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

The annual enrollment ceremony arrived as scheduled. The morning light shone through the clouds, casting mottled shadows on the square in front of Baiyun Hall. The square was already crowded with people, young men and women from all over the place, shoulder to shoulder, their eyes burning, looking forward to passing the assessment and becoming a member of Baiyun Hall.

The disciples of Baiyun Hall who were in charge of recruiting students had already taken their seats. The desks in front of them were lined up in a row, covered with snow-white silk cloth, and neatly placed pens, inkstones, and paper. The air was filled with the faint scent of ink, mixed with the scent of morning dew, which was refreshing.

"Young brother, come and register first." A disciple in white clothes greeted him with a smile, showing his white teeth. His name is Yun Fei, and he is the leader among the younger generation of disciples in Baiyun Hall. He is gentle and well-loved by his fellow disciples.

"Yes, thank you, Senior Brother." The boy replied a little stiffly. His name is Lin Feng, and he comes from a small village. He came all the way here, his eyes full of expectation and anxiety.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, suppressed his pounding heart, picked up the brush, and wrote his name and hometown in the registration book. After writing, he handed the registration book to Yun Fei nervously: "Brother, is it true that Baiyun Temple does not value background and talent as rumored?"

Yun Fei took the registration book, looked at Lin Feng's information carefully, and smiled gently: "Of course, our Baiyun Temple is different from other sects. We pay more attention to character and perseverance. As long as you have good intentions and a firm will, you can succeed through hard work even if you don't have extraordinary talent."

Hearing Yun Fei's words, Lin Feng's tense shoulders relaxed, and hope shone in his eyes: "I have dreamed of becoming a powerful soul master like you brothers since I was a child. I will definitely work hard to cultivate and live up to Baiyun Palace!"

Yun Fei nodded approvingly: "I believe in you, keep going!"

Behind Lin Feng, a burly young man was asking questions in a loud voice, attracting the attention of people around him. This young man was called Zhang Hu, and he came from a remote mountain village. He was strong and had been wielding swords and sticks since he was a child. He heard that the disciples of Baiyun Hall could fight against hundreds of people alone, so he came all the way to learn from them.

"Big brother, I'm here to become your disciple! I heard that the Baiyun Palace has unpredictable spiritual power, is that true or not?" Zhang Hu asked in a muffled voice, his voice so loud that it made the ears of those around him numb.

Next to Zhang Hu, an old man stroked his gray beard and smiled and said, "Little brother, you don't know that Baiyun Temple is different from other forces. We value character and will. Only with a pure character and a firm will can you resist the temptations on the road of cultivation and eventually succeed."

Zhang Hu scratched his head and smiled naively, "I don't have anything else, but I'm strong and determined, and I never complain of being tired when I work in the fields."

The old man laughed loudly: "Good! Very good! You have great ambition! I believe you can pass the test and become an outstanding disciple of Baiyun Palace."

Zhang Hu looked at the kind old man and asked tentatively, "Old man, are you the manager of the Baiyun Temple?"

"No, I am also a disciple of Baiyun Palace, an ordinary outer disciple. My name is Zhao Zhiqiang, you can just call me Brother Zhao. I'm just a farmer, and I was accepted in last year!" Zhao Zhiqiang waved his hand and explained.

"Brother Zhao, you look... around fifty years old, right?" Zhang Hu asked in surprise.

"No, I just turned sixty this year, and I just had a grandson last year!" Zhao Zhiqiang said this with pride on his face, "I know what you want to ask. Baiyun Palace is really different from other forces! We really only look at character and will. Age, martial arts talent and other things are not within the scope of assessment. You will know when the time comes."

At the end of the team, a thin figure was almost submerged. This boy was called Li Hao. Years of illness made him shorter than his peers, and he was as thin as a sapling that could fall in the wind at any time.

He could only watch the high-spirited young men from afar, with desire in his eyes, but also with inferiority. He knew that with his own body, it was almost a pipe dream to want to enter the White Cloud Palace. But even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he wanted to try, after all, this was his only chance.

"I... my name is Li Hao..." When he walked to the registration office, his voice was as soft as a mosquito, and he lowered his head, almost not daring to look at the senior brother in charge of registration.

