Chapter 125: Chapter 125: True Disciple

Although this young girl holds a quite high status, she is ultimately a child of the elf ghosts and monsters. Wang Xuan is curious about her identity. In his eyes, she is clearly just a little girl without any cultivation level, but he didn’t say much at this moment.

He the Sixth respects Yue Yi, and there is an inexplicable regret in his heart, as if he sees another figure in her.

The hall was crowded, with representatives from various branches present, all standing aside. No one had any words about the girl’s antics, let alone reprimand or complain about wasting their time.

In the main hall of the ceremony, a handsome middle-aged man slowly walked out, appearing like an ordinary person, with no fluctuations of cultivation and a plain aura.

“Yiyi, don’t delay Xiaohu’s important business.”

He waved his hand, and the young girl happily ran back, being picked up by the middle-aged man and placed on his shoulder.

“I told you there was important business today, yet you insisted on coming. I really can’t win against you.” Hong Xuanji spoke with a tone full of indulgence.

Little girl Yiyi tugged at his hair and hummed, “You want to leave me at home again? It’s no fun at all. I want to go out and play. You promised to take me down the mountain to play before, and now you’re lying to me.”

The little girl spoke smoothly without any stammering, astonishingly quick-witted and full of spiritual energy. Anyone could tell she was a great candidate for cultivation.

Hong Xuanji took a deep breath, seemingly pained by the hair-tugging but still spoke gently, “Haven’t I been busy these days? Your master has been so busy that I haven’t touched the ground. Let go, will you? See, everyone’s looking at me. Don’t you want me to save face?”

Like she won, the little girl charmingly said, “I don’t care. I want three lollipops before I let go; anything less won’t do!”

Frowning, Hong Xuanji worriedly said, “But eating too many lollipops can make you get cavities, which will hurt a lot and your teeth might fall out. Without those pretty teeth, you’d turn ugly.

How about this, I’ll take you to see the phoenix, the bird with particularly beautiful feathers, didn’t you say you wanted to see it?”

After much effort, Hong Xuanji finally managed to soothe the little girl, promising various things.

Wang Xuan was exceedingly curious at heart. This handsome middle-aged man pampered the girl named Yiyi excessively, more patient than 99% of fathers with their own daughters.

“Greetings, Master Uncle.” He Fang led the disciples in greeting, bowing and showing utmost respect.

This Hong Xuanji was none other than the Sect Leader of the Immortal Martial Mountain, overseeing the entire mountain. In terms of identity, he is the direct disciple of the Martial Immortal, and in terms of strength, he ranks in the top three of Immortal Martial Mountain.

“Sorry for wasting your time, please come in quickly.” Hong Xuanji smiled. His temper was very good and he wasn’t harsh with people.

Wang Xuan and his group followed He Fang, entering the extraordinarily solemn and majestic main hall; even the little girl Yue Yi couldn’t help but quiet down.

At the center front of the hall was a giant painting. The figure stood with his back turned, surrounded endlessly by the Milky Way, his erect figure resembling eternity, immortal and indestructible, like the ruler of the world.

Wang Xuan had visualized the “Martial Immortal Map”, knowing this was the founding patriarch of Immortal Martial Mountain and one of the immortals of the Mother Star—the Martial Immortal.

What followed was a series of complex apprenticeship rituals, taking over an hour to complete: offering tea, kowtowing, meeting various senior brothers and sisters, and the figures from different branches.

“Offer gifts to the Patriarch.” Hong Xuanji said.

Wang Xuan performed the three bows and nine kowtows, uttering thousands of words in his blessing before Hong Xuanji picked up a brush to write the character “Martial” on his forehead. With a point of his pen, a prepared oil lamp was lit.

This lamp, named the Longevity Lamp, also known as the Soul Lamp, will only extinguish when the disciple dies. It also monitors the life aura; if the disciple is in mortal danger, the lamp flame will flicker irregularly.

“Bring the record!”

