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"First of all, congratulations on becoming disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect. From today onwards, we are family. Next, your senior brothers will help you arrange other matters. You have three days to use as you wish, and after three days at this time, return to the sect on time." A disciple in a blue long robe stated all the important points before leaving.
Those who came with parents, siblings, or guards now had time to gather together. The number of people in Canglan City increased, especially in the taverns and inns. Some were parting ways, some were celebrating, and others were sending good news back home through friends.
Time passed quickly and soon flew by.
On the morning of the third day, all the youths who had passed the test arrived at the previous square, each one spirited and smiling. From today onwards, they would be disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect. At this moment, the vast square of tens of thousands of square meters seemed a bit empty compared to before, but it did not dampen their enthusiasm and discussions.
Specific arrangements had already been made during these three days.
Except for the mysterious top ten who received special arrangements, the remaining three thousand youths were assigned to five mountain peaks. Ren Pingsheng was assigned to Qingyun Peak. The other four peaks were Lingyun Peak, Wangyun Peak, Liuyun Peak, and Cangyun Peak.
At Bai Shi Tang, he received some essential items as a registered disciple: two gray long robes, a fine iron long sword, an identity token, and two small booklets.
Ren Pingsheng took these items and, along with other youths, headed to Qingyun Peak, where they would live and cultivate for a long time.
Qingyun Peak was much higher than Songshi Peak where he had previously lived. It was about fifty to sixty zhang off the ground. The mountaintop was spacious with numerous stone-built courtyards; there were over two hundred at a glance. In addition, there was a square of several thousand square meters and some other necessary buildings.
Ren Pingsheng arrived at Courtyard No. 2; his assigned room was Room No. 3 in Courtyard No. 2.
He pushed open the door; this Azure Stone courtyard was large, about five hundred square meters, with four rooms distributed on the left, middle, and right sides. In the center were two rooms with one on each side. The middle featured a large courtyard of one hundred square meters.
Room No. 3 was on the right side of the door. Ren Pingsheng approached the door and placed his identity token into the slot on the stone door; it opened automatically—convenient and magical.
"Is that you? I thought you looked familiar." A surprised voice made Ren Pingsheng withdraw his curiosity about the magical door. Turning around, he found the newcomer somewhat familiar but couldn't recall who they were at that moment.
"Don't remember? We participated in the endurance test together, and in the end, it was just you, me, and another woman." Upon hearing this, Ren Pingsheng immediately recalled that it was the boy in white from the formation at that time.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Chu Xiao," the boy in white said as he approached!
"Ren Pingsheng. You were impressive back in the formation."
"Haha, you were even more impressive for making it to the end. Alright, I'm going to check out my room now; we can chat later."
"Ah... oh." Ren Pingsheng was a bit stunned for a moment before realizing that he had actually been the one to last until the end.
At that time, he had just regained his senses when he fainted, so he hadn't seen if anyone else was left in the final formation. After coming out, he didn't inquire about it, and it just ended there. He never expected such an outcome; it was truly surprising!
The room wasn't particularly large, about a hundred square meters. There was a spacious seventy-square-meter living area and a bedroom. The bedroom contained a stone bed, a stone stool, and a stone table. That was all there was.
Sitting on the bed, Ren Pingsheng placed all the items he received down. Two sets of gray long robes, which were the attire for registered disciples. Outer disciples wore blue long robes, inner disciples wore green long robes, while Elite Disciples wore purple long robes!
To Ren Pingsheng, the fine iron long sword was quite a good weapon. It was sharp and sturdy; there was one owned by the village's blacksmith that he treated like a treasure and wouldn't let anyone touch.
The identity token served as proof of being a disciple of the Canglan Sword Sect, containing some basic information about the user; it was often used when traveling outside.
As for the two small booklets, one was the sect rules and the other was a compilation of observations from Snow State!
Ren Pingsheng first read through the sect rules carefully; summarizing them came down to three points:
First, no private transmission of sect techniques or martial arts.
Second, respect senior brothers and elders; do not harm fellow disciples.
Third, one must not betray the sect.
The rules are set, but how they are enforced remains unclear.
He picked up another book, "Snow State Chronicles," which is divided into five parts: one on the distribution of forces, one on heavenly materials and earthly treasures, one on beast illustrations, one on forbidden caves, and one on strange tales.
"Snow State" is one of the nine regions in the Eastern Domain, covering over ten billion square kilometers, truly vast and rich in resources. It boasts famous mountains and rivers, blessed lands and caves, with countless resources and perilous places. As for the humans and demons living here, they are as numerous as the stars, beyond counting.
In terms of strength distribution in "Snow State," the Xuanjian Sect holds the highest position. There are numerous sects, kingdoms, and families. The strength is divided into six grades, from first to sixth. The Xuanjian Sect is a first-grade force with a history spanning nearly fifty thousand years, deeply rooted and historically significant; it is the true overlord of "Snow State." No force can shake its status.
As for other forces, there is no need to elaborate on each one. The Canglan Sword Sect is merely a sixth-grade force. Although it is the lowest tier of power, within a radius of several thousand miles, only the Huxiao Gate and Yunxing Sect can compare. To ordinary people, it already seems lofty and unattainable.
