Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 325 The Little Evil Cultivator’s Difficulties
Xiahou Jie just felt unwell all over.

Pingyang Prefecture was no longer under his control.

He couldn't afford to offend either of the Mo family or the fifth floor, the culprits.

Restraining his anger, he looked at the ten elders who had arrived with a changing expression.

Of course, I called them here not to get angry, but to discuss something.

There is one more thing that needs to be resolved right now.

After organizing his thoughts, Xiahou Jie sighed and then spoke slowly.

"Do you think we can still hold the grand opening ceremony tomorrow?"

When asking this question, Xiahou Jie felt uncomfortable.

Would this have been a problem in the past?
But now...

When he came back from Pingyang City, he saw that all those who came here to see the temple had run away. If nothing unexpected happened, tomorrow's opening ceremony would be an extremely embarrassing scene. If he was lucky, some people would come, but if he was unlucky, it would probably be deserted.

This directly led to the Luoxing Sect falling into a dilemma.

"What's the point of opening this? If there aren't many people tomorrow, it will be disgraceful for the Luoxing Sect if word gets out."

Another elder shook his head. What else could he do in the current situation? It would be better to just open the mountain gate and let those who were interested come in and seek refuge.

"That's just like bandits!"

Some elders also expressed different opinions at that time.

Some people think it shouldn't be opened, while naturally some people think it should be opened.

"We should open it... At most, we will lose face. If we don't, if the news gets out, people might say that we were scared by Pingyang Prefecture and dared not to open a school to accept disciples. Then we will lose all our face."

Both sides are about face, one is embarrassing, the other is losing face altogether.

From a trade-off perspective, even if it is somewhat embarrassing, it can be picked up again later. If this is not opened, who will be willing to come to Luoxing Sect in the future?

Everyone was talking at once, and each had his own reasons.

Xiahou Jie looked confused, and sighed amid the noise, "Let's hold it as usual tomorrow!"

He felt that what the last elder said was correct. This matter had already been made public, and if he didn't do it tomorrow, he would really lose all his face in the future.

Although he could foresee what kind of embarrassing situation tomorrow would be, he had no choice but to continue.

"Son of a bitch……"

When he thought about how this situation came about, he felt so angry that his teeth itched.

……

The next day, Han Yu felt very itchy.

All monastic sects like to hold ceremonies to recruit disciples, and he has only seen two of them, one by the Xingchen Sect and one by Young Master Lin.

It's a pity that no sect wants me. It is said that apart from the founding ceremony of a sect and the ceremony of accepting disciples, the rest of the stories are about the sect competition.

No wonder Master Lin longed to join the sect. His famous saying was that the best brothers and the most beautiful wives were all there. After standing out from the crowd, the wheels of history began to roll...

This is all lively material!

When leaving the government office, Du Nanyuan showed a hint of worry.

He was quite worried about that old ghost Xiahou Jie. If something went wrong and the Luoxing Sect was destroyed by this pharmacist named Han today, Che Dapao would not think that he was the one who started the fire, right?

Exit Pingyang City and head north for thirty miles.

At the foot of Huoya Peak.

A large group of Luoxing Sect monks stood on both sides, looking majestic and magnificent.

However, in sharp contrast, there were very few participants. After yesterday's commotion, the group of people in Pingyang City could no longer be counted. Those who could come here today either had nowhere else to go, or were civilians or monks who had not yet had time to come to the city and knew nothing about this.

Although there were still hundreds of people, compared to the huge crowds in previous years...

Anyway, it can be seen from the fact that none of the sect's elders were too lazy to show up today.

It is not without reason that Luoxing Sect can gather so many disciples. The only place for assessment here is an open space in the middle. Mortals go forward to touch the spirit-testing pillar, and anyone who is not a waste can enter.

All other assessments on character, five senses, temperament, talent, etc. are skipped, and the main focus is on casting a wide net.

A cultivator in charge of registration set up a table at the spirit testing column. All those who had at least four spiritual roots were registered and would be able to report to the sect tomorrow.

Anyway, Han Yu had seen outrageous things, but he had never seen anything this outrageous. Although the Xingchen Sect in his hometown in the South Territory was nothing in the eyes of any small sect in the North Territory, it at least went through the formalities. This Luoxing Sect was really simple and crude.

No wonder the whole sect is in such a mess. How many decent disciples can emerge from this sect without any selection?

Even the status of this so-called second-rate sect seemed to be extremely watered down in his opinion.

This year, because there were more evil young monks who came to the examination site, an extra table was set up at the examination site.

These monks naturally do not need to be assessed again, but the procedure should be followed.

"Name?"

Another Luoxing Sect monk who was writing the book asked.

"Lu Renbing!"

"Spiritual roots and cultivation?"

"Four spiritual roots, Divine Bridge Realm."

"Why did you join the Falling Star Sect?"

"Because I was tired of fighting with the enemy sects, I and a good brother from the enemy sect decided to come here to seek refuge."

The monk in charge of recording had a twitching mouth. Is this how the evil sects play tricks?
Can enemies still be brothers?
"Next!"

"Why did you come to the Falling Star Sect?"

"Oh! I am the good brother mentioned by the previous person."

Compared to those who were touching the pillars, Han Yu was more interested in this side. The reasons for these little evil cultivators to join were varied and no two were the same.

"Because the leader was captured by someone to steal his essence, I feel very insecure about the life in the evil sect."

"The sect hasn't issued training allowances for a long time, and life is almost unbearable."

"The sect leader has taken a fancy to me and wants to take my essence... He is a man. Oh, yes! I am from the same sect as my last buddy."

Han Yu was so amused by the reasons like these that he almost cried with laughter.

When it was his turn, the monk glanced at him and pointed at the stall next door for some unknown reason.

"You're in the wrong line. Line up again. The mortals are over there."

After that, prepare to deal with the next one.

Han Yu didn't leave, but stood there with a smile on his face.

"Didn't I tell you that the mortals are over there?"

The cultivator couldn't help but feel a little impatient. It was already annoying to listen to the various difficulties of these little evil cultivators, and now there came out such an ignorant person.

Han Yu was in a playful mood. He leaned over the table and said, "I am also a cultivator."

The monk looked at him suspiciously, and could not detect the fluctuation of his true energy. However, looking at his expression, he did not seem to be joking.

"Name?"

"Han Yu."

"Han... which Yu is it? Please write it down."

The monk's hand suddenly trembled. He raised his head and looked at Han Yu again, then tremblingly turned the book over and pushed it forward.

Han Yu smiled and slowly wrote his name with the pen. As soon as he put down his pen, the monk's expression changed noticeably.

"You...what are you doing here in Luoxing Sect?"

He seemed a little bit unbelieving, and then asked in a trembling voice.

It should be the same name, it should be the same name...

Han Yu's name was given to him by the corpse refining lineage. Who in the cultivator world has not heard of it? Moreover, every major event that has occurred in the past few months is related to him.

"I'm here to give your sect master some elixirs."

Just as he finished speaking, the monk suddenly stepped on his sword and fled towards the top of the mountain with a whoosh.

It really is this evil spirit...

(End of this chapter)