More than half an hour later, Zhao Di arrived at the top of Xiuyun Peak with the crowd.

  The first thing that caught his eye was a white jade archway about 30-40 meters high, with the three large characters "Wanghu Tai" written in a flying dragon and dancing phoenix style.

  After passing through the archway, I came to a huge platform with an area of over 1,000 square meters. The platform was paved with bluestones of the same size, about one zhang (a unit of length) in length and width, very neat.

  Due to the very fine weather, the view is also very broad. Standing on the platform and looking down at the mountain, you can see the ink-black Black Water Lake. However, most of the field of vision is still a vast expanse of cloud and mist, covering up the nearby mountain scenery.

  At the northern end of the bluestone platform, there is a dilapidated stone pavilion with a square shape, about 6-7 meters high, and more than 10 meters long and wide. The top of the stone pavilion and the four stone pillars all have some vines climbing on them, making the entire stone pavilion full of an indescribable ancient charm.

  However, the beautiful scenery of this stone pavilion and Wanghu Pavilion was not what attracted these Qi Refining stage cultivators. The vast majority of them focused their attention on the six or seven white-robed cultivators inside the stone pavilion. These people were dressed uniformly, and their cultivation levels were all at the early stages of foundation building or higher. The three people who had flown down from the mountain earlier were among them.

  It seems that these six or seven seniors of the foundation-building period are in charge of recruiting new disciples for Tai Xu Men this time. Thinking that their fate is about to be decided by these few seniors, most of the cultivators became serious and tense.

  After a while, all the cultivators had arrived at Wanghu Pavilion. On the huge platform, there were about 400 to 500 Qi Refining stage cultivators scattered around. Some people were gazing into the distance, some were waiting quietly with their heads down, and there were also small groups of two or three cultivators whispering to each other. The lowest cultivation among these people was at least at the eighth layer of the Qi Refining stage, while the highest had reached as high as the twelfth layer. However, the majority of the cultivators were still below the tenth layer.

  The Leng surnames Foundation Building period cultivator, who had been motionless for a long time, suddenly withdrew his gaze from afar and slowly swept it over each of the Qi Refining period cultivators on stage.

  These monks all felt each others icy gaze, and in an instant, the entire platform fell silent.

  Leng Xing Shi took two steps forward, his voice colder than his gaze: "Today is the third day that our Tai Xu Men accepts new disciples. If there are any unrelated people present, you may leave now."

  After a brief pause, seeing that the crowd on the platform didnt move at all, he continued to say: "Since everyone is here to sign up for our Tai Xu Men, then listen carefully to what Leng Mou has to say, because every sentence I utter directly affects whether or not you can enter our sect."

  Including Zhao Di, several hundred Qi Refining stage cultivators were all listening with bated breath.

  "All cultivators with Spiritual Roots of Heaven, Spirit, or Double Spirit, as well as those with special spiritual bodies or innate talents, come stand here." The cultivator surnamed Leng said, pointing to an empty space beside the stone pavilion.

  A commotion arose on the stone platform, and after a moment, five cultivators walked out of the crowd under the envious gazes of the people and stood at the edge of the stone pavilion.

  "Very well," said Cold Surname Shixiong, nodding his head at the five of them. "You few follow this Tu Shi Shibo to Hanyang Peak. As long as you confirm your spiritual root qualifications and all, you will directly become inner sect disciples of our sect."

  After finishing speaking, a square-faced monk walked out from among the seven or eight foundation-building monks. He was obviously the "Master Tu" that Leng surname monk had mentioned earlier.

  Tu Shi Shu threw out a wooden boat-shaped magic tool, which grew with the wind and became a 7-8 meter long wooden boat in just a few breaths. Tu Xing, the cultivator, lightly jumped onto the wooden boat and said to those few cultivators: "Come on up!"

  The five monks hastily jumped onto the wooden boat, and as soon as they stood up straight, Master Guo operated the wooden boat to draw a green light, flying eastward.

  Most of the cultivators under the stage were sending off the five people with hot and jealous eyes, and Lengs words were clear: as long as these five people verified their spiritual roots and talents, they could become the core disciples of Tai Xu Men, the first-rate sect of Jin Yan Country, without any other assessment. How could such a good thing not make people envious!