At the end of the book, there is an introduction to the Canglan Sword Sect's history of over two thousand years, featuring strong figures that have emerged from within and detailing the current composition of the sect—there are both glories and declines, a complex yet orderly narrative.
After reading for an hour, Ren Pingsheng gained a general understanding of this world he was about to enter. Since the content he saw was recorded in books, it was mostly true.
This world is indeed vibrant and exciting; just from what he read in the book, he felt a surge of passion. Not to mention the mysterious unrecorded content.
Thinking about stepping out of the sect in the future and entering such a world made Ren Pingsheng feel exhilarated. He wished he could fly into the sky right now and freely traverse this land. However, fortunately, his temperament was calm, and his composure was strong; his expression quickly settled down.
“Father, thank you for allowing me to enter such a world. Perhaps there will be no more mundane life here; perhaps there will be bloodshed and chaos. But please believe me, I will not disappoint you.”
Suddenly, a knock at the door startled Ren Pingsheng from his thoughts.
“It’s you! What’s wrong? Do you need something?” He opened the door to find Chu Xiao standing there.
“Hey, what kind of expression is that? Is this how you welcome guests?” Chu Xiao muttered somewhat indignantly.
"What's wrong? Do you need a hug? If you don't mind..."
"Don't! I'm a normal man, not interested in you." Chu Xiao crossed his arms and quickly stepped aside, his expression clearly saying that he thought the other guy had unusual tastes.
"Get lost... you're the one who's not normal!" Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but kick at him, this guy...
"I'm not going to mess with you anymore, I'm going to eat. I've been hungry for a while..." Chu Xiao straightened his clothes, his face serious, completely shedding the lewd demeanor from before.
"Ren Pingsheng, what are you doing here?" Just as they stepped out, they ran into Huang Qing and his two companions. What a coincidence. When they were assigned to the peaks, Qingyun Peak was given to the boys ranked five and six on the test leaderboard. Huang Qing was ranked two hundred fifteen, which meant he was assigned to Qingyun Peak.
"Oh, your lackey has changed?" Ren Pingsheng glanced at the two unfamiliar faces and asked with a smile.
"Hmph, those two bastards. One got assigned to another peak, and the other was eliminated." Huang Qing explained quite amicably; someone who didn't know might think they were good friends.
"Eliminated? I see."
"You probably didn't know, but out of the fifty of us who came together, only thirty passed the test; the others all left."
"They all went back? I really didn't know; what a pity. Want to go eat together?" Ren Pingsheng said with some regret and casually asked.
"No thanks, you guys go ahead." Huang Qing politely declined. He certainly didn't think their relationship was good enough for that.
"Qing Ge, is that guy your friend?" one of Huang Qing's companions asked.
"Friend? Which eye of yours saw that? That guy is an enemy; he just has better talent. Sooner or later, I'll step on him—he's just a commoner." Huang Qing clenched his fist as he watched the two walk away.
On their way back from dinner, they happened to run into two other roommates who lived in rooms one and two. They were ranked thirty-five and thirty-six on the leaderboard, which was significantly higher than Ren Pingsheng's and Chu Xiao's ranks of forty-five and forty-six. The four exchanged brief pleasantries and remembered each other's names before going about their own business.
Ren Pingsheng returned to his room and opened the book "Snow State" again, reading it carefully. Then, calming his mind, he recalled the two sword techniques demonstrated by an outer sect disciple during the aptitude test a few days ago. He mentally mimicked them and then stood up to pick up the fine iron long sword beside him, heading to the front hall to practice.
Each move was executed slowly, as if he wanted to perfect every technique to its utmost.
After several repetitions, the fine iron sword began to move faster, his steps light and agile, with flashes of sword light wherever he went, resembling a sprite dancing in the room, captivating in its grace.
"This set of sword techniques emphasizes agility and change, but it still feels like something is missing; perhaps the techniques are incomplete!" Ren Pingsheng pondered. He had surprisingly not noticed this during the test. Suddenly, the tip of his sword trembled, and the dazzling sword light vanished completely, leaving everything that had just occurred like an illusion.
Without further thought, he changed his sword stance; the sense of agility instantly disappeared, replaced by a heavy and fierce aura that was sharp and overwhelming. Each strike felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds, capable of cleaving mountains and breaking peaks with unmatched dominance.
Those with slightly weaker wills would be unconsciously intimidated. After executing a set of techniques, the surrounding air currents roared and surged, demonstrating their formidable power.
"Indeed, this set of sword techniques also lacks something; it's not complete." Putting down the sword in his hand, Ren Pingsheng quietly sat down to savor the nuances between these two techniques.
What he didn't know was that the first set of techniques was called Flying Spirit Sword Technique, provided free for outer sect disciples to learn. The other set was called Mountain Cleaving Sword Technique, also offered for free.
During their practice, outer sect disciples had only used six moves from these two sets; the last three moves were considered lethal strikes and were not utilized. However, even with just six moves, they could be regarded as an independent sword technique.
Unexpectedly, after only practicing a few times, Ren Pingsheng had already detected their shortcomings. No wonder the silver-robed elder had classified him as having "Monsters" level aptitude during the test.
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