Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

"Fuck! Have you heard? Baiyun Hall! Baiyun Hall is going to start recruiting students again!" A big man with a beard took a gulp of strong liquor and excitedly slammed the table at the neighboring table.

"What's wrong with Baiyun Temple? Is it very awesome?" A thin young man at the next table asked with a puzzled look on his face, holding a hard steamed bun in his hand.

"Awesome? More than awesome! It's simply awesome!" The bearded man spitted, "It is said that it is a holy land where ordinary people can practice, and it is a paradise where soul beasts and humans live in peace. Countless people yearn for it and want to join it to change their fate!"

"Is it true? Then what are you waiting for, go quickly!" The thin young man's eyes lit up when he heard it. He stood up suddenly and almost threw the steamed bun in his hand away.

Similar conversations were taking place in almost every corner of Douluo Continent. Whether in a bustling city or a remote village, the news of Baiyun Palace's enrollment swept across the continent like a hurricane, causing a huge sensation.

"Really? Have you heard? Baiyun Temple is going to recruit students in... a small village where there is no one?"

"What? This is too ridiculous. Would Baiyun Palace go to such a place?"

“Who knows? Maybe it’s just a rumor?”

At first, people found it hard to believe that Baiyun Temple chose to recruit students in a remote village, and they questioned the authenticity of the news. It was not until the notice of Baiyun Temple really appeared under the ancient banyan tree at the entrance of the village that everyone was completely dumbfounded.

There were no fancy ceremonies, no majestic elders in charge, just a few simple wooden tables, and a few Baiyun Temple disciples calmly sitting there registering their information. However, the team that came to register was like a long dragon, with no end in sight, and the spectacular scene was breathtaking.

In the team, there are young children, their eyes are full of curiosity and desire; there are staggering old people, their cloudy eyes are shining with hope; there are strong men, they are rubbing their hands, eager to try; there are even sick patients, they are leaning on crutches, supporting each other, their eyes are full of desire for life...

There are children, old people, strong men, and patients. Anyway, there are all kinds of people who want to try their luck. What if they are chosen?

"The Baiyun Hall has only two admission criteria, which are simple and straightforward: one is a kind heart, and the other is a strong will." A Baiyun Hall disciple dressed in white leaned lazily against the door and said to a group of young people who were eager to try. There was a bit of nonchalance between his brows, as if he didn't care much about the admission matter.

"What? That's it? Kind-hearted? Strong-willed?" A burly young man widened his eyes and asked in disbelief, "What's the point of doing all those fancy things without measuring soul power or looking at martial soul?" He yelled in a rough voice, his tone full of confusion, attracting the attention of people around him.

"That's right, that's right," another thin young man also echoed, "I heard that when the Black Cloud Sect recruits students, they have to test their talents and also look at their cultivation progress. Why is it that when it comes to the White Cloud Palace, it becomes such a joke?"

"Hey, kid, do you know what it means to hide your talents?" The disciple suddenly lowered his voice halfway through his words, and moved closer to the master in a mysterious manner, lowering his voice as if he was sharing some great secret.

"We in Baiyun Palace don't value those fancy things, but the character! Do you understand? Only those with pure hearts and strong wills can truly master the power and not go astray. Otherwise, with only brute force, they will sooner or later become a disaster!"

As he spoke, he shook his head as if he was telling some underworld secret. His tone and expression were very much like a storyteller in a tavern bragging about his own great achievements.

A few snickers broke out from the crowd around. Some of the applicants listened attentively, while others looked disapproving.

"Senior brother," a well-mannered young man stepped forward and asked, "May I ask how to test one's character? And how to judge it?"

The disciple glanced at him sideways, with a playful smile on his face: "Want to know? Then line up and wait patiently, and you will know when the time comes."

A group of people quickly lined up and, under the guidance of the disciples of Baiyun Temple, walked through a dense forest and came to a hidden valley behind the village. The valley was shrouded in mist, and an ancient teleportation array was looming, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

"This is the teleportation array leading to the White Cloud Realm," the White Cloud Hall disciple pointed at the teleportation array with a hint of awe in his tone, "As long as you step into it, you can reach the White Cloud Realm and have the opportunity to officially begin your cultivation journey."

