Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Female Cultivator of the Hehuan Sect (14)

  Half a month later.

  There was a bustling atmosphere at the gate of Tianyan Sect. People with different clothing and temperament gathered together, chattering about something, and new people kept coming to join them.

  When Ruan Ruan and Qin Yan arrived, the atmosphere was very lively. People were chatting in groups of two or three, and their voices were mixed together, making it difficult to hear clearly.

  She wanted to move closer to listen, but was stopped by Qin Yan.

  At this moment, a young man in white led a group of disciples in uniform clothes towards them. There was a silver pattern embroidered on the collar and he held a long sword in his hand.

  Looks very young.

  Seeing them coming, the voices in the crowd gradually died down, and everyone's eyes turned to them, waiting for the leader to speak.

  "I am in charge of recruiting new disciples this time. My last name is Qi, and you can call me Brother Qi for now. I won't say much else. If you want to join the Tianyan Sect, you must go through a test. Those who arrive at the mountain before noon will be eligible to enter the next level. I wish you good luck!"

  As soon as the words came out, someone rushed past them without wasting any time.

  Seeing this, a few people looked around and then followed him to rush up the mountain.

  The road is so small that there will always be people crowding together, and some may fall and get injured.

  Senior Brother Qi led the disciples behind him to move aside and make way for them.

  There was no sign of dissatisfaction on his face.

  The rest of the people started to follow.

  Ruan Ruan and Qin Yan avoided the crazy crowd and waited until they had dispersed before climbing up the mountain road, little by little.

  In fact, they had plenty of time, and one of them was terminally ill and the other was frail, but they still managed to climb the mountain successfully.

  Although Ruan Ruan felt so tired that she was about to vomit blood and was a little breathless at one point, she finally persevered.

  Thanks to Qin Yan for providing some small help.

  She was wearing a slim-fitting dress today that was suitable for activities. The skirt was not long and had straps wrapped around the sleeves.  

  The shoes and socks on my feet are new, soft and fit well.

  The things are all in Xie Chaoshi's storage space. They can't go half a month without changing or washing them, right?

  Ruan Ruan stopped panting, feeling as if her lungs were about to burst, and her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand. If she had to test her physical strength again, she was really afraid that she would not be able to do it.

  Qin Yan looked in good health when he was not sick. His breathing was not even irregular at this moment. He even held her hand and walked for a while when they went up the mountain.

  At this moment, holding her arm, she put almost her entire weight on him, and still looked able to do it with ease.

  On the other side, Xie Chaoshi had just come out of seclusion.

  I have been in seclusion for such a long time and haven't found anything unusual in myself. Suddenly I remembered that today is the day for recruiting new disciples once every three years. I didn't care much about it in the past, but today I thought about it.

  A beautiful figure flashed through his mind and he frowned.

  Xie Chaoshi came to the main hall.

  Several water mirrors in the center broadcast everyone's performance in real time, with different people on each side.

  When the master saw Xie Chaoshi coming, he stroked his beard and smiled.

  "Chao Shi, do you plan to accept a disciple?"

  "Yun Mian is born with the same sword bone as you. We had a hard time persuading you to accept her. Now that you have finally taken the initiative to accept a disciple, we don't have to worry about you having no one to follow."

  The elders sitting around echoed one by one.

  "Just looking."

  The thin and cold voice sounded even colder in the empty hall, as if it was mixed with frost and snow.

  Xie Chaoshi sat down on the empty chair next to the headmaster, his silver hair fluttering.

  (End of this chapter)