver into it.

The butler chuckled, "Don't worry, Immortal Master, this is just a small tea fee. We hope that when you get to the mountain, you will take good care of our little Meng. He has been pampered since he was a child, so it would be best if he did less rough work."

"Oh dear, look what you've done! Don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of my junior brother!"

As Bai Daoran spoke, he put his arm around Mo Lan's shoulder and patted his chest to assure her:

"From this day forward, as long as I, Bai Daoran, have a breath left, I will not allow anyone to bully my junior brother. I swear on my life!"

"Oh, thank you so much, Master! Thank you so much, Master!" the steward said, bowing repeatedly.

"I won't bother you any longer, young master. Take good care of yourself on the mountain. I'll be leaving now and will come back to pick you up in three months."

After saying that, the butler turned around and left with the guards, not forgetting to leave Mo Lan's luggage behind.

It seemed as if they were afraid he would change his mind.

At this moment, Bai Daoran, who was next to Mo Lan, leaned closer to him with a smile: "How are you feeling, Junior Brother? Do you feel like crying?"

"It's okay, with your senior brother here, you can safely wipe away your tears in your senior brother's arms, hehehe..."

Mo Lan, still with one hand in her pocket, bent down and picked up her suitcase from the ground upon hearing this:

"That's not the case. I was just thinking, isn't the first rule of the Taichu Sect that one cannot accept bribes?"

"Huh?" Bai Daoran exclaimed in shock, "My goodness, Junior Brother, are you perhaps a true gentleman?"

He immediately took three steps back, clasped his hands together, and pleaded, "Please, junior brother, don't tell Master about this, or I'll definitely be locked up again!"

"How about you do this for the sake of me helping you drive away those bandits? Please? I'm begging you!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan suddenly pulled down her sunglasses: "Okay, I was just kidding, but my dad's money should be split 50/50."

"The old man didn't give me a single copper coin so I could focus on my cultivation; he was dirt poor."

"become!"

Bai Daoran immediately opened the bag, only to find that it contained not silver, but a bag of gold beans. His eyes immediately popped out of their sockets.

She reluctantly shared half of it with Mo Lan.

Here you go.

Mo Lan took half of the golden bean and stuffed it into her bosom.

"Ahem, alright, junior brother, we should head up the mountain now, or Master will be waiting for a long time."

Bai Daoran leaned closer, taking Mo Lan's luggage as he did so, and patted his own shoulder:

"Let me carry the things; your senior brother has plenty of strength."

When he saw Mo Lan's small frame, he knew she couldn't handle the steep cliff steps. He figured he should help her with her luggage, or she'd be exhausted.

But Bai Daoran was soon shocked.

Mo Lan followed him, climbing the stairs all the way to the outside of the mountain gate, and was only slightly out of breath, seemingly quite at ease.

You know, when I followed my master up the mountain back then, I was almost exhausted to the point of being an idiot.

Wow, this junior brother is really something else!

Recalling the scene when he faced the bandits, Bai Daoran felt that his new junior brother was probably more than just a young master from a noble family.

"Is this what our sect is like?"

Mo Lan stood in front of the mountain gate, slowly took off her sunglasses, and took in the magnificent mountain peak.

The three large characters carved on the boulder at the mountain gate were reflected in his eyes.

"The Primordial Gate".

As a representative of the righteous path, the Taichu Sect has been passed down for thousands of years. It is said that it was originally founded by Zhang Jiao of the Taiping Dao, but whether this is true or not is difficult to verify.

"Junior brother's eyes are so beautiful, as lovely as a sunny day after the rain."

Just as Mo Lan was awestruck by the grandeur of the Tai Chu Sect.

Bai Daoran then cheekily moved closer to Mo Lan, showing particular curiosity about his eyes:

"Could this be the legendary heterochromia? No wonder Master agreed to take you as a disciple; our Tai Chu Sect hasn't recruited any new disciples for several years."

Since the world descended into chaos, the Taichu Sect has remained closed for a long time to avoid getting involved in unnecessary trouble.

Mo Lan is the only new disciple in recent years.

Therefore, the disciples in the sect square were all extremely curious about him, not to mention that he was personally brought by the senior brother Bai Daoran.

"Heterochromia? I guess so." Mo Lan gave a vague answer.

Bai Daoran suddenly opened his arms and addressed the crowd: "Ahem! Junior brothers and sisters, look at me, I have something to announce!"

All eyes immediately turned to him.

Mo Lan realized what he was trying to do too late, so she could only raise her hand to cover her forehead.

Hmm... Although he's usually pretty socially adept, he realized that compared to Bai Daoran, he was still a bit too socially awkward.

Bai Daoran spread his hands, pointing them at Mo Lan beside him:

"Master has decreed that from today onwards, this will be our youngest and most adorable junior brother of the Tai Chu Sect! Lan Meng of the Lan family! His courtesy name is Wuyou! Everyone, please give him a round of applause!"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

The peers applauded, while some elders shook their heads helplessly. This Bai Daoran, as the senior brother, was always so irresponsible.

Bai Daoran chuckled before leading Mo Lan to the sect's ancestral hall.

An elderly man with white hair and beard was already standing in front of the ancestral tablets, waiting for them.

"Master! I have brought my junior brother back safely." Bai Daoran bowed to the other party.

"Hmm... finally, you've been reliable for once." Lin Jianwei turned to look at Mo Lan, scrutinized her from head to toe, and then smiled.

"Little Meng, welcome to the Primordial Beginning Sect. I am the forty-first generation sect leader of the Primordial Beginning Sect, and from now on I will be your master."

"Our sect's infrastructure is rather basic, and the food and lodging may not suit your taste. If you need anything, you can ask your senior brother."

Bai Daoran stood to the side with his arms crossed, nodding repeatedly: "That's right, that's right, you can come to me anytime, I'm so bored every day."

"wrong!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Lin Jianwei: "Master, didn't you say that after Junior Brother arrived, I could go down the mountain to gain experience?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Jianwei seemed to ponder, "Did I say that? I'm an old man, my memory isn't very good..."

"I definitely said that, you old geezer!" Bai Daoran protested.

Seeing this, Mo Lan finally understood who had taught Bai Daoran such an unreliable personality; the upper beam was crooked and the lower beam was crooked too.

"Alright, alright, it's not that I won't let you go down the mountain, it's just that we need to go down the mountain in a planned way, in batches."

Lin Jian smiled and said, "How about this? The Ancient Law Realm Tournament is coming up soon. If you can get into the top three, I'll allow you to enter the mortal world for training. What do you say?"

Bai Daoran's eyes lit up: "It's a deal!"

Lin Jianwei nodded, then looked at Mo Lan:

"I'm sorry, Xiaomeng, you must have seen this funny. It's just that my eldest disciple is not being honest. He's a cultivator, yet he's always thinking about meddling in worldly affairs."

Bai Daoran: "How can a true man remain subservient to others for long? If I descend the mountain, I will surely stir up the winds of change and restore order to the world!"