Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 69 Awkward
Below the statue, there are three wide steps arranged in a semicircle, with large spirit stone chairs neatly placed on them in three formations: front, left, and right.
At the sword sacrifice ceremony, the position of the disciple varies according to his or her status. Generally speaking, the higher the status in the sect, the closer the position will be to the front, and only inheritance disciples and above will have the privilege of sitting.
This is also a small method used by the sect to motivate disciples to make progress.
But what was surprising was that further away on the left was where the leaders of the sword veins of each peak were located, even further back than the array of disciples on the right.
One reason is that it is a thousand-year-old sect and there are many lineage leaders, making it difficult to accommodate them.
Secondly, most of the meridian masters are people without desires or requests. Even if they have been geniuses who have achieved nirvana six, seven, or even eight times, most of them will find it difficult to break through to the late stage of foundation building in their lifetime.
In this case, it is better to be valued as a disciple of the inheritance.
Lan Qingzi had already disappeared, presumably to the pulse master's formation.
Wang Chen had never had the experience of practicing in a sect, and looking at all this, his heart was filled with a sense of freshness.
Before his eyes, disciples from various sects had gradually filled the square. Both male and female cultivators were much more handsome than ordinary people and were quite pleasing to the eye. Many of them were excitedly communicating with each other, which made Wang Chen, who was watching from the sidelines, feel inexplicably good mood.
He was about to walk towards the formation where the disciples were, but he saw Lu Rong approaching with a hesitant look. After a pause, he lowered his head and said, "Big Brother."
"Um?"
"You have to be careful." Lu Rong said inexplicably.
Wang Chen was slightly stunned, and waved his hand:
"It's okay, go ahead."
Only then did Lu Rong lead Zheng Xin to the formation where the outer disciples were.
"It seems that Jiang Yu has become a celebrity in the Qiankun Sword Sect." Wang Chen was a little helpless.
"Come on, Wang Chen, come closer so I can see the beautiful scenery ahead. Those statues are so majestic." Xiao Yao excitedly floated in the air and looked around.
She had never seen such a lively scene.
"A bright future? The future may not be bright." Wang Chen smiled and walked forward.
"Huzi, you are awesome! You have entered the inner gate."
"Well, it's almost the same whether you advance first or later. In the end, it all depends on who can enter the inheritance. Maybe you will enter the inheritance before me in the future."
“It’s not that easy.”
In the square, young people were chatting excitedly with each other.
"Senior sister, look, the brothers who inherited the tradition have already taken their seats." A female cultivator excitedly glanced secretly at a distance where there was a row of neatly arranged large chairs carved from spirit stones.
"Who is the senior brother sitting in the front row?"
Someone asked in a low voice, with a respectful tone, the first chair on the left hand, that is the first chair closest to the core inheritance disciple.
Anyone who can sit on it must have overwhelming strength, that is, be the number one among the disciples of the inheritance.
"That's Senior Brother Jun Mo." A female disciple said after standing on tiptoe to watch.
"Wow, it turns out to be Senior Brother Jun Mo. I heard that he is the senior brother who is most likely to become a core disciple in this class, and his cultivation is unfathomable."
“Yeah, he’s so handsome.”
Suddenly, several female practitioners began to watch secretly.
"Is the little girl in love ?"
“Don’t laugh at me!”
"Who laughed at you? I just told you not to think about it. Senior Brother Jun Mo is mine."
Young female cultivators were chatting in groups of two or three in mosquito-like voices and laughing like light bells.
The Qiankun Sword Sect has thousands of inner disciples, but only thirty inherited disciples. Those who can stand out and become inherited disciples are considered the best among men, let alone the number one inherited disciple, who naturally attracts everyone's attention.
Wang Chen could not escape the ears of such discussions. He looked up and saw that the head of the row of inheritance disciples sitting in their seats was a handsome young man with long hair, a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and slanted sword-like eyebrows. His attire matched the inheritance disciples' attire and made him look very heroic.
After that, it was the disciples from various major inheritances, and Zuo Han was among them.
The cultivators on both sides saw Wang Chen walking forward and looked at him curiously.
But he found that he was also wearing the clothes of a disciple of inheritance. Immediately, a look of awe appeared in his eyes, and he made way for him to lead to the formation of disciples of inheritance.
"Sister, who is this senior brother who inherits the legacy?"
Seeing Wang Chen walking by, a female disciple looked at Wang Chen's back with envy and asked in a low voice.
But the senior sister only frowned and watched for a while, then said uncertainly,
"It seems to be Jiang Yu from Huijian Peak?"
"What, he is the Jiang Yu who has made no progress in the past five years as rumored?" The envy in the young female cultivator's eyes disappeared instantly, and she screamed in surprise, her voice was quite loud, attracting everyone's attention.
Even though she had just entered the inner sect, she had heard the story of the famous genius of the Qiankun Sword Sect who had fallen.
Suddenly, the sound of discussion began to rise quietly.