"Li Hao?" Senior Brother Chen Mo's voice was as gentle as ever, with encouragement, "Don't be nervous, relax. Baiyun Hall doesn't just test your physique, it also values ​​your character. Believe in yourself, you will succeed."

Li Hao raised his head suddenly and met a pair of warm eyes. The cowardice in his heart seemed to be dispelled a little.

"That young man named Li Hao, although he is thin, has an unusual firmness in his eyes. I think he has great potential." Old Sang said to Zhu Weng next to him.

Zhu Weng agreed, "Well, he's a good candidate, but I'm more optimistic about the boy named Zhang Hu. He looks honest and simple, and he's a stable guy."

"It's already so late, why hasn't Yun'er arrived yet! The enrollment ceremony is about to begin, can he preside over it?" Old Sang said, frowning as he looked towards the direction of the Secret Realm of Time.

"You just love to worry, but he still has us two old guys to support him. Don't worry!" Mr. Zhu smiled and shook his head, comforting Mr. Sang.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the sun had already risen to the zenith. The young men who came to become his disciples had formed a long queue, but there was still no sign of the White Cloud Hall Master. Some of the young men began to get restless and whispered to each other.

"Why hasn't it started yet? Is the Palace Master not coming?"

"That's right, it's already this late and we're still hungry!"

Seeing this, Zhao Zhiqiang shouted loudly: "Everyone, be quiet! The Lord of Baiyun Palace has always been elusive. He will definitely come today. Everyone just wait patiently!"

As soon as Zhao Zhiqiang finished speaking, an invisible pressure descended from the sky, as if the entire sky was pressing down. The teenagers in the square suddenly felt difficulty breathing, and some of those with low cultivation even knelt directly on the ground. There was a cry of surprise in the crowd, and everyone looked up at the sky in horror.

"What's going on? Is it an enemy attack?" Old Sang's face changed, and a gleam of light flashed in his turbid eyes.

“No, this aura…” Zhu Weng looked solemn, his eyes fixed on the center of the square. There, the space began to distort, and a tall figure slowly emerged.

He was a giant over two meters tall, his body as majestic as a mountain, and explosive power hidden under his bronze skin.

He was wearing armor, with thick short golden hair standing up like steel needles. His face was resolute, his eyes were like hawks, and he exuded an air of looking down on the world. The most eye-catching thing was the huge battle axe on his back, the axe blade flashed with cold light, as if it could split mountains.

"It's Deputy Palace Master Nasus!" Someone in the crowd shouted, immediately causing a bigger commotion.

"It's really the deputy hall master! He...he has broken through to the Titled Douluo?!" Some disciples of Baiyun Hall recognized the man and exclaimed in surprise.

Nasus swept his eyes across the entire venue, and an invisible pressure instantly swept across the entire square. Everyone was terrified under this pressure, as if they were facing a prehistoric beast, and they didn't even dare to make a sound.

"So strong! Is this the pressure of a Titled Douluo? Too terrifying!"

"Deputy Palace Master Nasus is not even sixteen years old this year, right? He is already a Titled Douluo. This is simply..."

Everyone was talking about it, and their eyes were full of awe and admiration towards Nasus.

At this moment, the sky changed strangely again.

A cloud suddenly appeared in the originally cloudless sky. The cloud was pure white, like the finest white jade, emitting a soft glow. The cloud slowly floated and finally stopped over the square, blocking out the sun.

A figure gradually became clear in the clouds.

It was a young man in white clothes, with a slender figure and a handsome face, as if he had walked out of a painting. His black hair was as black as ink, casually draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were as deep as stars, as if he could see through everything in the world.

He just stood there quietly, but gave people a mysterious and sacred feeling, not like an ordinary person, but as if a god had descended to the earth.

"It's the Palace Master! The Palace Master is back!" A deafening cheer broke out in the crowd, and all the disciples of Baiyun Palace knelt on the ground excitedly, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

Bai Yun looked down at the people below, with a slight smile on his face. He didn't say anything, but slowly raised his right hand and pointed to the sky.