  "After the departure of Master Gou, Master Leng continued: Next, all cultivators under the age of thirty who have practiced their basic skills to level eleven or above, please come here."

  Immediately, two or three people walked out with their heads held high, and then more than twenty monks came out, including Zhao Di.

  At this time, the eyes of the monks on stage were much more complicated, some were envious, some were jealous, and some had a disdainful expression. Some families would use large amounts of spiritual elixirs to forcibly enhance their junior monks cultivation in order to enter the Tai Xu Men sect, although the monks cultivation level increased, but afterwards it became even harder for them to make progress in their practice, as soon as the supply of spiritual medicine was cut off, they almost couldnt make any further progress.

  It was clear that Zhao Di and others were regarded as this type, and the eyes looking at them were mostly accompanied by a few threads of contempt.

  Zhao Di Ke simply ignored all of this, he kept his head down, eyes looking at the tip of his nose, and his nose looking at his heart, with an extremely honest appearance.

  Leng surname Shushi assigned a middle-aged female cultivator with the surname Chen to take these twenty or so people to Hanyang Peak. He said, "At Hanyang Peak, there will be a special Master who will inspect your root bones and age, as well as your cultivation level. If it is genuine, you can become an outer disciple of our sect."

  The female Taoist with the surname Chen took out a jade ruler, which expanded to over two meters wide and thirty meters long under her frantic spiritual energy. This time, without waiting for Chens order, more than twenty Taoists, including Zhao Di, stood on the jade ruler. After the middle-aged woman also jumped onto the jade ruler, it slowly flew towards Hanyang Peak.

  A cold voice came from below the jade ruler: "As for you people, we will conduct a one-on-one assessment separately. If qualified, there is also an opportunity to become an outer disciple of our sect..."

  Its probably because this jade ruler is different from the wooden boat of the previous Xiu surname repairman, and its not a specialized flight instrument, so the speed is slightly slower, but its still relatively stable. This is a good thing for Zhao Di, who is flying with an instrument for the first time.

  At this moment, he was standing carefully in the middle of the jade ruler, with the sound of the wind whistling past his body on both sides. Although a little scared, he couldnt help but look down, and saw a lush green landscape, with large and small white clouds scattered among them, several giant waterfalls flowing straight down from the high mountains, and in the distance, several mountain peaks were hiding various buildings, and many monks were stepping on colorful spiritual lights, flying back and forth between the peaks, a busy scene. This is what they call "a sight to behold", this kind of scenery that can only exist in imagination, just looking at it for a moment, made Zhao Dis mood much better, he quickly forgot about his tension and fear, and was only concerned with taking in the beautiful scenery of this fairyland.

  Unfortunately, in less than half an hour, Yujin led the crowd to the front of Hanyang Peak. This is the highest peak in the Kuanglu Mountain Range, and from halfway up the mountain, it was shrouded in thick clouds. Below the waist of the mountain, however, there were more than a hundred large temples and pavilions, making it the most densely built area among the peaks.

  Jade stopped in front of a large hall over 100 meters high, Zhao Di looked up and saw the three big characters "Wen Shi Tang" on the plaque above the gate. The words seemed ordinary, but they had an inexplicable mysterious meaning. When Zhao Di looked closely, he felt his eyes getting dizzy, as if these few characters came to life, transformed into several human shadows, shaking like immortals fighting each other.

  "Hmm!" A cold hum came from the ear, and Zhao Di suddenly woke up from his dream and quickly shifted his gaze away from these few words, only to find that several people were also attracted by these few words and couldnt help but stare.

  A middle-aged woman said loudly: "These few words were written by a great god of our sect hundreds of years ago, containing a hint of magical power. Most foundation-building cultivators who see these characters for the first time will be attracted to them and sink into an illusion, unable to extricate themselves."

  Several people hadnt noticed the door sign, but after hearing the middle-aged womans words, they all looked up and fell for it without exception. The middle-aged woman let out another loud shout to recall their attention.

  These twenty-odd monks, having suffered a great loss, no longer dared to act rashly and followed the middle-aged woman honestly.

  A middle-aged woman led the twenty or so monks into the great hall of the Qishitang. The hall was nearly a hundred meters high and several hundred meters wide, with two main seats in front of the gate, each with two rows of square chairs facing each other. An old man who looked like he was in his sixties or seventies sat with his eyes closed in one of the square chairs.

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