Chapter 10: Yang Lele
Not long later, a person emerged from the dense bushes, and another person also jumped out from the other side.
One was in front and one was behind—this pair was none other than Elder Sun and his disciple Mu Yan.
"You guys will regret it!"
Elder Sun didn’t dare to stay any longer because when that fair-faced young man had grabbed him earlier, he couldn’t even circulate his qi.
As he was already at the tenth level of the Body Refinement Realm, only those at the twelfth or thirteenth level could make him feel such strong pressure.
After the teacher left behind a ruthless statement, the disciples were naturally unwilling to show weakness either. "You guys, just wait for the Reliance Sect’s revenge!"
However, Wen Ping merely responded calmly, "Just walk straight ahead, I won’t send you off."
"Hmph!"
Elder Sun coldly snorted. But when his gaze shifted to Yun Liao, his countenance involuntarily shuddered.
After the two of them left with their tails in between their legs, Wen Ping carried the wooden sign and spoke to Yun Liao, "Elder Yun, the mission of carrying the table will be left to you."
Yun Liao nodded speechlessly.
"You can carry the wooden sign too."
"Oh."
Just when Wen Ping was preparing to return to the peak of the Cloudmist Mountain, the system voice rang out in his ear.
"Congratulations to the host for attracting a 15-year-old cultivator at the fifth level of Body Refinement Realm. Moreover, he is very rich. He might come here tomorrow or even today."
"Is he finally here?"
Wen Ping felt thankful. The power of this attraction was truly heaven-defying.
"However...host, he might come, but whether or not you can make him stay, that will depend on your own capabilities."
"Don’t worry. As long as he comes, I don’t believe he will be willing to leave." Wen Ping laughed heartily. He then glanced at Yun Liao who had no idea why he was laughing. "I’m fine, I just feel that the Elder Sun who was tossed out by you earlier was pretty funny."
"Just a dancing clown," Yun Liao calmly replied.
"Go, let’s return!"
After patting Yun Liao’s shoulder, Wen Ping headed toward the mountain peak.
...
The Yang Clan had been in the silk business in Cangwu City for a hundred years. Moreover, ever since twenty years ago, the clothes of more than half of the people in Cangwu City were made from the silk cloth that the Yang Clan sold, so they were definitely wallowing in money.
It was a pity that their clan had never produced a cultivator. So, no matter how rich they were, they couldn’t truly be considered powerful and influential among the clans in Cangwu City.
Because of this, the Yang Clan leader from that generation had started to put in a lot of effort to nurture the latter generations in cultivation. He was even willing to pay huge amounts of money to invite cultivators to their clan to teach.
Twenty years later, talents began emerging from the clan. Sadly, the son of the current sect leader, Yang Lele, was trash without the slightest doubt.
He was 14 years old but still at the first level of the Body Refinement Realm.
Just when everyone thought it was impossible for him to walk the path of cultivation, this Yang Lele suddenly shocked everyone.
He broke through four levels in the span of a single year. Moreover, during his clan competition a few days ago, he even became the champion.
Hence, the people of the Yang Clan decided to send Yang Lele to join a cultivation sect. However, despite the Reliance Sect being much closer, this Yang Lele wanted to go to the Immortal Sect, which had declined. Feeling helpless, Yang Lele’s father could only ask the butler to accompany his son to view the Immortal Sect.
"Young Master, during this one year, many elders and disciples of the Immortal Sect have joined the Reliance Sect. In addition, they even brought the stuff from the Immortal Sect over there, including cultivation arts. If you go to the Immortal Sect now, you won’t be able to learn anything,"
The old butler following Yang Lele sincerely tried to persuade his young master, hoping that he really wouldn’t join the Immortal Sect.
"Didn’t you hear the stories? The Immortal Sect has started to accept disciples, but many cultivators have gone over and were rejected with no exceptions. Do you think the Immortal Sect dares to do this if they have no confidence?"
"Young Master, you only know a little thing about this. The recruitment standard set by the Immortal Sect is too harsh, and the majority of the people are only there to watch a good show. Besides, the matters of people getting rejected are just rumors, don’t take them seriously."