"Shh." The female cultivator blushed and quickly covered the young cultivator's mouth.
No matter how bad Jiang Yu is, he is still a disciple of the inheritance. Even if his halo is gone now, it is not something that these young cultivators who have just entered the inner sect can talk about.
"Hmph, what are you afraid of? If I were him, I would only dare to blend in with the crowd and sneak past. I wouldn't be so conspicuous as I am now. He has the nerve to try to make his presence felt among us inner disciples." A tall and thin cultivator at the side said with disdain when he saw the two female cultivators' timid actions. Of course, this disdain was directed at Jiang Yu.
The female cultivator looked and saw that this was a senior brother who had achieved Nirvana three times, so she quickly responded.
“Brother, what you said makes sense. There is no need to treat Jiang Yu as your inheritance senior brother, because he will be downgraded from the inheritance sequence soon.” At the side, a slightly fat cultivator looked at Wang Chen’s back with sparkling eyes. He had already reached the second nirvana stage.
"If he doesn't come down, how can we go up?" Another disciple with Nirvana cultivation level looked at Wang Chen's back with contempt.
In their hearts, Jiang Yu is the setting sun, and they are the rising sun with infinite possibilities. Even though their current cultivation is not as good as Jiang Yu's, they are confident that they will far surpass him in a few years.
"Hmph, he is still hiding his cultivation . It must be because he hasn't made any progress at all." Someone used his spiritual sense to investigate Wang Chen's cultivation without any scruples, but couldn't see through it, so he said angrily.
"Hey, look, the seats for the inheritance disciples are already full, where should he sit?"
Suddenly a cultivator cried out in surprise.
After a brief silence,
A group of practitioners watched from afar.
I saw that the neatly arranged spirit stone chairs were filled with disciples of the inheritance, and there was no empty seat.
"Has Jiang Yu been kicked out of the inheritance sequence?"
It turns out that this senior brother, who was wearing the attire of a traditional disciple and looked very heroic, was actually just a loser?
Everyone looked at Wang Chen's back as he walked through the crowd.
Suddenly I felt that the back figure was as desolate as a sick wolf driven out of the wolf pack.
"Wow, Wang Chen, the status of a disciple of inheritance is not ordinary, and there is a special seat." Xiao Yao looked at the row of disciples of inheritance sitting firmly, all wearing white robes and holding long swords, and said enviously.
"But why are these fellow students looking at you in such strange ways? It doesn't look like admiration." Then he looked back curiously and was stunned. He scratched his slightly curly purple hair and said puzzledly.
"Huh? Why do these disciples act like they didn't see you?"
The previous doubt had not been resolved yet, and when Xiaoyao looked forward, he was even more confused.
I saw a row of large white jade thrones, with the disciples sitting on them. They had extraordinary auras, their eyes like eagles, staring straight ahead, their minds calm at all.
However, no one looked at Wang Chen.
It was as if he didn't exist.
"Are you transparent now?" Xiaoyao flew up and down, looking at Wang Chen carefully.
"There is no reason." Xiaoyao, who confirmed Wang Chen's existence, was puzzled.
There was no fluctuation in Wang Chen's expression. Every step he took was of the same length, not a single step off.
He looked coldly at this group of disciples who ignored him and walked away.
He had already discovered that there was one less chair for the disciples who were to inherit the throne.
Either taken away or chopped up and thrown away.
In short, the seat that was supposed to be his had been deliberately removed.
The square formation of the disciples who inherited the teachings is one of the three largest stepped platforms.
It is broad and flat like a small square.
Even though the positions of each seat are far apart, the positions of the eighteen disciples only occupy a small area in the middle. Similarly, every move of the people sitting there may attract attention.
Wang Chen stepped onto the platform expressionlessly and walked slowly.
His eyes swept over each of the disciples who inherited the tradition.
They all had different faces, but all had the same expression, staring coldly straight ahead, as if Wang Chen in front of them didn't exist.
"Look, this senior brother has no seat." A curious cultivator shouted from the crowd.
"Who is this? He's wearing the clothes of a disciple who has inherited the tradition and looks regular, but he doesn't have a seat. Could he be a fake disciple?" Someone else shouted with ulterior motives.
"Hahaha."
Suddenly, both the inner and outer sect disciples burst into laughter.
In the formation of outer disciples, Lu Rong lowered her head and her face flushed.
Zhou Shuwu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in the crowd.
"That seems to be your good-for-nothing senior brother Jiang Yu. He has become even more famous this time, haha." An inner sect disciple put his arm around Zhou Shuwu's shoulder and laughed.
"Do you want to die?" Zhou Shuwu said coldly.
Looking at his murderous eyes, the disciple put down his hand in astonishment: "Don't you hate him very much?"
Looking at the disciples pointing fingers at Wang Chen and making sarcastic remarks to each other.
Some female cultivators were too soft-hearted to bear it and shook their heads secretly. It was too embarrassing.
Even as outsiders, they felt so embarrassed that they got goose bumps .
