Chapter 5: The Counterattack of the Junior Disciple

I am Liu Hanlong from the Liu family of Youzhou. I just celebrated my eleventh birthday last month. My mother, the head of the Feiyun Sect, invited seventeen prominent families from the Lianyun Mountain area of Youzhou to celebrate my birthday. This matter is well known among the people of Lianyun Mountain

The skeptic's face immediately turned red with anger, yet he did not dare to argue further

After searching for a long time, the junior brother's expression grew colder: "What is this small sect, which cannot even be found on the map, so proud about? Are the seventeen prominent families celebrating the eleventh birthday of a character whose birth and death are unknown? Where does this dilapidated family get the audacity to call itself a prominent family?"

In six days, an abundance of events transpired in Lingxi Town. The extraordinary encounters of a certain young man from the mountains at the inn spread throughout the town, and the proprietress's golden radish gained widespread fame. Young talents from all corners of the world began to converge in the town in search of opportunities for transcendence. As six days passed, the extent of the fortunes unearthed remains known only to those who experienced them.

The senior brothers of Lingjian Mountain were also taken aback. The two of them quickly flew down again, working together to part the crowd. However, by this time, there were already no fewer than several hundred injured people rolling on the ground, wailing in agony

Of course it is false, do you really believe this? They are neither a cult nor a demonic race, how could they indiscriminately kill the innocent

At the front desk during checkout, the proprietress, for some reason, kept laughing incessantly. Even when Wang Lu returned the food box to her, she generously waved her hand and said, "It's not worth anything, consider it a gift."

First of all, my junior apprentice and I would like to extend a warm welcome to everyone attending the Ascension Conference of the Lingjian Sect

I am in a very good mood

The book boy was taken aback and muttered, "Indeed, they are quite capable of flaunting their power, but I always feel that the Lingjian Sect is not very friendly towards us mortals"

Of course, from another perspective, after exchanging all his possessions at https://m.hetushu.com for a box of meat and wine, Wang Lu was left with only a single coin and had no choice but to consider washing dishes for the landlady if he was willing to do so

When you poured boiling water into the ant nest as a child, I didn't see you being particularly friendly towards them. Celestial beings and mortals are on different paths; mortals are but ants. Given their poor mood, it is already quite merciful that they haven't gone on a killing spree. Do you realize that just now we actually stood at the threshold of the underworld?

The senior brother smiled but said nothing, while the junior brother, with a cold expression, remarked: "If you don't want to come, you can leave. Who is asking you to stay?"

The path of cultivating immortality begins with the first step

Then the senior brother spoke aloud: "Next, please follow the golden bridge into the mountain. Generally speaking, this path to immortality is not dangerous, but in case of any unforeseen circumstances, or if you find yourselves trapped and unable to hold on, you may call for help at any time, and our fellow disciples will arrive promptly."

A long conversation with you? Is it to send you into eternal slumber! The young master of the Liu family was suddenly struck in the face with the sign of the Spirit Sword Sect, leaving him covered in dust and dirt, and he vanished into the crowd with his servant, disappearing without a trace

At this moment, someone finally spoke up and asked: "At the Ascension Conference, is it sufficient to continuously climb up this bridge to reach the top?"

Isn't that too irresponsible at that time

The senior brother replied: "In this regard, I can only say that I hope everyone will do their utmost on the journey; as for the summit, there is no need to be overly ambitious."

At this moment, he had not considered that stepping onto the golden bridge meant embarking on the path to immortality, a path that recognizes only fateful connections and makes no distinction between young masters and scholars.

The young scribe's face turned pale: "Really?"

Then the two of them calmly began to applaud for themselves and the book, but unfortunately, the aura of the celestial cultivators was too strong, and under the intimidation, no one joined in, resulting in an immediate silence.

The young man was so enraged that he nearly spat blood

With a noble spiritual root, what need is there for fortuitous encounters in cultivating immortality

The young masters who had fallen under the bridge suddenly felt extremely embarrassed. Among them, there were indeed quite a few who were already thirteen or fourteen years old, yet they had forged their ages in an attempt to deceive others. At this moment, their deception was exposed. Although they wanted to explain, who would dare to speak loudly in front of the grim face of the spiritual sword cultivator? Even the fact that these two had not provided prior notice, leading to chaos at the scene, went unchallenged by anyone.

I see, no wonder those servants are all mixed up like dumplings; amusingly, besides those servants, there are also quite a few young masters who have fallen off the bridge

The Ascension Conference has begun

The young master beside him chuckled: "Doorman? You must be blind as a bat. If those two hear this, I can offer incense for you next year on this day... Haven't you heard? Only those who draw the short straw are sent here to be doormen. Just now, those two flew through the crowd on their swords, effortlessly parting thousands of people. Does your doorman possess such might?"

As for the instigator, he comfortably stayed in the guesthouse for six days, shutting himself in and not going out

At this moment, the junior brother coldly stated: "Let me reiterate once more, anyone under the age of twelve who has not undergone training, those who are merely pretending to be competent or mixing in with the crowd, should get lost."

The junior brother added: "However, if there are those who deliberately seek death, we will certainly fulfill that wish"

The senior brothers looked at each other in confusion: "Feiyun Sect?"

The small open space was now crowded with thousands of people, leaving no room for newcomers to stand. Wang Lu got up too late and was completely blocked on the road out of town, unable to leave, and could only stand on tiptoe to gaze into the distance

The book boy sighed softly and silently followed the young master's footsteps. The Golden Bridge of the Spirit Sword Sect is limited by age, and he is the same age as the young master, having just celebrated his twelfth birthday, which places him right on the qualifying line. This time, he cannot avoid carrying the young master's luggage all the way.

