Yanshan, towering over the seas of Northern Continent, towers over all the other lords, making clouds and rain with a flick of his hand. Even the slightest drop of dew from the immortal gate that reaches the mortal world will attract millions of people.

It is neither difficult nor easy to enter Yanshan.

Shen Yimian worshipped Yanshan that year. He still remembered that it was not long after he came here. He was young and full of vigor at that time, and felt that he could become a leader in the world of cultivation. As a result, he happened to run into a disciple of Yanshan who came out of the mountain to fight demons, that is, one of his former senior brothers.

Blood flowed like a river, corpses were everywhere, and broken limbs were flying all over the place.

Shen Yimian's young and fragile heart was greatly hurt.

Seeing that he was a demon and was also handsome, the disciple kindly saved his life from the evil cultivator and brought Zuo Lingfeng back to be the disciple of the Immortal Qinghu.

No ability, just luck.

Relying on this face, Si Wuxing accepted him without saying a word. After testing his spiritual veins, he found out that he had extremely poor talent and was just a half-baked and useless fox demon, so he never assigned him any tasks to do.

In contrast, the other senior brothers and sisters were always assigned tasks by their superiors because they were too capable, and were eventually killed by the evil cultivators.

He is the only useless guy left in the whole sect, left to be taken care of by the master in his old age.

I slapped Si Wuxing twice last night, and sure enough, I heard him swear that he would not accept any disciples, and if he broke the oath, he would be impotent for ten years.

Shen Yimian felt much more at ease. If the male protagonist could still squeeze into Zuo Lingfeng like this, there was only one possibility.

The male protagonist must be a rare talent, as handsome as him, otherwise he really couldn't understand why Si Wuxing wanted to accept a disciple.

There is only one day left until the apprenticeship ceremony.

Early in the morning, as soon as Shen Yimian entered the palace, he saw a servant boy who served Si Wuxing coming out in a panic and waving at him, "Brother, come here."

Although these boys are not considered Yanshan's regular staff, they still call him "senior brother".

Shen Yimian stood up and walked into the inner hall. Behind the screen, Si Wuxing had a cold expression on his face and was obviously angry.

"Master, what's wrong?" he asked cautiously.

Si Wuxing raised his hand, and the children on both sides immediately helped him put on his coat, and by the way, they explained to Si Wuxing who was furious.

"The elders from the main peak sent someone to deliver a list."

"He said that he wanted Master to accept all the people on the list as his disciples."

"There are many demons up there, even some of Master's own kind."

"The person who delivered the list also said that if Master doesn't respond, the elders will ask Master to leave Yanshan."

The two children argued with each other, and Shen Yimian quickly figured out what was going on.

What do you mean by "please leave Yanshan"? It's obvious that they have wanted to drive them away for a long time.

They wanted to force Si Wuxing to continue training demon disciples who would work for the human race, otherwise they would expel Si Wuxing from Yanshan.

Shen Yimian was also furious after hearing this.

These bastards!

"Master, I'm going to go and reason with them." Shen Yimian angrily grabbed the list on the table and was about to leave. However, he had only taken two steps when his feet suddenly stopped and he could not move forward any further.

It is Si Wuxing's immobilization spell.

Shen Yimian was stunned for a moment and looked back. Si Wuxing was looking at the wild cranes flying high outside the window. His eyes were shrouded in the shadows of clouds and bamboo, and his emotions could not be seen clearly.

"What's the point of reasoning? I'm just accepting you as my disciple, so that's it." He turned to look at Shen Yimian and said softly, "I want to tell you that I can no longer keep the oath I made last night."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yimian's heart skipped a beat. He felt as if fate was really developing according to that damn plot. He knew that Si Wuxing had no other choice but to do this.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Yimian raised his eyelashes and asked softly, "When I become a new disciple, will the master dislike me for being stupid?"

Si Wuxing laughed for no reason, "What you said is true. Even now, I, the master, feel disgusted."

“…”That’s okay.

After leaving the inner hall with the list, he suddenly remembered something.

