Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Huaishui Bamboo Pavilion, the seventh day of July.

Ye Qian'an stood in the pavilion, gazing at the sparkling stream, and sighed deeply, "It's the seventh day of the seventh month again, I just wonder if they are still okay?"

Unknowingly, Ye Qian'an has been here for more than half a year, and his cultivation has already broken through to the middle stage of True Immortal. If he wants to break through to the late stage, he will need a large amount of precious wine. Only in this way can he improve his strength and cultivation.

Over the past six months, he has searched many wine shops, but most of the fine wines they brewed were only a few decades old. There was no wine that was more than a hundred years old. Even if there was, it was extremely rare.

If you want it, you can only look for it within the sect, where you will have a chance to come across fine wine that is more than a thousand years old.

Ye Qian'an took off the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip with relish, and decided to go to a nearby sect to join in the fun. If there was a chance, he would go and exchange it for some fine wine.

The sect closest to this place is called Lingqing Sect. The sect’s strength is not very strong in Dongsheng Shenzhou. Even the ancestor of the sect is just a cultivator at the peak level of True Immortal.

It is said that the founder of Lingqing Sect in Dongsheng Shenzhou was acquainted with the ruler of Suzaku Kingdom. Considering the old friendship, Suzaku Kingdom chose to protect Lingqing Sect. If even immortals would not appear in the future, then Lingqing Sect could be declared to have completely disappeared from this world.

Ye Qian'an did not enter the Lingqing Sect in a swaggering manner, but chose to hide his identity to avoid making too much of a fuss and attracting the pursuit of the powerful people of the Suzaku Kingdom.

Today is the day when Lingqing Sect is recruiting disciples. Many ordinary mortals have gathered in the sect to take part in the test. Becoming a cultivator is their dream.

Therefore, when the news that Lingqing Sect was recruiting disciples spread, young people from thousands of miles away also came, just to become disciples of Lingqing Sect.

It's just that the requirements for accepting disciples in Lingqing Sect are extremely strange. Unlike other sects that emphasize talent and spiritual roots, this sect emphasizes a kind of fate when accepting disciples.

This has resulted in the Lingqing Sect not having a decent disciple for many years, and this may be due to the general rules.

In this way, the ceremony of accepting disciples every ten years actually only accepts dozens of people at most, which is insignificant compared to the thousands of people who flock out every time.

The Lingqing Sect's great reputation and the fact that it accepted so few disciples ultimately led to the fact that almost all independent cultivators dreamed of becoming disciples of the Lingqing Sect.

At the top of the mountain range, there are rows of palaces and pavilions with carved railings and jade bricks, full of fairy style. This is the mountain gate of Lingqing Sect. In fact, this exposed corner is just a part of Lingqing Sect.

More carvings on the attics were all hidden by magical powers, and from a distance, there was nothing else except lush green trees and shady blue waves.

Three huge green characters, like a string of lanterns hanging high in the air, were controlled by some magical power and floated motionlessly in the void above the carved building.

These three words are "Lingqing Sect"

Ye Qian'an, wearing ordinary white clothes, stepped onto the stairs leading to the top of the mountain. On both sides were young men and women who came to take the test. However, they were a little excited and even their bodies couldn't stop shaking.

Most of these young people have their own realms, the strongest of them have reached the Nascent Soul realm, and the weakest have already practiced Qi. Ye Qian'an also hid his cultivation in the early stage of Qi practice. Unless a strong man in the Golden Immortal realm appeared, no one could see through his realm.

To be precise, this is Ye Qian'an's clone, and his original body is still in the Huaishui Bamboo Pavilion. This is to have some protection to avoid any accidents here so that he can take care of his original body.

Dozens of Lingqing Sect disciples wearing white Taoist robes stood around the platform. Their faces showed indifference and a hint of arrogance. After all, they were already members of the Lingqing Sect, and their status was naturally higher than those who wanted to become disciples.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in white clothes with three white cranes embroidered on his sleeves slowly floated down from the Qingling Sect. He was in mid-air, looking down at everyone, and said in a low voice: "To join our Lingqing Sect, you will be demoted by ten ranks. If you don't want to, leave now."

After waiting for a while, the middle-aged man waved his right hand, and a pushing force suddenly came from the stone platform. Immediately, the disciples who wanted to become his disciples were pushed out a few steps, revealing a huge empty space of more than ten feet on the stone platform.

At the same time, the ground beneath him began to tremble violently, and a special stone quietly appeared here. The stone was azure blue, but the surface was a bit rough, and there was a liquid similar to spring water flowing inside it.

"Everyone, no matter what method you use, as long as you can feel what kind of substance is inside this stone record, then you will pass this level. The time is twelve hours!"

The middle-aged man's voice came slowly at this time. After he finished speaking, he flashed and landed aside. He stood quietly and looked at the azure stone.

Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes. Although he didn't know what this thing was, it was interesting to recruit disciples in this way.

As his gaze stayed on it, the stone in front of him suddenly flashed with a golden light that only he could see. The light was so dazzling, like the sun, that he subconsciously wanted to cover it with his hands.

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at Ye Qian'an who was covering his face. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and thought to himself, "Could it be that he saw something?"

The others also squinted their eyes, imitating Ye Qian'an, and tried to look at the mystery inside the crystal. However, many people still couldn't find out what was inside. It just felt pitch black, and apart from the liquid, there was nothing useful.

When Ye Qian'an opened his eyes again, it was already the end of twelve hours. At this time, most of the people who came to test from both sides could not see what was going on and could only leave in disappointment.

From what I could see, I could only tell a few things about what was going on inside, but they were all different and not long at all.

The middle-aged man shook his head in disappointment, turned sideways, looked at the man next to him and said, "If he can pass, he will become your disciple. If not, Junior Brother, you can come back to accept a disciple in thirty years."

After saying that, the middle-aged man took the disciple he had chosen and left, leaving the place, leaving the man who was only at the Return to Void Realm standing there, shaking his head helplessly.

I don’t think Ye Qian’an can see through the secret. After all, he is too weak…

(End of this chapter)