out and shattered to pieces.This tag is used to indicate the end of a paragraph.Lu Xia Tian had felt touched before, but he had also seen too many cultivators turn against each other. Now, to be mov..."Damn it!" Lu Xia Tian couldn't help but curse in his heart, believing that many people at this moment must be feeling the same as him. Seeing Wu's smug face, Lu Xia Tian was disgusted. Even if he had spirit stones, he wouldn't give them to such a person. When they reached Lingxiao Palace, they wouldn't have to rely on him for information.

"Brother Guo, Brother Guo. What did Master Wu just say"

However, things took an unexpected turn. Shortly after he told Guo Yun, other cultivators from various families surrounded him and bombarded him with questions.

The Wu surname cultivator frowned. He originally intended to only tell Guo Yun, as other cultivators would also come to him to buy information for spirit stones. However, he hadn't expected things to develop like this. What angered him even more was that Guo Yun, that flamboyant kid, once others asked him, boasted and revealed everything out of pride.

Looking at the delighted expression on the Wu cultivator, Lu Xiaoteng couldn't help but smirk inwardly. Serves him right! Even for a family cultivator, ten spirit stones weren't much, but they certainly weren't something to be discarded casually. Only Guo Yun, that fellow, had a deep pocket and an arrogant personality, accustomed to spending lavishly.

In fact, those families have already paid a huge price to support them into the fairy gate. After these people enter the fairy gate, even if there are elders of their families in the fairy gate, they generally have to rely on themselves. The family still has to continue cultivating younger disciples. Not all resources can be spent on them.

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“Serves him right, he's only a Qi Refining late stage cultivator. His cultivation level isn't that high. He's just entered earlier than us, what's there to be arrogant about.” The red-faced man chuckled to himself on the side.

As more and more people asked, Guo Yun told his two friends after which, unable to withstand the inquiries of other family cultivators, he repeated it a few times. Afterwards, he became somewhat exasperated, and his voice inevitably grew louder. These ordinary scattered cultivators like Lu Xia Tian perked up their ears, effectively obtaining the information revealed by the Wu surname cultivator for free.

As it turns out, these four senior cultivators who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage were responsible for escorting these newly promoted disciples back to Lingxiao Palace. The journey to Lingxiao Palace is long and arduous, and they might encounter many demonic beasts along the way. Only cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage could guarantee their safety.

These four Foundation Establishment predecessors, the most severe old man was named Zhao Zhong, he was rigid and stern. Another black and short old man named Qian Dali, had a deep and taciturn personality. The remaining two were Wang Juan and Hou Sanfeng, whose personalities were relatively carefree. They didn't need much attention, as long as they paid attention to their words in their daily conversations and avoided any verbal offenses.

Another half hour passed, and the courtyard was filled with thirty new disciples. The Lingxiao Palace's recruitment of disciples had come to a temporary end. Zhao Zhong, Qian Dali, and four other foundation-building cultivators entered the courtyard. The newly inducted disciples, who were originally chattering excitedly, fell silent at once.

“Among the newly inducted disciples this year, there are quite a few with good aptitude. The previous batches of disciples from Yuexi Valley were all mediocre. This time, I must take at least one-third of those with good aptitude.” Wang Juan was the first to speak up.

"That won't work. There are more monks than disciples, and no one wants the mediocre ones. Our Ling Shou Peak needs those exceptional individuals." Hou Sanfeng immediately refused, "I don't care about the others, but out of the seven outstanding disciples, I want to take two."

After a stalemate, the dark dwarf with a deep voice coughed and said, "Let's do this. I'll take one outstanding disciple back. You know I have to report to Wu Zhangfeng after all. You compensate me with some spirit stones or spiritual herbs. Also, that one named Lu Xiaitian, I think we get along well. Let me take him too, how about that"

Lu Xia Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but he didn't know why this grand gift was specifically addressed to him. A hint of caution arose in Lu Xia Tian's heart.

“Haha, that’s great! Anyway, Qinglian Peak always comes last in the sect competition. It seems that Wu Zhangfeng is also ready to go all out. So, let's allocate a portion of our reward for this mission equally to give to Brother Qian. The other disciples can decide their own tasks by drawing lots.” Hou Sanfeng laughed and immediately agreed with Qian Dali’s proposal.

Zhao Zhong and Wang Juan had no objections. They quickly allocated the thirty disciple spots.

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"Alright, since the personnel has been assigned, let's set off and return immediately. This Moon Viewing City is just a casual cultivator city, its spiritual energy density is far inferior to the palace. Staying here for a few days will make one feel uncomfortable." Wang Juan impatiently threw out a green short sword. The short sword emanated menacing sword qi, swelling in size with the wind to over two zhang long and several chi wide, easily accommodating nearly ten people on top of it.

Wang Juan greeted her assigned disciples and said, "Don't dawdle, come up here."

With the addition of two who were handling the registration of new disciples and eight errand boys, there were thirty-two people in total. Each person was responsible for leading a group of eight. The eight assigned to Wang Juan boarded the levitating flying swords one by one, looking shocked but obedient.

"Go!" Wang Juan shouted sharply. The green flying sword trembled, rising into the air. At the same time, a faint green circular shield appeared, enveloping both the sword and the disciple within, shooting towards the distant sky.

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“Wang Shimei, don’t go too fast, I’ll be there soon.” Hou Sanfeng threw out a crimson flying sword with joy, as he was in high spirits seeing two disciples with outstanding aptitude amongst his students.

Zhao Zhong, with his stern face and wielding a white flying shuttle, led the way. The three of them soared into the sky one after another. Qian Dali only then took out a magic artifact—a blue gourd. After shouting urgently, Qian Dali caused the gourd to swell until it became as large as a small boat. Lu Xia Tian and the others hurried aboard.

"Do not speak during the journey, you'll disturb my tranquility, and I will punish you severely." Qian Dali coldly commanded, then sat cross-legged at the front of the treasure gourd, ignoring his disciples.

Everyone looked at each other, a mix of bewilderment and excitement on their faces. This was their first time riding such a magical flying device, capable of changing sizes at will. Looking down upon the bustling Moon-Gazing City and the busy cultivators, they sat high above it all, hearts pounding with anticipation. They were about to start a conversation, but Qian Dali suddenly doused their excitement like a bucket of cold water. After all, Qian Dali's cultivation level far surpassed theirs. If a disagreement arose, what if he simply tossed them off this magical device Not only would they fail to enter the Immortal Palace, but they might even lose their lives for nothing!

Lu Xiaitian didn't share the excitement and curiosity of his fellow disciples. Ever since boarding the Feihu artifact, his brows furrowed in concern. His aptitude wasn't outstanding; his five elemental roots were each eighteen points, making him the weakest among this group of cultivators. It was illogical that he, the least promising, would be singled out by Qian Dali for this grand gift. Qian Dali appeared black and meekly loyal before other foundation-building cultivators, but once separated, he became a completely different person, even more difficult to get along with.

However, now that I am at the mercy of others, and he has the power while I have none, Lu Xia Tian pondered for a moment but found no solution. The gap in strength was simply too vast. It's no longer something he could control. All he could do was take one step at a time and see what this generous gift truly intends.birds, its speed reached an inconceivable level. At this time, Lu Xia Tian was just like that skilled twelfth-order flying demonic bird. The Bat King Wings carried him as he madly charged through the...