Could it be that the male protagonist's name is on this list?

He quickly flattened the list that he had just crumpled up and examined it carefully.

After watching for a long time, everyone looks like the male protagonist to him now.

With his IQ, he definitely couldn't guess it, and he would only know by meeting the person.

Now that things have come to this, there is no other choice, so he will go and meet this junior brother Long Aotian!

*

On the day of the apprenticeship ceremony, Shen Yimian changed into Yanshan Taoist robes and followed Si Wuxing on the white crane chariot to the main mountain.

The master and the disciple each put a bag of melon seeds in their pockets and cracked them while throwing them around.

The outline of the main mountain was visible in the distance, drifting clouds drifting off to either side. A hundred-foot-tall golden palace towered into the clouds. To the east, west, and south, each stood a raised platform, all constructed of white jade and silver bricks, engraved with auspicious beasts: phoenixes, qilins, and pixiu. The railings were festooned with copper coins and yellow talismans used for prayers. The air was thick with mist, creating a celestial wonderland.

"When we get to the main mountain, the Luanfeng Terrace will be filled with elders and immortals. The Sect Master isn't coming today, and you're not high enough to sit on the Pixiu Terrace with other disciples. Don't cause trouble." Si Wuxing gave a few instructions, thought for a moment, and then said, "It's okay to cause trouble, but just don't mention your master's name."

Shen Yimian whispered, "My disciple doesn't cause trouble. I have always been honest and cherish my life. If someone steps on my face, I will only ask if their shoes are dirty."

"Good job."

The master and his disciple arrived at the spacious altar in front of the main hall. On both sides of the altar, a long line of attendants stretched as far as the eye could see. The attendants bowed and saluted. Someone raised his voice and said,

"The Immortal Zuo Lingfeng Qinghu has arrived—"

These children would not even bother to learn from an unknown disciple like Shen Yimian.

Si Wuxing went to Luanfeng Terrace under the guidance of the boy, and Shen Yimian also followed the boy to Pixiu Terrace.

The cold jade steps climbed up the platform like a spiral staircase. The boy followed Shen Yimian silently. Suddenly, he quickly pushed Shen Yimian aside and walked up the steps, running attentively towards a young man in a sky-blue Taoist robe on the platform.

Shen Yimian was almost pushed down the stairs by him, with half of his body leaning on the railing. Looking at the ant-like crowd below the platform, he couldn't help but gasp.

"When did Senior Brother Ji come? Why didn't I see you at Tianyuan Gate just now?"

Following the sound, Shen Yimian climbed down from the railing, his eyes falling on the boy who was trying his best to please the little boy.

The disciples of Yanshan were assigned Taoist robes according to the levels of Tiandi Xuanhuang. The other person was wearing a Xuan-level Taoist robe, which was one level higher than his.

Damn snob.

Shen Yimian straightened his clothes and put back the hairpin that had been knocked crooked on his head. Then he heard Senior Brother Ji speak again, "It turned out to be Qiao'er. I came in from Kunyuan Gate. Where did you go to see me?"

He raised his eyes and saw that Senior Brother Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, and his fingers reached into the boy's waist and then slowly moved down, pinching the boy's buttocks hard, with a meaningful ending tone.

"Fuller again."

Hold.

Shen Yimian was blind. He cursed softly, looked around, and sat down in an empty seat farthest away from them.

The talent tests of the new disciples were completed yesterday. Today's apprenticeship ceremony is equivalent to an entrance ceremony, which has little to do with a small character like him.

Another person sat down at the table next to him. Shen Yimian glanced at him and continued to take out melon seeds to crack as if nothing had happened.

"Give me one."

Shen Yimian turned to look at him. He was a disciple who was also wearing a yellow-grade Taoist robe. He had a handsome appearance, was gentle and modest, and had polite manners. He didn't look like the type who would eat melon seeds in public.

After looking him up and down, Shen Yimian kindly took out a handful of money from his pocket and gave it to him.

The other party took the melon seeds and said politely, "Thank you. My name is Zuo Yan, and I am a disciple of Master Jingshui from Xianyue Peak. Which peak are you from?"

