Today is a special day.
The Shou Tu Da Dian for the Zhen Chuan Disciple of Lingjian Peak was actually arranged on Lingxiao Peak, a decision personally made by the Zongzhu.
That Qingluan Sword Immortal Lin Yin, who had disappeared for several years and left Lingjian Peak almost devoid of people, had returned.
For this grand ceremony, many Family Clans arrived, and the First Seats of other peaks were also in attendance.
Of course, it wasn’t just about watching the disciple selection—the main thing everyone wanted to see was who Lin Yin would take as her disciple.
After all, the Shenxiao Sect still held immense influence over all the cultivation Family Clans.
Typically, the heads of these clans were only at the Nascent Soul Stage, and at best, a handful might have a Huashen Period Ancestor.
If you want to know why the gap between people is so great, just look at the resources of the Shenxiao Sect.
The concentration of Spirit Energy here alone is several times higher than what those Family Clans can offer.
And that’s not even mentioning the quality of the teachers.
Many people stepped forward to offer Lin Yin their congratulations, and she responded to each in turn.
Yun Yan walked over at this moment.
“Zongzhu.”
“Head of Lingjian Peak, no need for such formality. You look quite happy today.”
Lin Yin was taken aback. Her expression seemed calm, but the fact that she could converse with others so easily showed her mood was indeed quite good.
“So, once today’s ceremony is over, what are your plans? Have you thought about it?”
Yun Yan stroked his white beard.
He hoped Lin Yin would take up the responsibility of Head of Lingjian Peak and restore its former glory.
“I haven’t decided yet. I’ll take things one step at a time.”
“Heh heh, alright then. But your disciple can’t escape anyway, so shouldn’t you consider something else? There are quite a few Family Clans present today, all invited by me.
They’ve all brought their younger generation. Have you taken a liking to any of them?”
Yun Yan’s gaze shifted toward the distant martial arena of Lingxiao Peak.
It was noisy over there. Yun Yan watched with a smile.
Lin Yin noticed as well. She was aware of the commotion, but it was too loud for her liking, so she paid it no mind.
On the martial arena, several young talents were taking a written examination.
Each had their own hidden agenda; their elders had all reminded them of the current state of Lingjian Peak.
Starting from nothing—if they entered, they would probably be cultivated as Core Disciples!
Besides, who was Lin Yin? The first female sword cultivator in the thousands of years of Shenxiao Sect!
“Brother Li, the swords from your Sword Manor truly are impressive. Looks like you’re aiming to become a Lingjian Peak Disciple today too?”
“Brother Huang, you jest. Your family’s Ancestral Sword isn’t bad either.”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sounds of weapons clashing echoed all around.
Lin Yin’s Shou Tu Da Dian was taking on a rather complicated atmosphere.
“Forgive me, Zongzhu. I really don’t have the mind to deal with anything else right now, but I appreciate your kindness.”
“Sigh, very well. By the way, do you think Jiang Che will obediently come and participate in the disciple ceremony?”
Yun Yan asked, feeling that Jiang Che probably wouldn’t cooperate.
Though there were many ways to deal with it—after all, with things like the Kuipian Talisman, even someone at the Golden Core stage could be subdued by their level of cultivation.
Lin Yin nodded.
“He’ll come. I asked him this morning.”
Yun Yan looked surprised at her words.
He hadn’t expected Jiang Che to cooperate. Could it be that Lin Yin had already enlightened him?
At this moment, Xu Qianlan and the First Seat of Wanzhen Peak, Feng Ze, arrived.
Feng Ze still wore that ever-serious expression.
“You two troublemakers actually arrived together—now that’s rare!”
Yun Yan remarked.
It was indeed odd; Feng Ze and Xu Qianlan were not exactly on friendly terms.
“Zongzhu, that’s not fair. We’re all First Seats from Shenxiao Town—we’re family here.”
Yun Yan let out a cheerful laugh at her reply.
“Very well, we’re all family. Let’s head up first.”
With that, Yun Yan led them to take seats at the entrance of Zichen Hall.
After the Zongzhu of Shenxiao Sect’s opening remarks, many people took their seats.
At that moment, a Spirit Boat descended from the sky.
Everyone’s eyes widened.
Many Family Clans here had their own Spirit Boats—some even more lavish than this one.
What amazed them was that this Spirit Boat had flown boldly straight into the Shenxiao Sect, despite the sect’s protective barrier.
Several figures alighted from the boat.
They wore deep red robes. The leader was a broad-shouldered, imposing middle-aged man.
Following behind was a slightly shorter man—none other than Luo Yan from the Holy Demon Sect, who had previously tried to recruit from the Shenxiao Sect.
And leading them was the Sect Master of the Holy Demon Sect himself, Feng Lie!
“Sect Master Yun, it’s truly been a long time!”
“So it’s Feng Sect Master! Last time, when you didn’t come, I thought you must have been busy!”
Yun Yan and Feng Lie exchanged polite, but insincere, smiles.
Feng Lie thought to himself, this old fellow still looks so spirited!
“Haha, I really had no choice. I was too busy these past days. Please forgive me for not coming sooner, Sect Master Yun.”
Yun Yan stroked his white beard.
Feng Lie wasn’t all that old, but he certainly acted like he was Yun Yan’s peer.
And barging into my Shenxiao Sect without so much as a greeting!
No, I can’t get angry—I’m known for my benevolence.
“No worries, no worries. Now that you’re here, you’re a guest. Please, have a seat!”
“Thank you, Sect Master Yun.”
After speaking, Feng Lie gave Luo Yan a meaningful look. Behind them followed a seductive woman dressed in a red, high-slit gown, her face hidden behind a veil.
Many young men from the Family Clans present were captivated by the scene.
They felt as if this beauty existed only in the heavens.
Well then, since everyone is seated, let us begin. But before that, I must say a few words.
Today is the Shou Tu Da Dian for the Head of Lingjian Peak of our Shenxiao Sect—the Qingluan Sword Immortal, Lin Yin.
This time, she is accepting a Zhen Chuan Disciple.
In our Shenxiao Sect, there is a tradition: each First Seat may accept only one Zhen Chuan Disciple.”
As he finished, his gaze drifted toward Lin Yin.
Lin Yin stood up and walked to the front.
“Head of Lingjian Peak, let me ask you once more. Have you truly decided to accept a Zhen Chuan Disciple, to care for them, teach them, let them grow up safe and happy, and stay together for a lifetime?”
Yun Yan spoke, and from beside him came a gaze that seemed sharp enough to devour him whole—it could only be Xu Qianlan.
Yun Yan glanced at Xu Qianlan.
After serving as Zongzhu for so long, he was finally able to hold a Shou Tu Da Dian for a First Seat’s Zhen Chuan Disciple. Wasn’t it only fair to add a little flourish?
Lin Yin gave a slight nod, her face utterly resolute.
“I have decided. I don’t want to miss this child again—I am willing.”
Lin Yin answered, though she still didn’t know why Jiang Che appeared as a child, perhaps this was her opportunity.
Many present, unaware of the Shenxiao Sect’s tradition, gasped in surprise. Only one Zhen Chuan Disciple could be taken, and Yun Yan had made it sound so dramatic—just what kind of person would be chosen by Lin Yin?
“Senior Lin! Whose child are you taking as a disciple? To earn your appreciation and care, their talent and character must be exceptional!”
The one speaking was an elder. Judging by his attire and the “Sword” token on his waist, he was likely from Sword Manor.
Sword Manor was the largest swordsmith family in the Dayan Dynasty, famed for their innate love of the sword.
Lin Yin turned to him and said earnestly,
“Yes, both his talent and his character are outstanding. I like him very much.”
Someone in the crowd called out, “So who is it, really? Don’t keep us in suspense, let us see!”