Mu Qiuniang wasn’t a person of many words, but since she was accepting a disciple for the first ti, there were so things she needed to clarify, and she rarely spoke so much.
Zhan Jingshu was very patient, kneeling on the ground and listening all the ti. But his parents and two elder brothers were very distressed. If it weren’t for the fact that this person could cure their youngest son’s or little brother’s illness, they would have driven her out long ago.
In fact, until now, they still didn’t know what this "Master" that Mu Qiuniang spoke of was, nor did they know what skills Zhan Jingshu was going to inherit.
"According to the Sect Rules, a new disciple must pass a test to enter the sect. Those who pass are directly admitted to the inner sect, personally chosen by the elders, who decide under which master they will study. Only after performing the disciple ceremony can they officially beco an inner disciple. Those who do not pass will enter the outer sect to practice, and whenever they catch an elder’s eye, they can also beco an inner disciple by becoming their apprentice. Otherwise, they will either remain an outer disciple for life or apply to leave the sect."
Sipping tea leisurely, Mu Qiuniang took out a thread-bound book from sowhere, with a uniformly dark blue cover, inscribed with the five large characters "Hidden Immortal Sect Rules" (though everyone else saw "Sect Rules"), along with a complexly structured jade ornant. The white jade in the middle was only about thumb-sized, but it was crystal clear and radiant, obviously not ordinary jade.
"But you are different, you are my direct disciple, so those steps are omitted. However, since you have never entered the sect, to prevent you from knowing nothing about the sect, the first thing upon entering is to morize the sect rules. Once you are familiar with them, your formal training will begin."
"Yes, Master!" After accepting the gift, Zhan Jingshu asked cheekily, "Master, I have a question. Since I’m calling you Master, does that an Brother Jiang will be my Master?"
Mu Qiuniang nodded.
Zhan Jingshu’s expression was a bit strange: "It feels like I’ve beco a generation lower than Brother Jiang for no reason!"
The baby felt a bit wronged.
Mu Qiuniang didn’t respond to him, but instead proactively told Zhan Zhengxiao and Fu Chunxue, the couple, that she needed a separate room to treat Zhan Jingshu.
"Starting now?" Zhan Jingshu didn’t expect it to be so soon, "Don’t you need to prepare?"
When Mu Qiuniang ca, she brought nothing. But the previous Elder who ca to their house had many requests, needed this equipnt and that equipnt, prepared many things before formally starting to check Zhan Jingshu’s body.
The previous experts, each had their own thods, but tools were absolutely indispensable.
"Hmm." She had prepared everything she needed.
Although the Zhan family was sowhat doubtful, they said nothing and let the old butler Uncle Zhan quickly arrange a room.
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The Zhan family’s guest rooms were plenty, normally no one lived in them, and they were always kept tidy. Therefore, it was very easy to organize one.
Mu Qiuniang didn’t have any other requirents. Once Zhan Jingshu entered the room, she closed the door, isolating the curiosity from outside. To prevent accidents, she even set up an ending.
This action was not hidden from Zhan Jingshu at all.
She raised her left hand into the air, palm upturned, and a milky white light ball appeared in her palm, followed by a silver-white writing brush manifesting out of thin air.
Zhan Jingshu’s eyes widened. Was he seeing an illusion?! Or was his Master actually a magician?!
Mu Qiuniang pointed the brush towards the air, and a translucent ripple appeared, quickly spreading around the room, covering the walls, ceiling, and floor with a translucent film.
Zhan Jingshu curiously touched it, and he actually felt a tangible substance?!
The sensation of coolness and elasticity was like touching a jelly-like candy.
"Master, can this thing be eaten?" he asked, turning his head.
Mu Qiuniang was speechless: "..." Had she accepted a foodie?
Seeing her expression wasn’t right, Zhan Jingshu quickly said: "Haha, I was just joking, Master. Don’t take it seriously. But honestly, your magic trick is amazing, it’s just like the real thing. How did you do it? Is this what you are going to teach ?"
"Our Hidden Immortal Sect originated with Laozi, and has a history of over two thousand years..."
"Wait a mont, Master. Didn’t you just say I’m the 367th generation disciple? How does that relate to Laozi from over 2000 years ago? Wasn’t Laozi around 571 BCE? Master, were you taught math by the gym teacher, don’t fool ."
Mu Qiuniang directly knocked him on the head with the brush: "When the Master is speaking, you are not to interrupt."
"Yes, Master." Zhan Jingshu rubbed his head, a bit sore, obediently listened.
In his heart, he couldn’t help but mutter: Wasn’t it supposed to be about curing my illness? Why did it beco a lecture about the sect the mont we entered the room...
"Don’t be impatient, these are things you must morize from the ’Sect Rules’. I’m just giving a brief account; the specifics you need to read in the book yourself. Where was I? Our Hidden Immortal Sect originated with Laozi, with over two thousand years of history, later passed to Guan Lingyin Zixu (Xi) to found the sect... I won’t go into the details of the between transitions, you have to read them. I need to tell you, although our Hidden Immortal Sect has existed for just over two thousand years, it has the highest number of disciples achieving Ascension among all sects, with more than six thousand founding ancestors recorded. My master, Real Man Qingyang, is one of them." At this point, Mu Qiuniang emphasized, "I don’t expect you to rember all the Ascended ancestors of the Hidden Immortal Sect, but you must rember the few patriarchs of my lineage."
"Yes, Master." Zhan Jingshu felt a bit helpless. Isn’t Ascension just death? Rembering over 6000 people would kill him just morizing the nas. Fortunately, he didn’t have to rember all of them.
Sigh... It feels like going back to primary school history lessons; why, once they’re dead, do we still have to morize each and every one?
"Since you chose the path of Cultivation, either achieve immortality, living as long as the heavens and earth; or have your soul disperse, disappearing within heaven and earth... Heaven and earth are not benevolent, treating all things like straw dogs. If you cannot beco strong, you are destined to be a stepping stone for others’ success."
Zhan Jingshu was utterly confused. How did it feel like he recognized every word the Master said separately, but when put together, he couldn’t understand their aning at all?
"Master, isn’t Cultivation sothing only found in novels?" He swallowed, saying.
As soon as he finished speaking, his head got tapped by the brush again.
"Haven’t you already beco my disciple? Now that you’re in the Hidden Immortal Sect, what nonsense are you thinking? Do you think I’m fake, or do you think you’re fake?"
Zhan Jingshu held his head, feeling wronged: "Master, when you asked to be your disciple, you didn’t say it was Cultivation."
"Didn’t I just tell you now?"
Wuwuwu... It’s because you’re telling now that I feel shocked. But the mont he asked a question, he got hit. Master, did you have to hit so hard?
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