"According to what you say, I really shouldn’t go to the Immortal Sect, huh?"
"The Reliance Sect is better."
"I think I better go and take a look. Anyway, it’s not like I will join the Immortal Sect for sure." Actually, Yang Lele also couldn’t find a reason why he wanted to go to the Immortal Sect.
In any case, he could sense a type of energy attracting him, silently telling him in his heart that he definitely had to join the Immortal Sect.
Such a feeling was extremely wondrous.
Hence, Yang Lele no longer wasted time with the butler. He directly headed to the western side of Cangwu City and ascended the Cloudmist Mountain.
Being over 60 years old, the butler felt helpless and could only follow his young master up the Immortal Sect.
After ascending the 1,000 steps, Yang Lele stood on the plaza below the main hall as he surveyed the grand and imposing main hall.
When his gaze focused on the tiger statue that seemed as though it wanted to leap, his heart was filled with incomparable shock.
Truly majestic!
Although this sect had declined, it was still something a newly risen 1-star sect like the Reliance Sect couldn’t compare to.
However, after walking two steps forward, Yang Lee didn’t see anyone at all. Even the main hall was empty.
After a few breaths of time, Yang Lele already felt like descending the mountain, but when he turned, he saw a man standing outside the main hall.
His face was as fair as jade, exuding elegance. When the bit of light from the setting sun cascaded down on him, the color of the evening only seemed to act as a background that further emphasized his appearance.
Yun Liao asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Eh, don’t misunderstand. I heard that the Immortal Sect was recruiting, hence, I came here to take a look." Yang Lele could see that Yun Liao’s expression was ice-cold, and he also knew that it was too abrupt of him to barge into the main hall like this. Hence, he hurriedly explained while feeling embarrassed.
"Are you certain?"
Yun Liao focused and checked the youth’s cultivation base. He was at the fifth level of the Body Refinement Realm. After that, Yun Liao continued to ask, "How old are you now?"
"I just turned 15."
"How strange, I thought the Immortal Sect has been in decline for a year? How is it that so many people are still coming?" Yun Liao mumbled in bewilderment. After that, the casual, carefree, and relaxed expression of Wen Ping from back then flashed in his mind.
"Senior, what are you saying?"
"Nothing, you can follow me. My sect leader is the one responsible for the matter of recruitment." Yun Liao then turned and brought Yang Lele to the gravity field. When they were about to arrive, Yun Liao suddenly recalled a matter. He quickly asked Yang Lele who was behind him, "Since you want to join the sect, did you bring enough money?"
Yang Lele started and asked in puzzlement, "Bring money?"
"I...if you want to join the Immortal Sect, you have to pay 1,000 gold." Yun Liao felt a little unused to this as he repeated the words Wen Ping had told him.
"Joining the sect requires so much money?"
Yang Lele was dumbfounded, and even the old butler beside him was somewhat shocked. He had originally thought that the 1,000 gold entry fee was just a rumor.
On the other hand, Yun Liao didn’t say anything after seeing their expressions, so he brought the two of them outside the gravity field and said, "Our sect leader is within."
"Just come over and sit down. Do you want to drink tea to soothe your thirst?" At this moment, Wen Ping’s voice rang out from the front.
After taking not more than two steps forward, they could see Wen Ping sitting behind a stone table.
Seeing the young appearance of the Immortal Sect Leader, Yang Lele suddenly had no more mood to stay in the Immortal Sect.
"The rule of using the gravity field: Ordinary disciples can use it for six hours a day and they have to pay ten gold coins every two hours."
After looking at the information on the sign, Yang Lele thought about the 1,000 gold entrance fee before he finally understood that the Immortal Sect had declined so much that it became a place for the sect leader to swindle money.
"Young master, let us leave. They are swindlers," the old butler at the side whispered in a low voice.
However, no matter how soft the voice was, Wen Ping could still hear it.
Wen Ping then spoke, "Elder Yun, you have spent the money and used the gravity field before. Why don’t you explain more about it to them?"