"Seeds?"
Qin Hao was completely puzzled, rubbed his eyes, and upon opening them, found himself in a vast area. The surroundings were lush with greenery, and the sun shone directly overhead. This should be the outer area of the Immortal Mansion.
In front of him stood an elderly man in a spotless Taoist robe, his face showing a hint of delight.
"Who is this old man?"
Qin Hao scrutinized the old man carefully, his expression full of confusion.
Wasn’t this Secret Realm supposed to be inaccessible to those over thirty?
This old man, with his gray hair, must be fifty or sixty years old, right?
"Not bad, encountering a stranger without panic. Young man, it’s not surprising that you’ve passed the Martial Ancestor’s test with such composure."
The old man clicked his tongue in wonder, finding Qin Hao increasingly pleasing to the eye.
"Wait a minute!"
Qin Hao couldn’t help but speak up, "Sir, what on earth are you talking about? What Martial Ancestor’s test, what seeds and so on?"
"Let’s talk about that later." The old man shook his head slightly, his face turning solemn: "Young man, would you be willing to join my Hua Celestial Sect?"
"What?"
Qin Hao looked utterly dumbfounded; was this being taken in as a disciple?
Quickly, upon realizing it, he immediately shook his head, "No, I wouldn’t."
Qin Hao had many bad habits, but joining other people’s sects, he had not.
"Hmm?"
The old man’s face froze, clearly taken aback by Qin Hao’s response.
But soon, his expression turned amicable, "So suddenly taking you as a disciple was indeed too hasty on my part. How about this, young man, come back with me first."
He said, reaching his big hand over.
Qin Hao instinctively wanted to dodge, but before his body could move, he was grabbed by the collar by the old man’s hand.
"What!"
Qin Hao was suddenly shocked.
The old man’s technique seemed ordinary, but hidden within was a formidable power that was hard to refuse.
Under the control of this power, he couldn’t even move.
"Who is this old man, and how could he control me for no reason?"
His mind filled with confusion, Qin Hao slowly reasoned, his expression turning to astonishment. A common martial artist couldn’t possibly have such strength. Could it be the Immortal Race?
Flutter, flutter!
A noise came from behind, the vegetation covering the cave entrance rustled aside, and a figure emerged from it.
"Huh, there’s someone else?"
The old man looked at the newcomer with a look of surprise.
At this moment, the newly appeared person locked eyes on Qin Hao, "You trash! You still haven’t left!"
Qin Hao quickly turned his head and exclaimed, "Wang Xuance, why are you here too?"
"Hmph!"
Wang Xuance just snorted, and from the cave entrance, a series of people emerged, the very talents who had just fled.
As more people arrived, this place soon filled up with five or six individuals.
The old man glanced over the crowd, his eyes brimming with undeniable astonishment. How did so many people manage to pass the Martial Ancestor’s trial this time? How peculiar.
The emerging talents were all filled with the joy of surviving a catastrophe, except for Wang Xuance, who was furious, "Qin Hao, when did you call for reinforcements? If you are a man, come duel with me!"
Just as he finished speaking, Qin Hao pointed at the old man and said, "Wang Xuance, this is my new master. If you dare to mess with me, see if you can get past him first!"
"Master?"
Everyone, including Wang Xuance, looked over, slightly surprised.
"How is there an old man here?"
"Strange, wasn’t it said that the Secret Realm automatically prohibits people over thirty from entering?"
"This old man, with his silvery hair, looks quite dignified."
...
Unlike everyone’s curiosity, Wang Xuance didn’t pay it any mind, scoffing, "Wherever did you find this old geezer, thinking he can scare me..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man’s expression turned displeased, flicking his fingers.
Whoosh!
A streak of light shot out from between his fingers, piercing through Wang Xuance’s shoulder, erupting with a burst of blood.
Wang Xuance screamed in pain, falling to the ground, looking at the old man with horror.
Who truly is this old man?
Why can’t I evade his Inner Strength?!
As Wang Xuance fell to his injury, everyone on the scene felt a chill in their hearts, looking at the old man with extreme reverence.
Even Qin Hao, beside the old man, felt a slight shiver in his heart.
This is not Inner Strength at all; it’s Spiritual Qi! Is this old man really related to the Immortal Race?!
With a conclusion forming in his mind, he was both shocked and delighted.
"Hmph! Young people with such foul language are unworthy!"
The old man sternly glared at Wang Xuance.
But he had misunderstood Wang Xuance.
Usually, Wang Xuance was gentle, well-read, akin to a scholar in ancient times.
But today, he was infuriated by Qin Hao, losing his cool and going slightly mad.
"I..." Wang Xuance felt the pain in his shoulder twist his very soul.
Under that excruciating pain, he couldn’t utter a single word.
The old man couldn’t be bothered with Wang Xuance lying on the ground, turning to survey the surroundings, "You all have passed the Martial Ancestor’s test, so now, all of you shall enter our Huashan Sect!"
"Huashan Sect? What is that?"
The crowd was bewildered.
The old man found it troublesome to bring all these people without clarification, so he explained, "The cave dwelling you just experienced was a trial set by our Huashan Sect’s Founding Master. Passing the trial means you are qualified to become disciples of Huashan Sect!"
Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized and started grumbling.
"Damn! So that’s what it’s all about!"
"I was wondering why I didn’t see any treasures, just a bunch of troublesome matters!"
"So despicable! I ventured life and death, only to be told of this so-called position?"
"Silence!"
The old man frowned, shouting.
Immediately, gales rose, and the ground trembled fiercely.
Everyone’s face turned horrified, pale as if lifeless.
This old man’s mere shout causing wind and ground to quake?
This was too terrifying!
Seeing everyone hushed, the old man coldly said, "Though you have the qualification to enter our Huashan Sect, I am warning you. Remember, there are many rules within the sect; under no circumstances should you violate them, or the consequences will be severe!"
The crowd fell silent, as if facing the cold of winter.
Only Qin Hao wasn’t nervous, thoughtfully asking, "Old... Master, don’t you care about our backgrounds?"
In terms of latching onto someone powerful, Qin Hao was quite adept.
The term "Master" rolled off his tongue without awkwardness at all.
The old man gave Qin Hao a sidelong glance, slightly softening his demeanor, "Of course, I’m aware of your backgrounds, from the outside world, right? But it doesn’t matter, our Huashan Sect embraces all races, as long as you are earnest in your studies, bringing glory to the sect, everything can be forgiven."
This statement surprised Qin Hao a bit.
Wasn’t it said that the Immortal Race and the Ancient Martial Family were like water and fire?
Why is this old man willing to forgive the Ancient Martial Family’s sins?
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