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  "Everyone take note, those in the Qi Refining stage go over there, ordinary people come here, other book friends continue reading normally."

  Mo Qingchen had just walked in when he heard a loud-voiced monk shouting non-stop.

  Some people ran this way, some people rushed that way, and others walked in the wrong direction and came back, bumping into each other. Every now and then, the sound of a child's wailing cry could be heard. More than a dozen Taoist priests wearing cyan robes had dark faces, with an expression of anger and helplessness.

  Looking at this scene, Mo Qingchen suddenly thought of the first time he went to university for registration, it was also so hot and bustling, although chaotic, but revealing a vigorous vitality.

  "You, take the kid away! We only recruit those above ten years old. What's with bringing a five-year-old here? Are you trying to make him an apprentice or have us raise your child for you?" A monk with a baby face pointed at a man with a silly expression and said.

  The man leading the little doll was so frightened that he didn't say a word, stunned on the spot. The people lined up behind him shouted in dissatisfaction.

  An older monk walked over and said: "Younger brother, what's wrong?"

  The doll-faced monk said helplessly: "Senior brother, you see for yourself."

  The slightly older monk looked at the stunned man and smiled faintly, saying, "This big brother, our Yao Guang Sect recruits miscellaneous disciples every three to five years. You might as well come again next time."

  "Hmm, hmm." The man nodded silently and walked away with the little girl, looking back three times.

  Mo Qing stood stiffly in the formation, his cold eyes scanning the people in front of him.

  Most of them were young men and women under the age of twenty, some had just entered the threshold of Qi Refining, others were in the middle stage, and only a few were in the late stage of Qi Refining, but they looked quite old.

  It's also true that if one enters the late stage of Qi refining before the age of 20, their talent can't be too bad. How could they end up as a miscellaneous disciple?

  Most of those who were in front of Mo Qingchen stayed behind, much better than the situation on the ordinary person's side.

  Even if recruiting miscellaneous disciples, it is necessary to have a spiritual root. Some ordinary people bring their children here to try their luck, regardless of whether they have a spiritual root or not, and naturally most of them are unqualified.

  It was finally Mo Qingchen's turn, a middle-aged cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining with a meticulously combed Daoist bun, holding his pen and sitting behind the desk.

  "What's your name?" asked the middle-aged monk without raising his head.

  "Mo... Qingchen." Mo Qingchen paused for a moment. Still said his real name.

  "Age?" The middle-aged monk's voice was flat and mechanical as he asked.

  It's no wonder, whoever interviews hundreds or thousands of people won't be enthusiastic.

  "Thirteen years old." Mo Qingchen replied truthfully. She had come to Tianyao City with her grandfather at the age of eight. In the blink of an eye, more than four years had passed, and she had finally grown into a young girl in her teens.

  The middle-aged cultivator finally raised his eyelids and saw that Mo Qingchen had a cultivation base of five layers of refining qi. A glimmer of light flashed, at this age, having a cultivation base of five layers of refining qi, wasn't his talent exceptional? If so, he had discovered a good seedling, and it would be considered a meritorious recommendation!

  "Test your spiritual root." The middle-aged cultivator handed over a jade plate.

  Mo Qing recognized it. This was the Spirit Testing Disc, which had been used by the Patriarch to test her when she first entered the Mo family.

  Mo Qingchen found it strange that the person in front of him seemed to have not tested his spiritual root, but only answered questions. Although he thought so, in order to smoothly enter Yao Guang Sect, Mo Qingchen still put his hand on it.

  Just like in the old days, on the jade plate, the four colors of cyan, red, gold and yellow were shining together. Slowly, the two colors of red and cyan became brighter and brighter, while the two colors of gold and yellow became dull and lost their luster.

  "It's actually a Four Spirit Root?" The middle-aged cultivator's face flashed with disappointment as he put away the Spiritual Discernment Plate.

  Mo Qingchen didn't make a sound, but in his heart he had some understanding of the middle-aged cultivator's intentions. With his age and cultivation speed not inferior to that of a dual-spirited root, he must think that he has good qualifications, what plans does he have?

  Sure, here is the translation:

  "As expected, the middle-aged master's tone became much lighter as he spoke again: 'What are you good at?'"

  Mo Qingchu hesitated for a moment, he was good at alchemy, but this couldn't be said, if he said he didn't have any skills, would he be randomly assigned to somewhere else? What if he ended up in the Dan room or something and things went awry, the secret of the Clear Heart Crystal Fire would eventually be exposed.

  "Skilled in wood-based magic." Mo Qingchen thought for a moment and said.

  Seeing the girl's pensive appearance, the middle-aged cultivator couldn't help but chuckle. After all, she was still just a child, and it seemed unlikely that she would actually find something she was good at. Wood-element magic... really...

  The middle-aged master waved his brush and recorded Mo Qingchen's information on a green jade plate, handing it to Mo Qingchen: "Take good care of this, it will be your identity token from now on. Go over there and wait, someone will come to take you up later, just listen for instructions then."

  "Thank you, senior brother." Mo Qingchen said with a bow.

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  The middle-aged master glanced at Mo Qingchen, this young girl was not very old, came to take the test alone, but her demeanor was elegant and her reaction was quick-witted, it seemed that she had a special talent.

  "You have a good spiritual root for wood and fire, Qingmu Peak and Liuhuo Peak are both suitable places to go." Seeing Mo Qingchen about to leave, the middle-aged cultivator suddenly spoke up.

