readsfreenovel Chapter 577 Apprenticeship
Chapter 577 Apprenticeship
Lin Ci'an looked at the image in the mirror, the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously.
(It turns out that my deepest desire is... my senior brother.)
"Blood feud is not just evil."
Xuan Xiao's voice was like a cold spring hitting a stone. "You can teach me."
"Perform the ceremony of paying respect to the teacher."
The sound of bells resounded through the mountains.
In the square in front of Lingxiao Palace, three thousand outer disciples stood in formation.
Around the nine-meter-high altar in the center, thirty-six spiritual swords are suspended, representing the recognition of each peak.
Lin Ci'an walked up to the altar with the Tiangang Steps. With every step he took, a spiritual sword made a humming sound.
When he stepped onto the last step, all the spirit swords groaned at the same time - this was extremely rare in the history of the Sword Sect.
"kneel."
The voice of Immortal Master Xuanxiao came from the clouds.
Lin Ci'an lifted his robe and knelt down, resting his forehead on the cold jade floor.
He could feel countless gazes piercing his back, the hottest of which came from the audience seats on the right - Chu Ziyu was looking at him, his face still a little pale.
Lin Ci'an held up a jade teacup in both hands. The tea soup was clear as jade, and three pieces of magical tea leaves floated in the curling white mist, symbolizing the three elements of "heaven, earth, and man".
He walked three steps on his knees, knelt in front of Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable's seat, and raised the teacup above his eyebrows:
"Master, please have some tea."
Xuan Xiao lowered his eyes, and when he took the teacup, his fingertips touched Lin Ci'an and separated.
The moment the tea entered his throat, a lightning pattern appeared at the bottom of the cup.
"good."
"I now accept Lin Ci'an into my Xuanxiao sect as the fourth disciple."
Xuan Xiao nodded, and a black jade token flew out from his sleeve and hung in front of Lin Ci'an.
The token was as black as ink, but contained fragmented silver light like a galaxy. The word "Xuan Xiao" was engraved on the front, and Lin Ci'an's name was on the back. At this moment, it was slowly engraved into shape by a wisp of thunder spiritual power, and each stroke was as deeply embedded as a sword mark.
"Holding this order, you can enter the Sutra Library below the third floor and receive thirty high-quality spirit stones every month."
Xuan Xiao tapped his fingertips lightly, and the token turned into a stream of light and sank into Lin Ci'an's brow. "If you encounter a life-or-death crisis, crush the token and I will use my sword."
With another wave of his hand, a long sword wrapped in lightning fell from the sky and hung in front of Lin Ci'an.
"I give you the sword 'Jingzhe', hoping that you will keep your heart and uphold justice."
Lin Ci'an took the sword with both hands, and the sword body immediately burst out with dazzling lightning.
He endured the pain of the burning meridians and raised the Jingzhe Sword steadily above his head:
"I, Lin Ci'an, my disciple, will never let down my teacher's kindness in this life."
After the ceremony, Lin Ci'an turned to his three senior brothers.
Xie Wuchen accepted his greeting expressionlessly and threw a piece of thousand-year-old cold iron to him: "Melting it in when forging the sword."
Su Xiaohe stuffed a bag of medicine bottles into his hand: "Hemostasis, spiritual tonic, lightning protection... all with labels!"
When it was Chu Ziyu's turn, this second senior brother took out a sword tassel from his waist - black silk wrapped with silver thread, with an amber spirit bead at the end, and a pear blossom sealed inside.
"This is the Heart Protecting Jade that my master gave me when I was a disciple."
He tied the sword tassel to the Jingzhe sword with his own hands and said, "I will give it to my junior brother today."
Lin Ci'an suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Brother's injury..."
He stared at the piece of gauze exposed at Chu Ziyu's sleeve, and said in a trembling voice, "Does it still hurt?"
The whole place was shocked.
According to etiquette, the new disciple should kneel down to thank the gift. How can he pull his senior brother in public?
Chu Ziyu chuckled and let him hold it. He rubbed the boy's head with his other hand and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Everything went smoothly for Chu Ziyu, but Mo Xue encountered many twists and turns.
As the guardian, Mo Xue returned to the Demon King's Palace to report a day later on the pretext of clearing out the remaining forces.
There was a faint fire in the hall, and the candles on the nine dragon-shaped pillars flickered without wind.
"Reporting to the Demon King, Qingshan Town has been cleared as planned. The remaining forces have also been recovered."
Mo Xue knelt on one knee, with her nine tails hanging down obediently, and the silver rings on the tips of her tails collided with each other, making crisp sounds.
The hem of the black robe was stained with undried blood, leaving dark marks on the bluestone floor.
The shadow on the throne moved, and a pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened.
"I heard...you met someone from the Tianxuan Sword Sect?"
The demon king's voice was like sandpaper rubbing against dry bones, and every word carried a creepy echo.
Mo Xue's tail tip was barely noticeable. "He was a Jindan-stage sword cultivator, with a young boy who had not yet entered the sect. I wanted to deal with them together, but the sword cultivator unexpectedly triggered a thunderbolt..."
"waste!"
The demon king suddenly jumped up, and a black light hit Mo Xue's face!
"boom!"
Mo Xue was knocked flying heavily, and his back broke two stone pillars before he stopped.
He coughed up blood but remained kneeling.
"Please punish me, Your Majesty."
When he lowered his head, a cold light flashed in his golden pupils - if the attack just now was really from a Jindan-stage demon, his meridians would have been severed by now.
(The old guy is really ruthless...)