On the path to immortality, I can see destiny.

The azure-scaled boat slowly descended and came to rest on a wide stone platform.

The stone slab was paved with solid white jade, so shiny it could reflect a person's image. Several tall stone pillars stood around it, their shafts carved with intricate spiritual patterns, from which a faint spiritual light seemed to flow.

In the distance, the mountain peaks are shrouded in mist, with pavilions and towers faintly visible among them. A waterfall cascades down from the mountaintop, its roar echoing, and the spray reflects a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.

Standing on the deck, Zhao Fan looked at the fairyland-like scene before him and felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

finally reached.

Wu Yuan led the way, guiding everyone off the flying boat.

Zhao Fan followed behind. Xiao Er was put into the spirit beast bag by him. The little guy was a little unwilling and struggled in the bag a few times before Zhao Fan pressed him back in.

Su Zixin walked beside him, the Frost Sword hanging at her waist, still with that cold and aloof demeanor.

Su Ziyan looked around so much that he couldn't take it all in, and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly.

After disembarking from the flying boat, Zhao Fan saw in the distance at the end of the stone platform that the old woman and the masked woman were walking towards the mountain gate.

The old woman walked with a composed gait, her gray Taoist robe fluttering gently in the wind, her silver hair perfectly styled.

A masked woman followed behind her, her pale blue skirt trailing on the ground. She walked slowly, as if admiring the scenery along the way.

She took a few steps, then suddenly turned her head slightly and glanced in Zhao Fan's direction.

Despite the great distance, Zhao Fan couldn't see her expression, but he could feel her gaze.

After glancing at her, the masked woman turned around and followed the old woman. The two of them passed through the mountain gate one after the other and disappeared into the clouds.

Zhao Fan withdrew his gaze, puzzled. This woman seemed to be paying special attention to him.

Wu Yuan was unaware of this scene; he was busy greeting everyone.

"Stay close, don't fall behind. The Deacon Hall is over there; let's go register first."

The group followed Wu Yuan and walked along a wide stone path.

The stone path was lined with bamboo, its stalks a pale blue color, with dewdrops clinging to its leaves, shimmering in the sunlight.

The further you go in, the denser the spiritual energy becomes. Taking a deep breath, you feel refreshed and invigorated.

Zhao Fan couldn't help but take a few more breaths, feeling the spiritual energy in his dantian become more active.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a tall hall appeared in front of us.

The entire hall is built of bluestone, with flying eaves and brackets, and is magnificent. A plaque hangs above the door with the three large characters "Hall of Affairs" written in vigorous strokes, exuding a faint sense of authority.

Two disciples dressed in blue Taoist robes stood at the entrance, with jade tokens hanging from their waists. Upon seeing Wu Yuan, they nodded slightly and stepped aside to make way for him.

The interior of the Deacon Hall was much larger than I had imagined. The hall was spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people, with a row of counters on each side. Behind each counter sat several disciples, who were busy with their work.

In the very center of the hall stood a huge stone tablet, densely covered with names, some lit up, some dim, and some flashing.

Wu Yuan led the group to a counter and nodded to the disciple behind it.

"New disciples, register them."

The disciple raised his head, glanced at everyone, took out a stack of jade tokens from under the counter, and began to register them one by one.

"Name, age, cultivation level, spiritual root."

Everyone reported their information in turn, and the disciple entered it into the jade token one by one before handing it back.

Zhao Fan took the jade pendant; it felt warm and smooth to the touch, and he could faintly sense the spiritual power contained within it.

The jade plaque is engraved with the three characters "Suyang Sect" on the front and his name on the back.

"This is your sect's nameplate."

Wu Yuan explained.

"In the sect, you need to use it for everything: to get pills, accept missions, and access the scripture pavilion. Keep it safe, or you'll lose contribution points if you lose it and need to replace it."

Zhao Fan tied the jade pendant to his waist and then took several sets of clothes.

His clothes were uniform blue Taoist robes, the fabric of which was soft and faintly glowed with spiritual light, far superior to his own tattered clothes.

After the registration was completed, Wu Yuan led everyone out of the hall and stood on the stone platform in front of the door.

He cleared his throat and raised his voice.

"Everyone, now that you've joined the Suyang Sect, there are some rules I need to explain to you."

Everyone quieted down and listened attentively.

"In our Suyang Sect, disciples are divided into three categories: outer disciples, inner disciples, and true disciples."

"Most of you are outer disciples. Outer disciples live in the outer sect area at the foot of the mountain. The monthly cultivation resources are distributed by the sect. The amount is not much, but it is enough. However, it is basically impossible to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage with that little bit of resources."

He paused, then continued.

"Therefore, you need to earn it yourselves. The sect's internal affairs hall will issue various tasks every day. Some are to collect spiritual herbs in the back mountain, some are to hunt monsters in the Cangyun Mountains, and some are to help the sect's seniors refine pills and weapons."

"Completing tasks will earn you contribution points, which can be exchanged for cultivation resources in the Internal Affairs Hall, including pills, spirit stones, magic weapons, and cultivation techniques—you name it."

He pointed to a mountain peak in the distance.

"That's the Internal Affairs Hall over there. You can go and take a look when you have time. The sect ranks people every three months based on their contribution points. Those who rank higher will receive extra rewards."

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, some excited, some nervous.

Wu Yuan added.

"In addition, if you have any special skills in cultivation, you can go to the corresponding mountain peak."

"Those who practice alchemy should go to the Pill Peak, those who practice weapon crafting should go to the Weapon Peak, those who practice talisman making should go to the Talisman Peak, those who practice formations should go to the Formation Peak, and those who practice beast taming should go to the Beast Peak."

"As long as you pass the assessment, you can also become inner disciples."

"Each peak has its own master; you can go and learn from them to improve your skills."

"Of course, many of you are from independent cultivation backgrounds and don't have any special skills, but you don't need to worry."

"Every so often, a Foundation Establishment stage senior from the sect will hold a lecture at each peak. You can go and listen in, and learn whatever you want."

Zhao Fan kept these words in mind.

After Wu Yuan finished speaking, his gaze fell on the few people at the front of the line.

He named several people, including Su Zixin, and a few other cultivators that Zhao Fan was not very familiar with.

"You lot, come with me."

Su Zixin glanced at Zhao Fan, nodded, and followed Wu Yuan.

Su Ziyan watched from the side, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Zhao Fan stood there, watching Su Zixin's retreating figure, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Wu Yuan took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, glanced back at Zhao Fan, and walked back.

"Junior Brother Zhao, please wait here for a moment. I will take them to the main hall of the main peak, where the representatives of each peak will select inner disciples."

He lowered his voice.

"Once we're done here, I'll take you to Danfeng to familiarize yourself with the route."

Zhao Fan nodded and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wu."

Wu Yuan smiled, turned around, and left with the others.

Zhao Fan stood on the stone platform, watching their figures gradually disappear into the distance.