The number of residences is limited, with red residences being the most and purple residences being the least. Each residence has a corresponding door key, and the residence is equipped with a formation restriction. Only the person holding the door key can control the restriction switch.
The Korean owner told everyone that everyone can freely receive a door key, but the residence can be captured and exchanged.
"In other words, even if you receive Ziju's door key, if someone comes to challenge you and cannot beat the opponent, the door key will be exported. Is this what you mean, Zhile?" someone asked.
Tang Zhile: "Yes, so we have to act within our capabilities and don't set the goal too high, otherwise we will lose face and move."
Everyone couldn't help but be amused by his statement.
Some people couldn't help but mutter: "This is a bit unfair. Before you even get started, you start to classify people into three, six or nine grades. Then those children and teenagers who have not yet entered the path of cultivation will suffer a lot."
Perhaps after hearing these words, Master Han said calmly: "For those under the age of sixteen who have not entered the path of cultivation, our sect has another set of selection methods, and they will not live with you."
The person who spoke before was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and his companion lowered his voice and said: "You are stupid. What the major sects like most are young seedlings who have not practiced yet. There is no need for us to worry about them."
The man suddenly realized.
Jing Yingrong stared at the door keys of seven colors and let the three voices in the sea of consciousness talk.
Ji Jie Bi: "Back then, there were four levels in the universe, but now there are seven."
Ji Sha Jian: "It's ugly to name it after a color."
Jiyanzhu: "Hahaha, it's just for convenience. I think there are probably too many people coming now, and the four levels are not enough."
Jijiebi: "It seems that Taichu Guan later developed quite well. If Li Chengkong was still here, I don't know what he would think."
Ji Sha Jian: "He? He doesn't care about this at all."
Ji Yanzhu: "That's not necessarily true. He can be quite petty sometimes, and he might get sulky, hahahaha——"
Ji Jie Bi also chuckled.
Everyone was discussing which color door key to receive, but Yin Xueze took a purple door key without saying a word.
Someone who behaved similarly to him was Jing Yingrong.
Tang Zhile's face was full of astonishment, mixed with a hint of worry, and he said to Jing Yingrong: "Don't follow Brother Yin's example. There are many Jindan monks participating in the conference, and you will be targeted."
Jing Yingrong: "I can beat him."
Tang Zhile was speechless for a moment.
"It's true... Then be careful. We are all in Qingju. If anything happens, remember to come and find us."
He warned with concern.
Jing Yingrong: "Okay."
After everyone selected the door keys, the leader of the Han Hall announced: "The disciple recruitment meeting will officially begin in one month. During this period, you are not allowed to leave the ancestral city and you can move freely in the ancestral city. As for the precautions in the city , you all have jade slips in your respective rooms for viewing."
The leader of the Han Hall suddenly looked stern and said coldly: "Remember, you are not allowed to make trouble in the city. If you make trouble, you will be immediately disqualified from participating in the meeting and will not be allowed to enter the ancestral city for three hundred years."
Everyone responded in unison.
After handling some trivial procedures, everyone went to their respective residences.
There are still many people from the hotel who have not arrived, so the Purple House is also quite empty. Yin Xueze chose a room at random and walked towards it. Jing Yingrong followed him, aiming for a room adjacent to his chosen residence.
Halfway through, a group of people appeared at the corner ahead. The group of people were wearing flaming red robes, and all of them were of impressive appearance. The young man leading the group was even more handsome and upright. His outer robe was embroidered with intricate flame patterns. He obviously had the highest status among the group of people.
The other party came towards them and happened to face Yin Xueze and Jing Yingrong. The handsome young man was slightly startled, then raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You are here too."
When the young man spoke, he stared at Yin Xueze intently, his pupils glowing golden, like bright sunlight.
But the other companions behind him had angry expressions on their faces, and they all looked at Yin Xueze with hostility.
Yin Xueze's reaction was very cold. He just said "hmm" and prepared to walk by without looking away.
Unexpectedly, the young man suddenly stretched out his arms and blocked Yin Xueze.
Yin Xueze glanced at him, and the next moment, the Mo Prison Gun had already taken action.
The young man also had the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment. Soon after, a long sword suddenly appeared in front of him. The golden light of the sword shone like a scorching sun, blocking the incoming divine spear.
There is no distinction between top and bottom.
Yin Xueze was filled with murderous intent and said: "Get out."
The young man's eyes were burning, but he smiled and said: "If you have the ability, you can go there by yourself."
Seeing that the battle was about to break out, Jing Yingrong said: "Private fights are not allowed where you live. You can go to the competition ground."
Only then did the young man notice Jing Yingrong, "This fellow Taoist is...?"
Jing Yingrong reported his name, and then said in a descriptive tone: "You are the Di Rong clan."
The young man nodded and smiled: "Exactly, I am Wu Yaochen, the young master of the Dirong clan."
Jing Yingrong: "Who are you Wu Mingquan?"
Wu Yaochen was startled and said, "It's my grandmother."
Jing Yingrong nodded.
Ji Jie Bi: "This junior has a bit of the style of Quan Yatou back then."
Ji Yanzhu: "Hey, I don't know what his parents are like, but the Taoist monk Jun Yatou found is quite good."
Yin Xueze held the Mo Prison Gun and said word by word: "Would you like to go to the competition ground?"
Wu Yaochen returned his attention. He put away his sword and smiled frivolously: "No, I have something to do, so I won't tease you anymore."
Yin Xueze looked at him coldly and said nothing.
At this time, a voice full of surprise suddenly came from not far away: "Brother Xueze!"
Everyone present followed the sound and saw a tall, thin young man running towards him, and several servants following him shouted: "Master, please slow down!"
Seeing the young man, the expression on Yin Xueze's face softened in a rare way, and all his anger subsided.
The young man ran forward and hugged Yin Xueze's shoulders. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was taller than Yin Xueze.
"I knew you would come. I originally wanted to go to Zhenwuyuan with you, but my old man wouldn't let me go. He had to find a group of people to follow me. I was really annoyed."
The young man kept talking, and his servants did not dare to come close, so they could only watch from the side.
The young man asked again: "Where do you live? Have you chosen a place?"
Yin Xueze pointed in the direction: "There."
The young man glanced at it, turned to one of the Golden Core servants and said, "Go, bring your things, and we'll move them over."
The Jindanqi servant lowered his head and said respectfully: "Yes, young master."
The young man held Yin Xueze in his arms and walked forward. Yin Xueze passed by Wu Yaochen without even looking at him.
Wu Yaochen smiled with interest, and then led the other tribesmen away.
