Chapter 57: The Tianfeng Sect Has No Right to Honor You

The process of the entrance ceremony was very simple.

After the various elders gave their speeches, the disciples who were eligible to enter would come forward one by one for the mutual selection.

Most of the peak masters wanted to make their respective peaks stronger, so although there were several elders present, they would still argue endlessly every time it was time to choose a disciple.

Even He Yundan, the acting Sect Master appointed by the Tianfeng Sect’s Sect Master, could only join in this verbal battle for disciples under the fierce competition from the other elders.

“Uh… these elders of yours are quite… quite approachable.”

Xiu Qingcheng looked at the elders who were arguing until their faces were red over a single disciple, and she felt that they didn’t have a shred of immortal grace.

“How many more are there in front?”

Xiu Qingcheng looked at the people in front of Meng Yingxing.
The figures were so dense that for a moment, she couldn’t even see how many more people there were until it was his turn.

She wanted to see which elder would be so shameless as to choose Meng Yingxing.

When he was down on his luck, they all ignored him.
Now that he was beginning to show his brilliance, they all wanted to stick to him!

If Xiu Qingcheng had her way, she would spit fiercely at this group of sanctimonious elders.
They were not worthy of being Meng Yingxing’s master!

Only she!

Only she, Xiu Qingcheng, was worthy of being Meng Yingxing’s master!

The great Xiu Qingcheng welcomed her loyal disciple!

She didn’t know how the line for selection was arranged, but the front of the line was filled with unremarkable people whose names Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t even remember after they had lost to Meng Yingxing.
In the middle of the line stood Mò Kǎimíng and Ye Xuan.

And Meng Yingxing was placed at the very end of the line.

Although she knew that being the finale meant being the last, Xiu Qingcheng still wanted to say—
The Tianfeng Sect wanted Meng Yingxing to make a grand finale appearance!

With the strength of a low-grade Sub-Star, he had first defeated Mò Kǎimíng, and then broken through Ye Xuan’s Xuanpan Golden Form.
What a mighty posture!

There was no doubt that Meng Yingxing was the focus of everyone’s attention!
The MVP!

Because the selection process for each person was incredibly lengthy, Xiu Qingcheng grew sleepy after listening to the chattering of the peak elders a few times.

This group of elders had the time to fight to the death over a disciple.
They might as well tell a few crosstalks; maybe they could attract more disciples to their peaks.

Time passed minute by minute, and the line moved forward slowly.

When it was Mò Kǎimíng’s turn, naturally, all the elders wanted to entice him into their own peaks, each using all their skills and offering all sorts of benefits.

They were just short of offering Mò Kǎimíng the position of peak master.

Of course, it wasn’t as if no one did so.
Elder Chen Sanyang of Lianxiu Peak said it directly:
As long as Mò Kǎimíng was willing to join his peak, he would let him be the master of Lianxiu Peak in the future!

“Alright, alright, so we’re playing like this, are we? They’re really going all out!”

Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t help but admire Chen Sanyang’s magnanimity.

But she could also understand.
Everyone wanted a genius like Mò Kǎimíng.

Perhaps others would have surrendered on the spot upon hearing Chen Sanyang’s offer, but Mò Kǎimíng was still rational.
After a moment of deliberation, he still chose the acting Sect Master and Elder of Daiheng Peak, He Yundan, who specialized in sword cultivation.

When Mò Kǎimíng made this decision, Xiu Qingcheng could almost see the three liters of old blood Chen Sanyang spat out.

Well, to not be moved by such a tempting offer, it could only be someone like Mò Kǎimíng who looked completely desireless.

Xiu Qingcheng swayed in the scabbard on Meng Yingxing’s back, signaling for him to pay attention to her.

“Hey, disciple, which elder are you planning to choose?”

“Ideally, I would also choose Elder He. He specializes in the way of the sword, which would be beneficial for me.”

Meng Yingxing thought for a moment and told Xiu Qingcheng the truth.

“But it still depends on which elders will choose me. I’ll take whoever chooses me, I’m not picky.”

“Anyway, my real master is still you, Master.”

Xiu Qingcheng snorted lightly.