  Mo Qingchen was taken aback, and this Daoist was clearly reminding himself that if he wanted to have good fortune, he had to think of a way to get to those two places.

  "Thank you for your advice, senior brother." Mo Qingchen sincerely bowed his head in gratitude.

  The middle-aged master no longer looked at her and said lightly: "Next one."

  Mo Qingchu stood near a group of Qi Refining stage cultivators who had passed the selection, while not far away, there was another group of ordinary people who had also passed the selection.

  Over there were mostly children in their teens, curiously and enviously sizing up this side, chattering and making a much more lively scene than this side.

  Mo Qingchen stood in a corner, trying to downplay her presence as much as possible, yet she still noticed that several cultivators' gazes swept over her.

  Mo Qingchen did not deliberately avoid it. With her age and cultivation, she was expected to receive attention among the miscellaneous disciples.

  Before deciding to come to Yao Guang Sect, Mo Qingchen had already thought it through. She couldn't just keep a low profile all the time. As a female cultivator with no background and poor qualifications, if she continued to be too low-key, it would be too difficult for her to gain a foothold in Yao Guang Sect. And without having a corresponding cultivation status, wanting to talk about revenge was even more of an extravagant hope.

  At that time, the patriarch's last choice made Mo Qingchen understand one thing: instead of complaining about others being unfair to you, it's better to work hard and become someone who can't be abandoned by others.

  After standing for a long time, Mo Qingchen was fine on his side, but there were many children on the other side who couldn't stand anymore. Some sat on the ground, while others tiptoed to see if anyone was coming to take them away.

  "If we wait any longer, I'm afraid many children won't be able to hold on. Book lovers still like to read:" A young Taoist priest said with a faint smile.

  The monk with a doll-like face rolled his eyes: "What's the big deal, they're here to be servants and disciples, not to enjoy themselves. If they can't even handle this little bit of hardship, they might as well go home."

  "Are you looking for death? You stepped on me!" On the side of ordinary people, a plump teenager in his early teens fiercely pushed a dark-skinned youth.

  The young man was half a head taller than Little Fatty, his body motionless, and he said with a slight bow: "Sorry, I didn't stand firm for a moment."

  The little fatty suddenly jumped up and spat a mouthful of saliva on the ground, saying: "Hiss, you're blind, aren't you? You can't even stand steady and stepped on me, are you looking to die?"

  The young man clenched his fists and his face turned even darker: "I've apologized, what more do you want?"

  The little fatty seemed to be arrogant and used to it, seeing the young man still speaking, he rushed towards him, and the young man also swung his fist without showing weakness.

  "What are you doing?" A clear shout stopped the two in their tracks.

  The novice with a doll-like face walked over with an angry expression, his eyes scanning the two of them horizontally and said: "You haven't even entered the mountain gate yet you're already fighting, in the future you'll definitely be troublemakers. You two get out, pack up and leave! Our Yao Guang Sect doesn't accept miscellaneous disciples, let alone hoodlums!"

  The master's words made the young man's face turn pale, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh.

  The little fatty was stunned, reflexively opening his mouth to scold, but realizing that the person in front of him was a fairy in the eyes of the adults, he felt fear in his heart, yet unwilling to leave, and suddenly sat down on the ground with a thud, bursting into loud wails.

  The doll-faced monk's face turned even darker, and he waved his sleeve, saying: "Hurry up and take him away, take him away."

  The young man's body shook like a leaf in the wind, but he didn't make a sound, his feet rooted to the spot.

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  Mo Qingchen didn't want to get involved in other people's business, but that young man was dragged into it by Xiao Pangzi. He could only say that the young man had bad luck. However, after taking a few more glances at him, he suddenly remembered something.

  This young man is actually someone I've met before!

  That year, she and her grandfather hitched a ride with the father-son duo to Tianyao City. It can be said that if they hadn't met the father-son duo that day, it's hard to say how things would have turned out for her and her grandfather.

  Thinking of this, Mo Qingchen couldn't just stand by and do nothing. All cultivators who follow the right path believe in the concept of cause and effect, and Mo Qingchen was no exception after having stayed in this world for so long.

  Just as several men were about to drag them away, Mo Qingchen stepped forward a few steps and spoke up, "Uncle Master, I have something to say."

  Looking at the increasingly emerging girls, the doll-faced monk said: "What do you want to say?"

  "Yao Guang, the one who nourishes all things. I've heard that our sect was named after this. In the world, it's always been said that humility is the greatest virtue, and tolerance is the key to greatness. Those two are indeed deserving of punishment, but if we were to drive them out now, they would only harbor resentment towards our sect. In my opinion, it would be better to let them stay. By being surrounded by the teachings of our sect every day, who knows, maybe one day they will become broad-minded and resilient individuals. This way, we can also show off the magnanimity of our sect." Mo Qingchen said with a clear voice, secretly feeling embarrassed that he was able to come up with such an eloquent speech.

  The eerie silence was broken, and the doll-faced monk twitched the corner of his mouth, saying: "A silver tongue!"

  "Junior brother, I think this junior apprentice has some reason to say, why not just stay?" said the slightly older foundation-building cultivator with a smile.

  The monk with a doll-like face glanced at Mo Qingchen and waved his hand: "What are you still dazing about, follow me up the mountain!"

  He spoke and took out a small boat-like magic instrument, threw it into the air, and turned it into a large ship surrounded by spiritual energy.