Attending a class should not be considered a big deal.
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Chen Yan imdiately returned to his room, closed the door, changed into the light yellow robe of a disciple placed there, and then joined the end of the queue as he stepped out again.
When others greeted him, he politely returned the salutations, displaying impeccable manners.
This behavior instantly garnered so goodwill from those who assud he had connections.
Having connections and background, yet acting courteously and without arrogance, is indeed comndable.
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Following the group out of the courtyard, they soon headed to a practice hall.
This mode of teaching reminded Chen Yan of sothing familiar—the Zen ditation Classes at Chu Keqing’s Cloud Sect Academy had that sa vibe.
They entered a side hall, where the classroom was spacious, with many ditation mats arranged on the floor.
As Chen Yan followed the group inside, surprisingly, no one checked their identities at the door; they entered openly without any hassle.
There were over a hundred ditation mats arranged neatly, and when Chen Yan and the others entered, most were already occupied.
Chen Yan followed the people from his courtyard to sit in the northwest corner of the hall. Although there were many people, it was very quiet, with no one talking or making noise.
Chen Yan observed that everyone wore a solemn expression, but there was a hint of excitent and anticipation in their eyes, as if they were yearning for sothing while they waited.
Finally, after the ti it takes for one incense stick to burn, the hall was filled with people.
At this mont, a person wearing a light apricot disciple robe slowly entered, heading directly to the front.
Upon seeing this person’s attire, Chen Yan knew he was an official Outer Sect disciple—the style and color were the sa as Zhao Wuji’s disciple robe.
However, this person’s face appeared much older, with graying hair at the temples, and he looked middle-aged, with a certain tiredness in his gaze.
He reached the front and loudly commanded, "Everyone, quiet!"
Although there was not much noise to begin with, his shout quickly brought silence, as everyone sat up straight on their ditation mats, solemnly watching this Outer Sect disciple.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and his expression was very dignified: "Everyone here is an Outer Academy disciple, and three months from now, so of you will beco Outer Sect disciples, becoming my formal juniors.
But before that, I hope everyone will diligently cultivate, showcasing your talents and abilities! Strive courageously and aim for the top!"
When he reached this point, he deliberately paused.
The crowd below remained silent for a mont before soone took the lead, and then everyone loudly responded, "We will heed Senior Brother’s teachings!"
Only then did the middle-aged man nod with satisfaction, "Today marks your first opportunity within the sect!
Our Heavenly Demon Yin Yang Sect’s Inner Sect possesses a treasure left by the founding ancestor, the Venerable Saint!
This treasure is called the [Enlightennt Bell]! After achieving enlightennt, the Saint crafted this treasure, leaving his Dao Rhy on the bell.
Every ti the bell rings, a faint hint of the Saint’s Dao Rhy is hidden within the sound! Its effects are boundless!
Cultivators who hear this bell sound, as long as they ditate and reflect, even those with insufficient talent can clear their minds, eliminating distractions, greatly benefiting their ntal state. Listening to the bell once can keep this pure mindset for ten days.
For those with exceptional talent, they might experience instant enlightennt, comprehending a trace of the Saint’s Dao Rhy from the bell sound, significantly aiding their cultivation and increasing their insight for future cultivation!
However, the effectiveness of this bell sound can only be experienced once. Hearing it a second ti will no longer have the effect of enlightennt.
Therefore, the first ti you hear the Enlightennt Bell, it is your only opportunity! You must cherish it!"
Upon saying this, the previously silent hall suddenly erupted in a commotion.
Even with the utmost reverence in their hearts, upon hearing these words, so couldn’t help but show expressions of delight, whispering in excitent.
The middle-aged man glanced at these people below and said calmly, "However, this Magical Treasure, left by the Saint, contains limited Dao Rhy, and each ringing consus a part of the remaining Dao Rhy within the treasure!
One must know how precious the Saint’s Dao Rhy is.
Therefore, even within our sect, the Enlightennt Bell only rings once every few years, and each ti it rings, it is only on the Immortal Mountain within the Inner Sect.
However, the Sect Master, in his kindness, once issued an order that each ti the Enlightennt Bell rings, the sound can be transmitted down the mountain to the Outer Sect through a transmission array, allowing Outer Sect disciples to listen together.
If there happen to be Outer Academy disciples undergoing the selection cultivation, they may also listen together. This demonstrates our sect’s dedication to spreading the teachings!"
Upon saying this, the middle-aged man sighed, scanning the crowd with his eyes, and lightly smiled, "Thus, you are fortunate, this batch of Outer Academy disciples, to have your selection cultivation coincide with the ringing of the Enlightennt Bell—whereas the previous batch did not encounter such good fortune. Your next batch also won’t have this chance based on timing."
Pausing for a mont, he seed to mock himself, "Even I, when participating in sect selection during the Outer Academy cultivation, did not encounter the chance to hear the Enlightennt Bell in my batch. So truly, you are quite lucky!"
Upon hearing these words, everyone’s eyes flickered, each wearing an expression of joyous longing.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and slowly said, "In half an incense stick’s ti, the bell will ring! You may now ditate, clearing your minds of distractions to prepare for listening to the bell sound!"
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