After Mò Kǎimíng was Ye Xuan.
He was still as stable as ever.
The moment his turn came, he let out his signature booming voice.

“Ye Xuan! I present myself for the elders’ consideration!”

It was clear that even the powerful Ye Xuan was particularly nervous in front of these elders.

This time, apart from Mu Xin, all the other elders still chose Ye Xuan.

His cultivation was not inferior to Mò Kǎimíng’s, and he had an ancient inheritance.
A true pillar of the sect!

Xiu Qingcheng saw that Ye Xuan had chosen Elder Han Linlu of Tianchu Peak as his mentor.

Although Tianchu Peak was the starting place for new disciples, it was also a solid peak.

After a long while, when the sun grew redder and was about to set, it was finally Meng Yingxing’s turn.

“The next disciple, Meng Yingxing.”

At the acting Sect Master’s call, Meng Yingxing walked forward and stood before the peak elders.

Unlike when he was in front of Xiu Qingcheng, every elder before him now exuded the proper dignity of an elder, causing Meng Yingxing to unconsciously puff out his chest.

After seeing Meng Yingxing, the gazes of the peak elders changed tacitly.

They fell into a brief silence, a stark contrast to their earlier arguments over disciples.

“Speak, speak, have all these peak elders gone mute?”

“You, you, you, and you, all of you, choose my super invincible and outstanding disciple!”

Xiu Qingcheng whined.

The nervousness on Meng Yingxing’s face faded a lot, leaving behind a calm expression.

At this moment, He Yundan coughed lightly, breaking the particularly awkward scene.

It was truly impolite for several elders to remain silent when facing a disciple, especially with so many people watching.

“So, which elder is willing to take Meng Yingxing as a disciple?”

He Yundan raised his eyes and gestured to his colleagues around him.

The peak elders looked at each other, but no one answered the question.

“Not speaking, got something on your mind?”

Xiu Qingcheng could see that these people were communicating with their eyes, but not a single one came forward to choose Meng Yingxing, which made her so angry her hilt was crooked.

Xiu Qingcheng could feel that Meng Yingxing’s passion was cooling down.

He had grown up in the Tianfeng Sect.
Although the sect hadn’t taken much care of him, he regarded it as a legend.

He longed for the Tianfeng Sect, made it his goal, and cultivated every day, wanting to achieve a good ranking in the Divine Weapon Trial.

And now, Meng Yingxing had broken through his limits and reached this high platform that was once so out of reach for him.

What awaited him, however, was the silence of the elders.

The atmosphere had been built up to this point, and perhaps feeling that this was not good, Mu Xin finally stood up and said she was willing to take Meng Yingxing.

“Thank you, Elder Mu Xin.”

Meng Yingxing clasped his fists and bowed, his body bent very low, his tone devoid of joy or sorrow.

“Meng Yingxing, don’t overthink it.”

Mu Xin stepped forward to help Meng Yingxing up, her voice still gentle.

“We have all seen your achievements, but we are still a little hesitant.”

“Yes, I know.”

Meng Yingxing’s lips curled into a slight smile.

After that, the entrance ceremony came to an end.
Later, Meng Yingxing would have to pack his luggage and move to Wuyun Peak.

The sun set in the west.
Meng Yingxing stood in the afterglow, his dark shadow stretched long and thin.

“Master, although I have successfully joined the Tianfeng Sect, why can’t I be happy?”

Meng Yingxing’s voice was low.
In his confusion, only the sword on his back could he talk to.

“I told you, the people of the Tianfeng Sect are all blind.”

Xiu Qingcheng’s tone was also tinged with displeasure.

“It’s okay, disciple. They have never looked at you properly from beginning to end. The Tianfeng Sect has no right to honor you.”

“Remember, never live to meet the expectations of others.”

“You walk your own single-plank bridge, and they walk their own sunny path. As long as you keep moving forward, the road will continue to extend.”

“And I will always be behind you.”

With that said, Xiu Qingcheng felt even more puzzled by the behavior of these Tianfeng Sect elders.

What on earth was it that made this group of elders look at Meng Yingxing so strangely?

“Master.”

Meng Yingxing interrupted Xiu Qingcheng’s thoughts, calling out to her.

“It’s so good to have you here, Master.”