The Love of Passerby A

Everyone looked at the newcomer.

The one who came was a young man with a cynical smile on his face. His clothes were not the plain clothes that the elders usually wore, but a red robe with gold patterns, which looked particularly gorgeous.

In the eyes of many people, Liuyue Sect is the place where the supreme immortals have achieved great success.

Most of the cultivators here also use plain colors as the main element of their clothing, and their faces are full of indifference. However, although this man came from the main peak, he seems to be out of tune with the Liuyue Sect's style of doing things.

"Greetings, Grand Elder." The sect leader came to his senses first, then bowed to the visitor.

The man just waved his hand and said, "I practice the Way of Freedom, which emphasizes following one's heart in everything and not caring about these cumbersome formalities. Now that you have become the sect leader, you should behave like a sect leader and stop bowing to everyone you meet."

"Yes, I will follow my uncle's teachings." After saying this, the sect leader straightened up.

"Tell me! What are you doing with such a big scene?" said the Supreme Elder while looking at the disciples below.

The leader of Liuyue Sect explained: "Today is the biennial selection of inner disciples. These people are outer disciples. They have been studying in the outer sect for two years. Today is their assessment."

"Two years? Ha!" The Grand Elder sneered, "Qing Xuanzi, are you guys too idle? The selection is only once every two years! Don't you all think that you have extraordinary talents and don't need time to practice?

When your master was here, outer disciples were recruited every ten years, and inner disciples were selected every fifty years. How come it has changed to this in your place?"

"Uncle Master, you don't know." Qing Xuanzi explained, "Ten or fifty years is too long for selection, and often good seedlings are missed. Some people don't even know they have spiritual roots, and they waste half their lives.

So I think it’s always good to give mortals as many opportunities as possible.”

The Grand Elder heard his words and smiled: "Qing Xuanzi, I was the one who took you on your first day in the sect. Do you remember what I taught you in the first lesson?"

Qing Xuanzi was slightly stunned and said nothing.

The Supreme Elder continued, "A cultivator fights against heaven and fate. Talent is important, but opportunity is more important. If a person dies early before he discovers that he has spiritual roots, it means that he does not have enough opportunity.

Why does your master set a time limit of ten or fifty years? It is because the superiors are merciful and want to leave a glimmer of hope for everything.

But if you interfere too much, you will cause unnecessary consequences. The deeper the consequences, the more severe the backlash will be when you overcome the tribulation in the future."

Qing Xuanzi didn't say anything.

The Grand Elder spoke again, "These people came today, so they should be selected and admitted to the inner sect. But from today on, Liuyue Sect's outer disciples will be recruited every ten years, and inner disciples will be recruited every fifty years. Do you hear me?"

"Yes." Qing Xuanzi bowed to the Grand Elder, then turned back to the people below, "The selection of inner disciples will continue."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to start.

"Well, now that I'm here, I'll choose a disciple!" Seeing that no one was reacting, the Supreme Elder spoke first, "You, that is, you, the female disciple standing outside the team. From today on, you are my personal disciple."

The Grand Elder pointed at Su Xiangran who was standing in the middle of the field and said casually.

At this moment, everyone was stunned by the miraculous operation of the Supreme Elder.

Even Su Xiangran stood there with a confused look on her face, not knowing how to respond.

It was the Sect Master Qing Xuanzi who came to his senses first. He immediately advised: "Uncle Master, this disciple has only three spiritual roots. If you want to accept a disciple, you can choose from the inner sect or the outer sect. Forget this one!"

The Grand Elder was somewhat displeased by Qing Xuanzi's words: "What's wrong, are you questioning my judgment, or are you looking down on your junior sister?"

Qing Xuanzi was speechless. How come he already had a little junior sister without even any ceremony of becoming a disciple? His uncle was really being too reckless.

The Supreme Elder didn't care about his mood and he gently waved his sleeves towards Su Xiangran.

The style and color of Su Xiangran's original off-white outer disciple uniform changed.

She was wearing a warm orange dress, and the accessories and style were more gorgeous and delicate than before.

"Not bad, not bad, you are worthy of being someone I value. You will look much better without this mourning dress." The Supreme Elder looked at Su Xiangran with satisfaction, "Qing Xuanzi, look at this good person, but you all have to wear white, which is boring and ugly.

Look at my apprentice's outfit, how handsome it is."

Qing Xuanzi wanted to argue with his uncle-master for a few more words, but when he thought of his uncle's usual tyranny, he shut up. Not only that, he took out a bottle of pills from his space ring and handed it to Su Xiangran.

"Junior sister! This is the foundation-building pill that my senior brother gave you. Keep it. When you arrive at my uncle's cave, you can go into seclusion and advance." Qing Xuanzi said generously.

He actually didn't want to be too generous, but seeing that his uncle's robes had already been worn by others, there was probably no room for conversion.

According to his uncle's temperament, he would immediately ask for a gift for this little sister. Qing Xuanzi took the initiative, and if he was a step slower, he didn't know what his uncle would ask him to do.