"Lil Fan, today, I will give you the token of the Hidden Gold Pavilion. You can read the books inside at will!”
Daoist Xuan Ling immediately gave him a purple-gold token.
"Thank you, Master!"
Chen Fan bowed.
Daoist Xuanling stroked his beard and smiled.
The surrounding elders looked at him approvingly.
Then, he started chatting with the Hierarch.
The general meaning was that Daoist Xuan Ling had taken in a good disciple who would shine on Mao Mountain in the future.
"The student surpasses the master!"
Taoist Xuan Ling smiled and said to the elders.
The elders also laughed heartily, feeling that today was a good day.
"I'm envious!"
"I can use the Scripture Depository token as I please. I don't need contribution points for any cultivation technique. This is too awesome!”
Senior Brother, what are contribution points?"
"Contribution points means that you need to complete missions to obtain them. Or, you can only have the opportunity to learn cultivation techniques if you are bestowed by your elders!”
"The books in the Sutra Depository all require contribution points.”
"Then with the token, doesn't that mean you've obtained a treasure vault?”
"You can understand it that way. You must be envious! Don't think about it anymore. Cultivate well!"
“……………”
Lin Fengjiao and the others discussed animatedly.
However, they were not jealous at all. They were sincerely convinced that their Eldest Senior Brother could obtain such an opportunity.
"Master, I'll go to the Scripture Depository first!”
Chen Fan apologized.
He turned around and left, heading straight for the Sutra Depository.
As Chen Fan left, he picked up the wine gourd on his waist and took a big gulp of wine."Riding the sword and riding the wind, I am the Wine Immortal!”
His clothes fluttered in the wind as he left on his sword. His appearance was light and otherworldly, just like a real immortal.
Daoist Xuan Ling was still talking to the First Elder and the others when he suddenly looked in the direction where his disciple had left.
The smile on his face never left.
After all, Chen Fan was the most talented person in Mao Mountain and this was his disciple. Thinking of this, his calm mind couldn't help but waver.
"Xiao Fan, how far can you go in the future?”
Daoist Xuan Ling couldn't see through it either.
"Martial Nephew is indeed free and easy. The words you say can be considered wise words!”
The Great Elder said.
In fact, he had complained about Chen Fan's drinking habit.
He felt that cultivators should not be greedy for mortal things. They drank every day and the smell of alcohol soared to the sky. They did not have the dignity of Eldest Senior Brother at all.
It was not only the First Elder, but the other elders were the same.
Maoshan was the orthodox sect of Shangqing. As the Eldest Brother, he should be more strict with himself and bring bad ethos.
They even brought this matter to Daoist Xuan Ling.
However, Daoist Xuan Ling didn't think nothing of it. He even said that it was good for people to have a personality. Otherwise, they would be like canaries bound in a cage.
Back then, the First Elder and the others were so angry that they stomped their feet and left.
However, after seeing it today, they finally realized how ridiculous their decision was.
With a ten thousand meter sea of mana, no one knew to what extent that person would lead Mao Mountain to when he grew up.
Perhaps an immortal would appear in the Age of Chaos.
Thinking of this, First Elder could not help but be extremely excited.
The other elders were the same.
"Eldest Senior Brother is indeed free and easy!"
"Don't you think Eldest Senior Brother looks very handsome when he drinks?”
"You're the only one who knows how to talk. Can you say more?”
"I think Eldest Senior Brother will definitely gain something from this trip to the Sutra Depository!”
"Needless to say, Eldest Senior Brother will definitely become stronger and spread the name of Mao Mountain!”
“……………”
Everyone discussed and looked at the figure that was gradually turning into a black dot in the sky with envy.
"Do you think I still have a chance to catch up to Eldest Senior Brother?”
A Mao Mountain disciple suddenly asked.
Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a fool.
"Little Junior Brother, have a good dream tonight!”The young Daoist patted his shoulder.
The other disciples of Mao Mountain burst into laughter.
"Little Four Eyes, you're trying to kill me with laughter!”
"You think you can catch up to Eldest Senior Brother?”
"Putting aside the fact that Eldest Senior Brother has cultivated for a few more years than you, don't you see how talented Eldest Senior Brother is?”
"You can even produce a phenomenon during Dao preaching. It's enough to crush you hundreds of times!”
"Little Four Eyes, you're really funny!”
The surrounding disciples of Mao Mountain laughed.
The thin and weak four-eyed man lowered his head and felt very awkward.
He was just thinking about it casually and accidentally said it.
"Four-eyes, cultivate well. Don't think about chasing after Eldest Senior Brother. It's already very good to be able to follow behind Eldest Senior Brother and watch his back.”
Lin Fengjiao sighed.
He had a good relationship with Four Eyes. They had known each other during the assessment and treated each other as friends.
"Senior Brother Lin, I was indeed careless just now. I know I was wrong.”Daoist Priest Four-Eyed squeezed out a bitter smile.
The surrounding disciples smiled and shook their heads, no longer holding on to this matter.
Instead, they continued to discuss Eldest Senior Brother.
"Senior Brother, we would like to ask you a question. What realm is it after Qi cultivation?”
Qian He suddenly asked the young Taoist.
The young Taoist was slightly stunned and then began to explain,""After Qi Refinement is Foundation Establishment. You don't have to know much about this realm. You just need to know that after reaching Foundation Establishment, you are very powerful!”
In fact, he was not too sure himself. He only knew that the foundation establishment realm was very powerful, far surpassing the qi refinement realm.
"Then, Senior Brother, when do you think Eldest Senior Brother will be able to break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm?”
Qian He asked.
This stopped the young Daoist. He didn't know either?
"With Eldest Senior Brother's talent, he will be able to break through in a few years!”
The young Daoist answered hesitantly.
He could only guess.
"Alright, Eldest Senior Brother is not someone we can speculate about. Don't think about this problem anymore.”
After saying this, the young Daoist turned around and left.
He was really afraid. This group of disciples who had just entered the sect asked some fatal questions. How could he answer them?
Qian He was left scratching the back of his head. He did not understand why the senior brother who had brought them in had run so fast.
"Perhaps Senior Brother has something urgent to attend to."
someone said.
Taoist Master Thousand Crane didn't think too much about it and continued to join the discussion about Eldest Senior Brother.
"Eldest Senior Brother, although I suspect that you're the reincarnation of an immortal and that you're extremely talented in cultivation, I was even prepared to give up on chasing you just now.”
"But I have changed. No matter how strong you are, no matter how fast you cultivate, I will catch up very quickly. At that time, the position of Eldest Senior Brother can only be mine!”
Shi Jian's eyes sparkled as he made up his mind.
At this moment, he remembered his original intention of going to Mao Mountain, which was to become the Eldest Senior Brother.
If he gave up so easily, he wouldn't be willing.
Time was even emitting a fighting spirit.
Lin Fengjiao frowned slightly, as if she had sensed the change in Shi Jian's mind. She glanced at him and then looked away.
"This person is extremely competitive. Could it be that he still wants to chase after Eldest Senior Brother?”
Lin Fengjiao lowered her head and pondered.
However, he did not say anything directly.
He just felt that if Shi Jian really had such a thought, then it would be too whimsical.
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