Chapter 1430 Miscellaneous Disciple

Three days later, a transmission note flew into Ye Chunyang's cave, informing him to go to the dojo.

When he arrived, a dozen disciples had gathered on the field, waiting with feverish eyes.

These are the lucky ones who have come back from the borderland to resist the demonic tide, and are waiting to be picked up by the inner sect.

Countless envious eyes looked at them.

"They are all God's darlings. If I had known that we would also accept the mission and go to the borderland, maybe we would be able to soar into the sky and enter the inner sect to practice."

Some people are regretting their initial wavering.

If the inner sect had strengthened its determination when the mission was released and did not shrink away from fear of the demonic tide, he might be one of these dozen people now.

"Soaring into the sky? Hey, I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think. Take a closer look, how many people are going to the borderland, and how many are coming back?" A sour voice said next to him.

The disciple who was still regretful before suddenly shrank his neck.

At least hundreds of people's names appeared on the mission monument, but now only a dozen people appeared in front of them.

There are hundreds of people, and nine out of ten of them will never return.

Others also fell silent.

Ye Chunyang walked into the field calmly with his clone.

His arrival did not attract much attention, and although Xiaobao was famous among the outside world due to the widespread spread of spiritual water, not many people had actually seen him, so few people present could recognize him.

As for Shangguan Yu, Yang Zhenfeng and others, they unfortunately became the delicacies of the Yuan Devouring Beast, and no one knew his identity.

However, two eyes were vaguely watching him at this time, namely Lin Yu and Nie Xin. The two women had different looks, but they did not take the initiative to speak to him.

Ye Chunyang didn't care about this and just waited quietly.

About half a quarter of an hour later, a rainbow light flew from inside Kunlun Ruins.

In their sight, a middle-aged monk in plain clothes fell in front of them. His cultivation level was around the level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. He said: "You have successfully completed your mission, follow me into the inner gate!"

After saying a simple word, the middle-aged monk immediately flew away.

The dozen or so disciples were a little dumbfounded. Isn't this person too aggressive?

However, this did not affect their inner enthusiasm. They immediately followed the middle-aged monk and went to the interior of Kunlun Ruins to control their swords.

In the direction leading to the inner gate, Ye Chunyang had already walked with Lin Yu, and he was familiar with it. However, he and Lin Yu both pretended not to know anything and hung slowly behind the crowd.

Soon, the inner gate barrier slowly opened under a talisman from the middle-aged monk, and the fairyland and blessed land appeared in front of Ye Chunyang again.

The last time Lin Yufei and I entered through the front door, today we arrived here openly, and the secret realm of Kunlun suddenly came into view clearly.

High peaks stand among the clouds and mist, and there are exotic flowers and plants everywhere, full of spiritual energy.

Unlike the outer gate, this place does not have a dojo for disciples to practice. The various practice sites are separated among the peaks, and the nine giant peaks in the middle are particularly eye-catching. The spiritual energy is far stronger than that in ordinary peaks.

Obviously this is the Nine Peaks of the Inner Sect.

The middle-aged monk led them to a mountain peak. There were pavilions, carved railings and jade in the peak, and peach blossoms were planted everywhere. As soon as they landed, the fragrance of flowers hit their nostrils.

There were several figures standing in a stone pavilion ahead. One of them, an old man with a cultivation level similar to that of a middle-aged monk, walked out of the stone pavilion and asked: "Brother Sun, are these the outer disciples who came back from the borderland?"

"Yes, they are all here." The middle-aged monk said, "You can choose for yourself."

As he spoke, he turned back to look at Ye Chunyang and others with contemptuous expressions.

Everyone was surprised.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Brother Sun." the old man said.

Then he glanced at everyone, his face expressionless, and after a moment he pointed at two of them: "You guys, follow me."

The ones chosen by the old man were two young disciples who had reached the Daoji level, their eyes full of surprise and uncertainty.

But the old man's identity and cultivation were there, and they did not dare to violate them, so they stood behind the old man obediently.

The old man didn't say much. After a few masters of the Spiritual Transformation Realm in the pavilion cupped their hands, he took the two disciples away in the clouds without saying a word.

"You, you, you...and you, come with us too!"

Immediately afterwards, several people in the pavilion walked out one after another, giving advice and choosing among the crowd.

All the outer disciples were confused, but they didn't dare to disobey at all.

After several masters from the inner sect of the Spiritual Transformation Realm selected their people, they had no intention of staying here for a moment longer and just took the people away like the old man before.

Ye Chunyang frowned inwardly, and the cultivation aura of the avatar and the main body were restrained, only revealing the level of Dao Ji Da Da Da Da Dao.

At this moment, an old man wearing a red robe looked towards him and waved.

The meaning was obvious, let them follow him.

Ye Chunyang walked out of the crowd calmly.

Lin Yu looked at him with a somewhat anxious expression, but did not dare to say anything in front of several important people.

Ye Chunyang ignored this woman. The other party just wanted to ask him about joining Yuqing Peak. Ye Chunyang didn't pay much attention to this and left directly with the red-robed old man.

