Before he finished speaking, Zhong Suxian stirred up his magic power, and several gusts of breeze appeared out of thin air around the new disciples beside him, wrapping them up and taking them flying out.
Han Changlin and several other new disciples were dumbfounded.
The late-stage foundation-building monks from other peaks also used their magic power to lead the new disciples out of the hall.
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"Okay, this is Hong Yue Peak. Junior Brother Yang, you will take them to Hong Yue Palace next. Senior Brother, I remembered that I have other urgent matters and will leave first."
After Zhu Dehai brought Han Changlin and others to the foot of Hongyue Peak, he whispered to a middle-aged foundation-building monk who was already waiting here.
"Yes, since I wish you, senior brother, if you have something urgent, go ahead and get busy. Junior brother will take care of it here."
When the monk surnamed Yang heard this, he said calmly.
"Well, that's it."
Seeing this, Zhu Dehai said nothing more, then without even looking at Han Changlin and others, he set up a giant sword and magic weapon the size of a door panel and headed towards the top of the mountain.
Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with the new Hong Yuefeng disciple this time.
But think about it, the only disciple with double spiritual roots failed to win, and among the eight new disciples who joined his Hong Yue Peak, there were five monks with four spiritual roots and three monks with three spiritual roots.
Moreover, among the three three spiritual root monks, although their cultivation levels are all at the eighth level of Qi training, two of them are already in their twenties and seventies, so there is no chance of breaking through to the foundation building stage.
As for Han Changlin and other four spiritual root monks, he didn't take it to heart at all.
After Zhu Dehai left, Yang Songsheng led a few people and continued towards Hong Yuefeng.
Hongyue Peak towers into the clouds, and the part exposed above the clouds is probably hundreds of feet high.
Moreover, the top of the mountain is actually covered with white snow. Under the reflection of the golden sun, it emits colorful rays of light. It is really like a fairyland and beautiful.
Han Changlin made a rough estimate and found that the six peaks, including Hongyue Peak, were at least over a hundred miles in area.
Soon, Han Changlin and others, led by the monk surnamed Yang, headed towards the top of the mountain along a long and narrow bluestone road.
After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, we arrived at a relatively large square.
Directly opposite the square, there is a main hall.
The main hall is not big, only about half an acre. In addition to a few supporting pillars, there are four long stone platforms in the depths. Behind each stand four middle-aged men in golden robes, as well as a few There were five or six people standing who looked like outer disciples.
Not long after the monk surnamed Yang came in with Han Changlin and others, they saw a young man with an elegant face and seemingly very easy-going walking towards them.
"Nephew of the ancient master, these are the new outer disciples who have started this time, and they are also your new junior brothers and sisters."
The monk surnamed Yang pointed at Han Changlin and others and said to the young man.
Then he pointed at the young man and continued:
"This is your senior brother Gu. He is mainly responsible for taking care of most of the chores for the outer disciples in the mountain."
"These junior brothers and sisters have made great achievements in the past. If you need anything in the mountains in the future, you can come to me directly."
Gu Youwei cupped his fists at Han Changlin and the other eight new disciples, and said with a smile.
Han Changlin and others did not dare to neglect and bowed in return.
"Okay, you will naturally gradually understand the relevant matters within the sect from now on. I remembered that I still have something urgent to do, so I left first."
"Nephew of the ancient master, you first register the names of the eight of them and receive some relevant things. Then you can arrange a place for them to live. Also, remember to inform them of the rules and taboos of the sect so that they will not violate them. Mistakes you shouldn’t have made and you will be punished.”
Seeing that Han Changlin and others were very humble and polite, the monk surnamed Yang couldn't help but nodded, and then continued to give instructions.
Afterwards, he no longer cared about Han Changlin and others, turned around and headed out of the hall.
"Eight junior brothers and sisters, please!"
After Gu Youwei saw the figure of the monk surnamed Yang leaving the hall, he looked at Han Changlin and the others and said politely to them.
Then, he led Han Changlin and others towards one of the free stone platforms.
The monk behind the stone platform obviously also knew that new disciples would come to go through the formalities today. He had already placed a roster on the stone platform.
When he saw Han Changlin and others coming over, he opened the book without Gu Youwei's instructions and turned to a page without any writing on it.
"You are now my outer disciples, Hong Yuefeng. According to the rules, you must leave your name and a drop of blood in this book."
"But don't worry, everyone. The drop of blood left behind will not have any impact on you. It mainly allows the sect to know your life and death. It will not have any restrictions on you, unlike the control and restriction spells restricted by the soul. There is a fundamental difference.”
"Okay, now everyone line up and go to the left, write down your names one by one, and leave a drop of your own blood."
Hearing that a drop of his own blood was to be left behind, Han Changlin murmured in his heart.
However, when he saw the indifferent expressions on many other people's faces, he gradually let go of his worries.
In his memory, the original owner had seen a miscellaneous note written by someone I didn't know.
There is a long paragraph in it that introduces a secret technique among some quite large sects that can immediately tell whether a disciple within the sect has been killed.
Moreover, this miscellaneous note also introduces several coping methods. In short, they are extremely cruel, and it is obvious that it is written by an evil cultivator.
Soon it was Han Changlin's turn. Just like the person in front, he first held a brush and wrote the word "Han Changlin" neatly in the blank space.
Then he stretched out his finger and took out a ray of mana that turned into a sharp needle. He pricked his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood, which fell on the book in front of him.
At the same time, the book also emitted a strange gray fluorescence, which quickly melted away the drop of Han Changlin's blood, and a red seal was stamped on the word Han Changlin.
Under the guidance of the deacon disciple, Han Changlin and others left their names in a book one by one, and received a jade plaque and two golden clothes representing the outer disciples of Lan Yue Peak.
After seeing that everyone was finished, Gu Youwei greeted everyone, turned around and walked out of the hall with them, and headed down the mountain.
Han Changlin and others, led by Gu Youwei, crossed the square and returned the way they came.
Walking on the bluestone road again.
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