dha protected one's primordial spirit; after being absorbed, its only effect on him would be his foundation. Repairing his foundation was a must, otherwise, he wouldn't even think about forming a gold...The two companions strode toward the bluestone beach.

On the stone beach, people were startled and looked over, some with hostility in their eyes.

As they approached, the young man in green who had been napping with his eyes closed opened them and sized them up. "Are you here for the grand discipleship ceremony of our Yānmiǎo Pavilion" he asked.

"Mhm..."

Fang Ting nodded repeatedly, her eyes bright and cheerful.

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"Embodiment, as if hypnotizing myself, I silently muttered, 'I am Zhang Yue.' Then, in a hushed voice, I said: “Disciple Zhang Yue, from childhood, I have yearned for the immortal path and long admired the Smoke Mist Pavilion. Please fulfill my wish, senior.”

The Ceremony of Accepting Disciples hasn't started yet. Whether or not you can be chosen isn't up to me.

The man in green saw through the form's cultivation base and, instead of being stern, suddenly broke into a kind smile. He spoke softly, “Choose a place to recuperate your energy. In two days, we’ll see who comes out on top.”

When the avatar saw the smile on the young man in green's face, he thought he was seeing things. When did these disciples from prestigious families become so approachable Upon closer inspection, he realized that the young man in green was smiling at Fang Ting.

The two of them each found a piece of bluestone to sit on.

Others glanced at the two of them, then one by one entered meditation to conserve their energy and prepare for battle.

Upon arriving, he immediately realized that the spiritual energy on Qing Shi Tan was richer than elsewhere, making it an excellent place for cultivation. He exchanged a few telepathic messages with Fang Ting and then settled into stillness, awaiting the start of the grand ceremony.

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At the same time, Qin Sang's true body also appeared not far from the lakeside. He found a secluded spot and hid himself, secretly protecting the dharma.

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

More and more people kept arriving, the bluestones on the beach were almost completely occupied.

Among these people, there were naive boys and girls with innocent faces, as well as wandering cultivators with cold eyes that betrayed their ruthlessness. There were even those who were rebellious and defiant.

With that smoke-filled tower foundation-building cultivator watching, no one dared to act recklessly. The bluestone beach remained remarkably tranquil.

As soon as the third day dawned, just past the hour of the tiger, the mountains were still shrouded in darkness. The young man in green suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, “The time has come. The ceremony for accepting disciples begins now. Those who wish to join my Smoke Mist Pavilion, follow me.”

As soon as the young man in green finished speaking, he stood up, summoned a white bamboo pole, and leaped onto it. He flew along the lakeshore like the wind.

A commotion arose amongst the crowd, and they all scrambled to their feet and followed.

Each person's methods are different, some rely on magic weapons, while others perform escapism techniques. For a time, colorful escape lights lit up the bluestone beach, reflecting in the lake water, which was quite beautiful.

With a flick of her fingers, she summoned a bamboo blade. Fang Ting also drew her sword, and the two darted forward in haste.

The young man in green slowed his pace, leading the group around several mountains before arriving at a dock that clearly had been built by humans. The dock faced the island in the center of the lake, where several boats were moored. Behind it lay a valley shrouded in mist, appearing to be quite large.

Everyone followed the man in green to the dock, all a little curious.

With a sweep of his gaze, he finally looked towards the valley shrouded in mist.

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The mist obscured their vision, but not the celestial butterfly's. Deep within the valley lay a human town, much like a paradise hidden from the world.

Just then, three rays of light shot out from the mortal town, piercing through the mist and laughing loudly, "Junior Brother Mu has already brought the person here."

"Greetings, my three senior brothers. These friends here are all who attended the apprenticeship celebration."

A young man in green robes bowed.

Of the three, a middle-aged cultivator with a calm and composed demeanor stepped forward. His gaze swept over the crowd, revealing a satisfied expression as he nodded and said, "Hmm, there are more cultivators coming to join the sect this year than in previous years. We should be able to complete the master's assignment. Junior Brother Mu, you first protect them, and the three of us will set up the cloud bridge..."

The young man in green, hearing this, swung out a streak of green light which transformed into a luminous barrier, shielding everyone before him.

At this time, a wave of murmurs arose among the scattered cultivators.

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"What is Yunqiao I heard that before Yan Miao Ge accepted apprentices, they had three small tests, but I've never heard of a Yunqiao test."

The lone cultivator's face was full of surprise and astonishment.

There were also some itinerant cultivators chiming in, “Yeah! I attended the last disciples recruitment ceremony. Back then, it was still three small trials, how did it just change”

A gaunt and pale cultivator's eyes held a look of utter despair, his face vacant and devoid of life, as if his very essence had been drained.

The dock was a cacophony of noise.

"Silence!"

A swordsman beside the middle-aged cultivator suddenly shouted, coldly saying, "When did we say that the barriers must remain unchanged The purpose of setting up the barriers is to see your performance. If you cheat, even if you pass the barrier, you won't be able to enter my Yan Miao Pavilion. Now you can go back."

Having been scolded by Jian Xiu, everyone's faces turned pale and they dared not say anything more.

Three disciples of the Yānmǐng Pavilion conjured up three identical copper mirrors.

The bronze mirror soared high, piecing together above the pier. After a slight tremor, it shot out a beam of white light, straight towards the islet in the center of the lake. Although the two locations were far apart, the white light arrived instantly, connecting with the islet.

Then, a mist on the lake island swirled, following the white light and spreading.

Gradually, a cloud bridge connecting the two places, towering above the lake, was born. The cloud bridge was entirely composed of clouds and mist, only one zhang wide, ethereal and light as air.

Everyone couldn't help but worry, stepping on the bridge, would it directly leak

The cloud bridge is born, and the white light vanishes.

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The bronze mirror fell back into the hands of three people. They were about to speak when a figure suddenly flew out from the center of the lake island. In a flash of white, the figure appeared before them in an instant—a young man with sword-like eyebrows, star-bright eyes, and clothes as white as snow.

Seeing this person, the four cultivators of Yīnmǎi Pavilion looked solemn and immediately stepped forward to pay their respects, "Disciple greets Master Chén!"

The crowd on the shore stood dumbfounded. This young man, so young, was actually a high cultivator of the Dan Formation Stage! They all bowed respectfully and followed him nervously.

Huashan transformed, shrinking his presence and bowing his head. As soon as Master Chen appeared, he immediately caused Tianmu Die to retract its divine abilities and fall into slumber, lest it be detected.

The Heavenly Eye Butterfly completely concealed itself, its mind sinking into stillness. As it withdrew its spirit, it suddenly felt something amiss about Fang Ting beside it. She was staring intently at the Golden Core of the Yan Miao Pavilion cultivator, her face a mixture of surprise and delight.

At the sight of this, my heart moved.

The Chen surname cultivator raised his hand lightly and said calmly, “All of you, stand up. Among you, is there anyone with a Heavenly Spirit Root or Dual Spirit Root, or perhaps a special physique that aids in cultivation Step forward, and you can bypass the Yunqiao trial and enter directly.”

Actually, cultivators with three spiritual roots can basically enter the sect safely. Even if they fail to pass the test, there are very few who are rejected.

However, it is clearly not as favored as the Heavenly Spirit Root and Dual Spirit Root.

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Given this momentum, it's not impossible that he would be directly taken in as a core disciple by the Golden Core master.

Some special spirits are rarer than celestial roots. Spirits can be good or bad, and some have no effect on cultivation.

When speaking, the cultivator surnamed Chen's gaze landed on Fang Ting beside him with a twinkle in his eyes.

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