Shen Yimian: "My master told me not to tell anyone, so you can just call me Brother Shen."

Zuo Yan laughed, as if he guessed that his master was not that powerful, and did not ask any more questions.

After a while, the apprenticeship ceremony began with the sound of string music and drums.

Thousands of cranes flew behind the Luanfeng Terrace, and overwhelming spiritual energy poured down from the Luanfeng Terrace like a waterfall. Everyone present was immersed in the spiritual energy, feeling comfortable and refreshed.

The sound of the strings was vast and the beat of the drums was deep and touching. Shen Yimian couldn't help but sit up straighter and stretched his neck to look at the new disciples on the altar. However, the positions of the senior disciples in front were too high, blocking his view completely.

He looked at it for a long time, and finally sat back down and ate melon seeds.

Soon all the new disciples arrived, and the place was bustling with noise. The elder in charge of the main peak waved his hand, and the whole place fell silent. Then there was a lot of nonsense about welcoming the new students to register in our school.

The little children came in one after another, each holding carefully prepared fruits and snacks, and knelt respectfully beside the disciples to serve them.

Shen Yimian ate more happily, and Zuo Yan's curious voice rang in his ears, "I heard that the list of new disciples has been distributed to each peak yesterday. Do you have any talented disciples?"

"I don't know." Shen Yimian picked up a grape and put it in his mouth. "What about you guys?"

Zuo Yan sighed, "There are so many talented people out there. I'm afraid I'll never be able to escape this yellow-level Taoist robe."

Shen Yimian was too lazy to comfort him, but the other party was very excited, "Why don't we go to the front to see the new disciples?"

He subconsciously wanted to say no, but then he suddenly remembered that the male protagonist might be among the new disciples today.

As if possessed by a ghost, he nodded.

The two of them avoided the sight of the senior disciples and wanted to sneak into a corner, but they didn't expect that the corner was already crowded with low-level disciples who could not see the altar.

"Look at these new disciples, each one is more handsome than the other."

Is the focus a bit off, brother?

"Hey! Look over there!"

The onlookers and Shen Yimian all looked in the direction that the man pointed, and saw that on the altar, the clear skylight was shining on a young man who stood out from the crowd, as if God had given thousands of rays of light specifically to him.

She wore a plain, worn cloth garment the color of dusk cloud gray, with no adornment except for a Xiuyan jade necklace adorned with an indigo tourmaline shaped like dragon scales. Her cold, flawless face was defined by deep eye sockets, her eyebrows were just the right shade, and her eyelashes were dense and long, making her eyes appear dark and bottomless, as if they could contain and swallow up the entire skylight.

Like a thin mist on a distant mountain peak and the cold and clear light of a white moon and a lone star, it is clearly not enough to make people feel cold, but there is an lingering sense of eerie coldness.

Shen Yimian was stunned for a long time, and finally understood what the saying "everyone is eclipsed when he appears" in the novel meant. This person looks too authoritative.

He pushed Zuo Yan away and was about to take another look at the young man, but he saw that he suddenly turned his face to the side, like a beast locking onto its prey in the dark night, staring straight at Shen Yimian.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, without a smile or displeasure, but with a cold and damp look, as if he was a sophisticated instrument that could analyze even the smallest details, calmly and arrogantly dissecting and analyzing Shen Yimian to the bone.

In an instant, Shen Yimian's eyelashes trembled, and he staggered back half a step.

[Nailed to the bed, with melons and balls, castrated before being killed, and cut with a blunt knife...]

I remember it now, I remember it all.

Shen Yimian's legs went weak, luckily Zuo Yan reached out and grabbed her so she didn't fall off the railing.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Zuo Yan helped him up in confusion, but Shen Yimian happened to meet the young man's scrutinizing gaze again.

“…”

"...Master, Master," Shen Yimian trembled and dodged Zuo Yan's outstretched hand, rolling and crawling.

"I want to find my master."

This person must not be his junior apprentice under any circumstances, absolutely not!