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Ch. 8



Chapter 8: The Grand Ceremony of Accepting Disciples

“Mysterious Mechanism Peak?”

Xu Zhengyang heard the harsh tone in Xing Yong’s voice and asked, “What’s wrong with Mysterious Mechanism Peak?”

Upon hearing this, Xing Yong dropped his polite demeanor and said directly, “Our True Essence Sect (Gui Zhen Sect) has three main lineages: Divine Mechanism Peak (Shenji), Mysterious Mechanism Peak, and Spirit Mechanism Peak. The chief elder of Mysterious Mechanism Peak, Elder Chen Qiang, has always been at odds with our Master. A while ago, Elder Chen went traveling and took on a promising disciple with a Single‑Water Heavenly Spiritual Root.

Because of this, when Master prepared half a month ago and reported to the Sect Leader that he would hold a grand ceremony tomorrow to accept you as his disciple, Elder Chen just happened to be present. He insisted on scheduling his own disciple ceremony on the same day, calling it a “double‑celebration.””

After hearing Xing Yong’s explanation, Xu Zhengyang thoughtfully said, “Senior Brother, from what you’re saying… At tomorrow’s ceremony, Elder Chen might undermine me to embarrass Master, right?”

“Certainly.”

Xing Yong nodded, then added, “But Elder Chen still cares about face—he won’t come himself. However, I don’t know what’s so extraordinary about his precious disciple that he’s so confident.”

Xu Zhengyang waved dismissively and said confidently, “If Yang Hong has just entered the Sect and his cultivation hasn’t surpassed Qi Refining Third Level, and without using external aids, with the Techniques I’ve mastered, he definitely won’t be able to beat me!”

With a Technique Manager in hand, Xu Zhengyang had already mastered nearly all Tier 1 Five‑Element Techniques, giving him full confidence!

“That’s right—and don’t forget whose junior brother you are!”

Xing Yong said proudly, “Master told me: in only one month, you learned all the Tier 1 Techniques recorded in the Divine Mechanism Talisman Guide! Such comprehension—Yang Hong isn’t even half as good at flattery! At tomorrow’s ceremony, if that kid plays by the rules, fine. But if he provokes you, junior brother, don’t hold back—teach him a harsh lesson. I’ll back you up!”

“Thank you, Senior Brother.” Xu Zhengyang replied.

“Haha, no problem!”

Xing Yong waved his hand and continued, “Though we cultivators don’t care much about mundane formalities, the disciple‑acceptance ceremony is a solemn ritual. You should pay attention to some etiquette. Master asked me to come by, not only to bring clothes for you but also to explain the ceremony’s proceedings in advance—so you won’t be at a loss tomorrow or make a fool of yourself.”

“That would be great, Senior Brother.”

Xu Zhengyang said as he poured a cup of fine tea for Xing Yong and sat quietly to listen.

“Oh, junior brother, don’t be so polite—what’s troublesome about this? We’re fellow disciples, after all.”

As he spoke, Xing Yong sipped his tea and explained the ceremony’s flow and etiquette in detail…

*

The True Essence Sect was located within the Yunxiu Mountains.

Inside its domain stood three peaks—Divine Mechanism, Mysterious Mechanism, and Spirit Mechanism—each containing a Tier 1 spiritual vein.

Moreover, there was a fourth peak—Celestial Mechanism Peak—which housed a Tier 2 spiritual vein.

Celestial Mechanism Peak soared tens of thousands of renzhongs high, piercing the clouds.

It was the place where the Sect Leader and the Elders retreated for seclusion.

At the mountaintop was the Founders’ Hall, built atop a huge terrace halfway up the peak.

On ordinary days, Celestial Mechanism Peak was strictly off‑limits.

Without permission, no one could enter; violators faced immediate execution.

But today, because both Divine Mechanism and Mysterious Mechanism Peaks were holding disciple‑acceptance ceremonies, Celestial Mechanism Peak was temporarily opened.

Many Sect Elders and disciples, from both inner and outer ranks, came to watch at the Founders’ Hall—it was exceptionally lively.

For those disciples, just inhaling the qi from the Tier 2 spiritual vein atop Celestial Mechanism Peak was worth several days of arduous cultivation!

*

BONG! BONG! BONG!

Just at noon, the gigantic bell—over ten feet tall—inside the Founders’ Hall was struck.

Its clear tones swiftly reverberated throughout the Yunxiu Mountains!

Following that, a middle‑aged man in splendid robes stepped out of the hall.

Following behind Pei Zhen was a bald body cultivator, standing nine feet tall with knotted muscles.

That body cultivator was none other than Chen Qiang, the chief elder of Mysterious Technique Peak!

Behind Pei Zhen and Chen Qiang stood Xu Zhengyang and another young man carrying a long sword—Yang Hong.

Previously, Xu Zhengyang and Yang Hong had knelt and bowed inside the hall, officially becoming disciples of the True Essence Sect!

Cultivators didn’t have as many formalities as the mundane world does. So Sect Leader Master Xuan Yin, smiling happily, addressed Pei Zhen and Chen Qiang, “Congratulations, two junior brothers, on gaining excellent disciples. Have you prepared gifts to greet your treasured apprentices?”

“Of course.”

Pei Zhen smiled and produced a pale‑cyan gourd from his robe, and said to Xu Zhengyang, “Ah Zheng, this is a treasure I specially forged for you recently—the Jade Gourd Talisman! Apart from having ten‑zhang-diameter storage space, it can also store your excess spiritual energy for future use!”

A storage talisman! And one that doubles as a power‑bank for spiritual energy!

As a deep hoarder, Xu Zhengyang had envied Pei Zhen’s and Xing Yong’s storage bags a month ago, really wanting one himself.

Hearing the wonders of the Jade Gourd, his face brimmed with excitement.

He immediately knelt before Pei Zhen, clasping the gourd with both hands. “Thank you, Master, for this gift!”

“Hmm.”

Pei Zhen stroked his beard and, after handing the gourd to Xu Zhengyang, said, “Now that matters are settled, drip a bit of your blood onto the gourd, and then use spiritual energy to nurture it overnight. After that, it will officially be yours.”

Xu Zhengyang hung the Jade Gourd from his waist and cupped his hands. “Yes, Master!”

At that moment, Chen Qiang beside Pei Zhen sneered mockingly,

“Hmph, a shabby storage gourd, and you treat it as a treasure to give your disciple? Isn’t that embarrassing enough?”

As he spoke, Chen Qiang took a long sword from his storage pouch, its blade engraved with seven stars and emitting faint starlight.

Then he glanced triumphantly at Pei Zhen, and to Yang Hong said, “This is the Seven‑Star Techniquebreaking Sword. At best, it can sever the Techniques cast by Foundation‑Establishment cultivators. It’s perfectly suited to our Body Cultivators. Accept it.”

Yang Hong took the Seven‑Star Sword, gleefully swung it twice, then said, “Thank you, Master, for this gift!”

“Hmm.”

Chen Qiang nodded to Yang Hong, then gave a provocative look at Pei Zhen, before turning away.

According to tradition, the disciple‑acceptance ceremony would have officially ended here.

But at this moment, Yang Hong suddenly turned to Xu Zhengyang and said, “Before joining the sect, I’d heard that junior brother Xu is exceptionally talented, a once‑in‑a‑century prodigy. I, Yang Hong, though not talented, would like to receive instruction from junior brother and see if your reputation lives up to the praise!”


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