As he moved, countless rays of colorful light suddenly appeared in the originally clear sky, which intertwined to form a series of gorgeous rainbows. The rainbows extended from the sky to the foot of the white clouds, like invisible stairs.

The white clouds stepped on the rainbow, step by step, slowly walking down the sky.

With every step you take, flowers will bloom under your feet, white birds will circle around you in the sky, auspicious clouds will roll, and strange phenomena will continue.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, staring intently at the god who seemed to have descended from the sky, their hearts filled with awe and worship.

Elder Sang and Mr. Zhu looked at each other, both of them were full of smiles. Elder Sang stroked his gray beard, shook his head and sighed: "These two boys, how old are they, why do they still like to do this kind of pomp and circumstance, really..."

Zhu Weng nodded in agreement and continued, "That's right, they have already..."

At this point, Zhu Weng's voice stopped abruptly. He seemed to suddenly think of something, his face changed abruptly, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Zhu Weng's look, Old Sang asked with some confusion.

Zhu Weng did not answer. He just stared blankly at the two figures in the sky and muttered to himself, "Fifteen years old...fifteen years old..."

Mr. Sang was even more confused and asked, "What do you mean fifteen years old?"

“Three years ago, when Baiyun and Nasus became my disciples, they were only twelve years old…” Zhu Weng’s voice trembled, his tone full of disbelief and shock. “Now, they are only fifteen years old…”

The fifteen-year-old Titled Douluo, the fifteen-year-old Lord of the White Cloud Realm!

Such talent and such achievement are simply unheard of and unseen!

Both Zhu Weng and Sang Lao were deeply shocked. They were old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years and had seen all kinds of storms and waves, but today's scene still made them feel deeply shocked and incredible.

"Hahaha, these two little guys really gave us a big surprise!" After a moment, Mr. Sang suddenly laughed out loud, his laughter full of relief and pride.

Zhu Weng also came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and said with a gleam in his eyes: "Yes, these two little guys will become great in the future! We, the elders, can't fall too far behind!"

After saying that, the two of them smiled at each other, and their figures flashed, turning into two streams of light, flying onto the platform, and standing steadily behind Baiyun and Nasus.

Waves of aura as vast as the ocean emanated from the two people, sweeping across the entire square.

Feeling these two auras, everyone's faces changed again, and their eyes were filled with horror.

"Ultimate Douluo! There are actually two Ultimate Douluo!"

"Oh my god! There are actually two Ultimate Douluos in Baiyun Palace! This..."

"Too strong! The strength of Baiyun Palace is simply unfathomable!"

Under the awed gazes of the crowd, Elder Sang and Elder Zhu shouted in unison: "Welcome back, Palace Master and Deputy Palace Master!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the Baiyun City!

Bai Yun was filled with astonishment. He had not expected that Elder Sang and Elder Zhu would make such a decision. In this occasion where thousands of people were paying attention, as a junior, he could not stop the two elders from paying such a great tribute to him.

Taking a deep breath, Bai Yun suppressed the turmoil in his heart and slowly swept his eyes across the entire venue. An invisible pressure spread out and the originally noisy square instantly became silent, so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

"Today, Baiyun Hall is recruiting disciples!" Baiyun's voice was like a loud bell, clearly reaching everyone's ears, "No matter the martial soul, no matter the soul power, no matter the talent, no matter the cultivation, no matter the background, no matter the age. Only the character and will are considered!"

His eyes were sharp, his tone was firm, and every word he said revealed unquestionable majesty.

"There are three levels of heart and character, and one level of will. Anyone who passes four levels will enter the inner sect to practice, those who pass three levels can enter the outer sect to practice, and those who pass two levels can become menial disciples of the White Cloud Hall."

As soon as the words fell, the square exploded. Such admission conditions were unheard of!

The crowd began to stir, many people looked happy, but more people were confused.

"You don't ask anything? Then how do you select disciples?"

"Could it be that the White Cloud Palace is only looking at character rather than aptitude when recruiting disciples this time?"

"Isn't this incredible?"

What is Baiyun Palace going to do?

Aren’t they afraid of recruiting a bunch of trash?

Everyone's hearts were filled with doubts and confusion.

However, Bai Yun turned a deaf ear to these discussions.