Countless people were shouting loudly, and as they shouted, the sound gradually surged outward toward the town's outskirts

As the senior brothers were already surrounded by thousands of onlookers, the senior brother quickly changed the subject: "I hereby announce that the Ascension Conference has officially begun"

The junior brother sneered: "I believe he will certainly engage in a pleasant and amiable conversation with you."

The senior brother turned his gaze and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

In the silence, the spiritual sword practitioner smiled and spoke, his voice like the wind, reaching the ears of everyone present

That is a mistake made by your mother

... ... ''

At that moment, the person's momentum was suddenly diminished: "This, of course, was told to me by my family."

Of course not. Holding the tattered copper coin in his hand, Wang Lu left the inn with a radiant smile and a large, heavy food box, flowing with the crowd towards the open mountain gate outside the town

In the morning, Wang Lu was awakened by the noise outside the house

The task chain at the town gate was purely driven by interest; from the very beginning, Wang Lu had not placed any hope on what fate might bring.

After speaking, the two brothers hurriedly ascended into the sky, clearing the entrance to the Golden Bridge

However, the Lingjian Sect is indeed quite interesting, distinctly different from the conventional and rigid traditional sects. Although it is an ancient sect, it exudes an indescribable charm, possessing unique characteristics that I appreciate

You be quiet first

The junior disciple immediately frowned and said, "How do you know you are eleven years old? Were you able to remember dates right after you were born?"

Outside Lingxi Town, the majestic mountains are bathed in a layer of soft gold by the sunlight. Amidst the year-round swirling clouds and mist, a golden bridge descends slowly from the heavens, one end pointing to the ground and the other connecting to the ethereal Lingjian Mountain. The clouds and mist form a cover, cutting the golden bridge in half and blocking the gaze of mortals yearning for the celestial dust.

Indeed, as they moved about, discussions were inevitable. A young scholar burdened with heavy luggage, feeling rather downcast, sighed and remarked, "The people of the immortal realm are truly different; even the two gatekeepers carry themselves with such grandeur."

Fortunately, the young boy had excellent eyesight and could see the golden bridge in the sky gradually approaching the ground. On either side of the bridge stood two young cultivators dressed in black and white robes, forming sword seals with their hands and standing firmly on flying swords, providing steady protection on both sides of the golden bridge

The senior brother felt somewhat awkward, cleared his throat, and said: "I won't say much about trivial matters. Regarding some affairs of our sect, I believe everyone has already inquired sufficiently before coming here and in the town, so I will not elaborate further. More matters will naturally be known to you when you reach the appropriate height. Here, I sincerely wish each of you can find your own opportunities on this path to immortality"

Six days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the Ascension Conference is just around the corner

Lianyun Mountain

In the next moment, a surge of people flooded in, as young masters and their servants from various places crowded onto the bridge. Although the golden bridge was several dozen meters wide, it could not accommodate so many people at once. The air was filled with cries and shouts of anger. Even worse, among those who had just taken one or two steps onto the bridge, many screamed in agony as they fell down, resulting in utter chaos.

From a distance, the immortal practitioners did not possess three heads and six arms; the two young men appeared just like ordinary mortals, surrounded neither by colorful clouds nor accompanied by spiritual birds and celestial music. However, the aura of the immortal practitioners far surpassed that of earthly emperors. In a space crowded with thousands, the moment the golden bridge touched the ground with a faint muffled sound, it became silent. Countless gazes converged in one direction; whether they were the sons of emperors or descendants of immortal cultivation families, at this moment, they were all rendered speechless.

The golden bridge at the mountain gate is about to descend

After a moment of hesitation, the senior brother, with a look of suspicion on his face, took out a map from his sleeve, immediately unfolded it, and began searching with the junior brother.

What position must one reach to be considered qualified? There should always be a standard, shouldn't there

The senior brothers exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat grim, especially the senior brother who appeared particularly awkward: "I apologize for not mentioning this earlier, but once the conference begins, aside from those who meet the criteria, no one else is allowed on the bridge, so I kindly ask all accompanying personnel to return."

Of course, with over ten thousand people present, there are always extraordinary individuals. I heard someone by the bridge angrily shout, "I am clearly only eleven years old this year, so why can't I go on the bridge?"

The senior brother replied, "In due time, everyone will naturally come to know."

Senior brother said: "I apologize, my junior brother has not been in a good mood these past few days"

Wang Lu opened his eyes; the sunlight outside the window was already somewhat blinding. He sighed and woke up the young servant, preparing to change clothes and wash up before embarking on his journey

Wang Lu was eager to ask, since you are so generous, can the three thousand five hundred taels of silver be refunded to me

You should be quiet; even drawing lots leads to a bad outcome, dragging me here to do such trivial tasks, and you still have the nerve to...

As the junior brother's remarks became increasingly outrageous, the senior brother quickly interjected: "This is the case, the Ascension Golden Bridge was personally crafted by our sect leader. If anyone has questions regarding the efficacy of the Golden Bridge, you may contact the sect leader for a direct inquiry."

At this point, there were no more voices of doubt in the space filled with thousands of people. The two brothers, seeing that order had begun to take shape, nodded and ascended into the air, no longer paying attention to the trivial matters at the entrance of the Golden Bridge, while the remaining individuals quietly and slowly moved forward