After Hong Xuanji spoke, someone respectfully presented a tray with a jade book on it.

Every True Disciple must undergo the process of apprenticeship ceremony, but being recorded is even more important, akin to being registered in an ancient clan’s records. Only by having the name written can one truly be part of the true direct lineage.

This is a form of inheritance, also the basis for each branch’s lineage and affiliation. With the growth of Immortal Martial Mountain, being recorded is extremely important.

“Upon entering my Immortal Martial Mountain, you must respect my sect’s rules, uphold our mountain’s laws, and protect our mountain gate until your death.” Hong Xuanji wrote under He Fang’s name, “The seventh, Wang Xuan.”

At this moment, Wang Xuan felt a heavy aura falling from above, merging into his qi fate, with part of his own qi fate flying out to converge with the aura above.

Overall, his qi fate seemed to have increased by about twenty percent, which is the mountain gate’s assistance manifested in terms of qi fate.

“Ceremony completed.”

After presiding over this apprenticeship ceremony, Hong Xuanji left with the little girl Yue Yi. The lively and mischievous little girl was always full of joy.

“Let’s go! We’re going to see the beautiful big bird.” Miss Yiyi’s laughter floated out.

“Master.” Wang Xuan saluted He Fang, performing the ceremony for the first time after officially becoming a disciple.

He the Sixth laughed, “Since you’ve joined our sect and become a True Disciple, we’re now family.”

Once entered into the mountain gate, one would belong to this mountain gate for life. Even if they made mistakes and were expelled, they couldn’t be taken in by other sects in the future, to ensure a clear and orderly lineage.

The strict master is like a father, such a relationship continues for a lifetime, basically treating disciples as one would their children.

He Fang’s status was indeed high, even the senior brother of the first generation, the current Sect Leader of Immortal Martial Mountain, Hong Xuanji, attended, not to mention other branches naturally followed suit.

This kind of treatment wasn’t enjoyed by many True Disciples.

Wang Xuan witnessed clan leaders from one branch after another presenting congratulatory gifts to his master He Fang, celebrating the gain of a cherished disciple, the scene lively and bustling.

That afternoon, He Fangshan held another celebratory feast. Although no one attended from the first generation, many of the second generation peers came, and those who couldn’t make it sent disciples to extend congratulations.

In the midst of the tumult, Wang Xuan busied himself memorizing people, with Zhou Wu occasionally explaining each family’s relations to avoid embarrassment.

If one were to venture out and encounter fellow sect members from Immortal Martial Mountain without recognizing them or knowing their branch or peak, it would be extremely awkward.

The afternoon passed like this, with He Fang’s line of nine master and disciples holding a private family banquet in the evening, simple, without complex rituals and socializing.

Master He Fang, seven disciples, and Wang Xuan’s sister-in-law, Fairy Qingfeng, this many people already marked growth and expansion.

After several rounds of toasting with Wang Xuan, and with the spirit wine getting to him, the family banquet finally concluded.

The three senior brothers are usually busy, so they might not be seen often in the future. The fourth senior sister Lin Xiyue enjoys solitude, staying on the mountain for extended periods without going out, needless to mention further.

The ones he might frequently meet could likely only be Master He Fang and the fifth senior brother Zhou Wu, as well as the sixth senior brother Chen Qingniu.

“Qi, the gifts we’ve prepared for you are left on your Black and White Mountain, remember to check them out.” The second senior brother Hou Zhaohua reminded.

As everyone dispersed, Wang Xuan followed He Fang step by step up the mountain peak, with the brilliant Milky Way above, reflecting off the rolling sea of clouds.

The fierce wind blew against their robes, He Fang sat upright on the peak, with Wang Xuan kneeling in greeting, then sitting cross-legged in front of him.

He knew, Master He Fang was going to pass on the Immortal Martial Mountain’s cultivation techniques to him, a precious legacy, especially in a top-tier sect like Immortal Martial Mountain.

Even with his mindset, he couldn’t help but feel waves in his heart.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep