Chapter 113: Sect Master, I Don’t Want to Work Hard Anymore! p2
Mu Zhian naturally also knew about these things, so he just smiled, raised his head to look at the high platform, and found that the peerless sect master had already gotten up from the jade seat and was walking towards the distant altar.
Ancestral worship, it was said that this was a ceremony that the Two Polarities Sect would only perform at the opening ceremony.
It’s just that the ancestor the Two Polarities Sect worshipped was not the ancestor who founded the sect, but the “Dao”.
It was said that in the past, there was a powerhouse at the Ascension stage who resonated with the Heavenly Dao, and only then did he establish the immortal cultivation era.
If it had to be said, that immortal at the Ascension stage was the first “cultivator” in the immortal cultivation world.
Mu Zhian looked at Shang Yanfei, who was wearing a plain long robe, her hair falling down her back like a waterfall, only leaving people with a beautiful back view, and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: This sect master is indeed a great beauty.
However, this kind of existence was too difficult to conquer. Mu Zhian temporarily contained these thoughts and looked at that woman walking up to the altar like the other disciples.
“After the ancestral worship is over, they will decide on the inner sect disciples, right? Do you have confidence?” The maidservant’s voice suddenly came from beside his ear.
Mu Zhian gently shook his head and smiled, “Even if I don’t have confidence, I will still try my best, so that I can be with Sister Mengrou in the future.”
Wei Mengrou coldly laughed, “Do you really think someone will choose me as an inner sect disciple?”
The immortal cultivation world attached great importance to “destiny”. With Wei Mengrou’s destiny being so gloomy, if most people knew about her destiny, they would probably think twice.
“The Spirit Dragon’s destiny had no effect on Sister Mengrou either?” Mu Zhian asked.
“Hmm.” Wei Mengrou said indifferently.
Then, she hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, “Sorry for wasting a destiny inheritance.”
The Spirit Dragon’s destiny inheritance was something countless people outside would fight over, but she obtained a portion of the destiny inheritance and wasted it. It was not surprising that even Wei Mengrou, with her cold and proud personality, would feel a bit guilty.
“Do we need to be so polite with each other, Sister Mengrou?” Mu Zhian shook his head and smiled, fully displaying the self-cultivation of a warm-hearted man.
“And you are at the Spirit Refinement fifth stage anyway. With such talent, there should be quite a few people who want to accept you as a disciple.” Mu Zhian followed.
At this age, if it weren’t for being dragged down by destiny and lacking some opportunities, perhaps Wei Mengrou’s cultivation level would be even higher.
If these sect head seats wanted to prepare for the future sect competition, they couldn’t possibly let go of such a good seedling like Wei Mengrou.
“If you don’t become an inner sect disciple, according to the previous agreement with Madam, I won’t become an inner sect disciple either.” Wei Mengrou only said in a calm tone.
“Giving up the inner sect disciple spot to follow me… Sister Mengrou, you must have a crush on me, right?” Mu Zhian teased.
Wei Mengrou glanced at him coldly, too lazy to respond to him.
Mu Zhian continued to transmit his voice, “I am a specially recruited student… Although I can’t be sure that I can be selected as an inner sect disciple, I should still be able to operate a bit.”
The talent Mu Zhian had shown in formations when he was at Boundless Sea Peak, one could imagine that it could attract the attention of those “examiners”.
Even without this, just the identity of “natural furnace” was enough to attract these high-level members.
However, unless it was absolutely necessary, Mu Zhian didn’t really want to expose this identity.
Although he ate soft rice, he only wanted to eat Senior Sister’s soft rice.
As for others… they were too old and not suitable.
Although those female elders on the stage seemed to look quite good, and Pavilion Master Yan’s appearance was even more excellent, just my type… Mu Zhian sighed in his heart.
Indeed, in the immortal cultivation world, one can’t judge a woman’s age just by her appearance.
If it really doesn’t work, I’ll just eat some soft rice. Anyway, I won’t lose out… Mu Zhian inconspicuously withdrew his gaze.
“Child, come over here…”
At this moment, a voice like a ghost suddenly came to his ears. Under the bright sky, there was a sense of coldness coming towards his face.
Mu Zhian’s body stiffened for a moment, and he subconsciously turned his head to scan the surroundings, wanting to find the source of that voice, but he found that he couldn’t determine the direction of the voice at all.
“Child, come here…” That voice was weak and old, and it came floating into Mu Zhian’s ears again.
Almost in that instant, countless goosebumps rose on Mu Zhian’s body.
“What’s wrong?” Wei Mengrou obviously also noticed Mu Zhian’s abnormality and couldn’t help but ask.
“Did you not hear any sound?” Mu Zhian asked in a low voice.
Wei Mengrou frowned slightly and said, “What do you mean?”
It seems that only I heard this voice… Or rather, is someone transmitting their voice to me?
Who could it be?
Those elders or head seats on the stage?
No, they have no close relationship with me, and now is the sect’s opening ceremony. How could they possibly ask me to go to the high platform to find them now?
Or maybe I’m hearing things—
As soon as Mu Zhian thought of this, that old voice like a ghost came to his ears again:
“My child…”
Mu Zhian’s hair stood on end. He raised his head and stared at the direction of the altar in surprise and uncertainty.
That voice came from the altar!