Some young people could no longer contain their excitement and could not wait to step into the teleportation array to experience the legendary magical world.

"Wait," a middle-aged man couldn't help but ask, "If we leave, what will happen to the elderly and children at home?" His face was full of worry, and he was obviously worried about his wife and children at home.

The disciple of Baiyun Temple smiled and explained, "Don't worry, big brother. Baiyun Temple will take good care of your family members and arrange regular visits. You won't have to worry about anything."

After hearing this, people finally put their minds at ease. They took a deep breath and stepped into the teleportation array with a determined look. A flash of light appeared and their figures disappeared into the valley...

Baiyun Realm, Baiyun City. The sun shines through the clouds, casting a layer of golden gauze over the towering Baiyun Palace. Inside the palace, Elder Sang is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He paces back and forth, complaining: "These two brats, since they came to Baiyun Palace, I don't know where they are hiding and having fun! They talk about retreat and cultivation, but I think they are probably just sleeping!"

Sitting on a rattan chair by the window, Zhu Weng was leisurely sipping his tea. Upon hearing this, he simply put down his teacup with a smile and said, "Yun'er and Nasus have important tasks to shoulder. It's rare for them to have a few days off. Stop nagging me."

"Idle? I think they are very idle. It's us two old guys who are busy!" Old Sang sat on the stone bench angrily. "Recruiting disciples, arranging accommodation, teaching skills... We have to worry about everything, but they are just hands-off. It really makes me angry!"

"They are gifted and their practice progresses by leaps and bounds. Now is the critical moment for them to reach a higher level. We should be happy." Zhu Weng said, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"Old Sang, you have a sharp tongue but a soft heart." Zhu Weng shook his head helplessly and put down the teacup in his hand. The tea rippled in the cup, reflecting his helpless face. "You know the personalities of Yun'er and Nasus. They just go in one ear and out the other. Even if you tell them the truth, they may not take it to heart."

Elder Sang rolled his eyes at Mr. Zhu in anger and said, "If I don't tell you, are you going to keep indulging them? Let them go on making trouble and tire our two old bones to death in Baiyun Palace?"

“How can you talk like that, old man?” Zhu Weng walked up to Elder Sang and put a cup full of tea into his hands. He said earnestly, “Yun’er and Nasus are both rare cultivation prodigies that only appear once in a century. Cultivation is their top priority. As elders, we naturally have to help them solve their problems.”

He paused, a sly smile appeared on his face, and he said teasingly: "Besides, can't you delegate some chores and let those disciples handle it themselves? You are the Great Elder after all, why don't you act like a Great Elder at all."

When Mr. Sang heard this, he immediately glared at his beard and pointed at his nose and said, "Me? You want me to hand things over to those half-grown brats? No! Absolutely not!"

He shook his head like a rattle, his face full of resistance, "Those little guys are so clumsy, what can they do? Besides, what if they mess up? Then won't I have to clean up the mess?"

Zhu Weng smiled and shook his head, saying slowly: "Old Sangtou, Old Sangtou, you are just too concerned. Although those children are inexperienced, they are very smart. With a little guidance, they will definitely do well. Besides, don't you always complain about being too tired? If you let them do some things, you can relax a little, so why not?"

Old Sang hesitated for a moment. He knew that what Mr. Zhu said was right, but when he thought about handing things over to those little kids who were still wet behind the ears, he couldn't help but worry.

Seeing the hesitation on Elder Sang's face, Zhu Weng struck while the iron was hot and said, "How about this, we start with simple things, such as arranging daily training for the disciples, managing their daily lives, etc. These things are not complicated, and I believe they can do it."

Zhu Weng continued, "After they become familiar with it, we will gradually increase the difficulty and let them grow up slowly."

Elder Sang pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, let's do as you say. But let me make it clear first, if they don't do a good job, I will take back the power and do it myself!"

Seeing that Master Sang finally agreed, Master Zhu's eyes were filled with relief. He knew that although Master Sang complained, he still cared about his disciples very much in his heart.

"Okay, it's a deal then!" Zhu Weng patted Sang Lao's shoulder with a smile, "Don't worry, those little guys won't let you down."

Old Sang snorted and said nothing, but there was a barely perceptible smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.