Next, Nie Xin and other outer disciples were also picked up by several masters of the Spiritual Transformation Realm and left in different directions.

No one noticed that just after everyone in the stone pavilion dispersed, a figure flashed past.

Not knowing what he discovered, the man suddenly paused and looked in the direction of the red-robed old man and Ye Chunyang with a look of surprise.

"Strange, why do those two black-robed monks look a bit like the two people that Senior Brother Zhang Wuchen asked us to keep an eye on some time ago? Are they not dead?"

The disciple narrowed his eyes and sneered secretly: "Senior Brother Zhang Wuchen seems to be very hostile to these two people. If I tell this news, there will be a reward!"

As he said this, he leaped and flashed towards a certain peak.

...

Half a minute later, the red-robed old man landed outside a courtyard with Ye Chunyang, then pushed open a door and said: "From today on, you two will do odd jobs here. You are not allowed to leave without the permission of the sect."

The old man's eyes naturally revealed contempt.

The room was full of miscellaneous things, dirty and messy, and it was a woodshed.

"Odd job disciple?"

Ye Chunyang looked strange.

After being reminded by Guan Ruoruo, he had already guessed that the situation would not be good after entering the inner gate, but this result also surprised him a little.

He was directly assigned to be an odd job disciple.

No wonder those few spiritual transformation cultivators just now looked at them as if they were random people when they selected them. They didn't even notice them.

"Humph, outer disciples have low status. You want to enter the inner sect with your own strength. It's just a daydream. Letting you do odd jobs here is already a good enough treatment for you. From now on, you should honestly fetch water, cook, and clean the gate!"

"As for the inner sect resources, don't even think about it."

The red-robed old man said disdainfully.

After saying that, he was about to leave with a wave of his sleeves.

"Wait."

Ye Chunyang suddenly said.

"Do you have any more questions?" The red-robed old man said coldly.

"No questions." Ye Chunyang smiled and shook his head, "I just think you are very courageous. People who dare to talk to me like this have always had a bad end, but you dare to be domineering in front of me."

"What did you say?" The red-robed old man was stunned.

"Kneel down!" Ye Chunyang suddenly shouted.

"Plop!"

The red-robed old man didn't understand what was going on, but suddenly felt a heavy force crushing him. His knees softened and he knelt down suddenly. The floor was also cracked by the heavy pressure.

"You?"

The red-robed old man raised his head and looked at Ye Chunyang in horror. Just as he was about to say something, a huge divine thought suddenly flooded into his mind, and then his eyes were blank, as if he had lost his soul.

Ye Chunyang put his hands behind his back and asked, "What is your name, and what is your status in the inner gate?"

"My name is Lu Zhang, and I am the deacon of Tianqing Peak." The red-robed old man said mechanically.

"So, this is Tianqing Peak?" Ye Chunyang asked.

The red-robed old man nodded woodenly.

Ye Chunyang said, "Since you are the deacon of Tianqing Peak, do you know that there is a seal of Tianxuan Mountain in the inner gate?"

The red-robed old man was stunned, his eyes were confused for a long time, and he shook his head: "I don't know."

"You don't know about this?" Ye Chunyang's face sank.

The old man in red robe still shook his head.

Ye Chunyang stared at the old man in red robe with narrowed eyes, slapped his head with his back palm, and his mind rushed to his mind.

Suddenly, all the memories of the old man in red robe appeared clearly.

Ye Chunyang frowned.

The old man in red robe named Lu Zhang did not lie. He was indeed the deacon of Tianqing Peak, but the status of the deacon was not high. Only the elders could access the real core information. Therefore, Lu Zhang obviously did not know about the curse seal of Tianxuan Mountain.

After a while of investigation, Ye Chunyang stopped the search for the gods. Although he did not get any clues about the curse seal from this person, through his memory, Ye Chunyang also roughly understood the distribution of resources in the inner gate and the strength of each peak.

Lu Zhang woke up and looked confused.

At this time, the courtyard was empty, and only the two black-robed monks were sweeping the floor with brooms.

Lu Zhang always felt that something had just happened, but he couldn't remember it. He just felt that his knees were a little numb and his head was swollen and painful.

When he looked at the two black-robed monks, he felt an inexplicable fear. He kept silent about what was on his lips and left in a hurry.

Ye Chunyang ignored him and continued to sweep the floor.

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"Didn't he come to Yuqing Peak?"

In the bamboo forest hut, Guan Ruoruo felt a little disappointed.

"No, we were taken to other places after being led to the inner gate. Fellow Daoist Ye didn't tell them that you had invited him before he left." Lin Yu shook his head, "Maybe... he had other plans."

Guan Ruoruo smiled bitterly.

"Forget it, Fellow Daoist Ye is free to choose what he wants, and we have no right to interfere." Guan Ruoruo finally sighed.

The two people talking in the room didn't know that at this time, a figure outside the bamboo forest left with a sneer.

"That Ye guy didn't die, and he came to the inner gate. That's great. This time, I want you to kneel down and offer the formula of the holy water!"

This person was Yuan Yuan. As he spoke, his figure flashed and disappeared outside the bamboo forest.