This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

As the sun set, Mingyue took the two children and flew away, leaving the Wang family.

Watching their departing figures, Wang Jing'an felt reluctant, but he understood that even if his father were no longer around, the Wang family would still be the most prestigious family in the world.

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Mingyue did not take the two of them into Taiyi Qingmingtian.

There are rules in the sect that all disciples who want to enter Taiyi Qingming Heaven must pass the Heavenly Ladder Test.

Although Wang Yangming and his sister Wang Chaoxi were descendants of him, they were no exception.

Outside the Jinghong Hall at Yiru Peak, Mingyue descended from the sky with two people.

Looking around, the place remains deserted and quiet.

The Yiru Peak lineage has always been like this. Even decades after Wang Jingshu founded this lineage, she only accepted Zhen Huan as her disciple.

However, Zhen Huan, the current master of Yiru Peak, has no disciples.

He didn't even accept a nominal disciple.

Of course, Yi Rufeng's path as a sword immortal was not buried.

At the request of the sect leader Qingfeng, he would indeed occasionally go to other peaks to explain swordsmanship.

Therefore, when the Taoist disciples of Qingxu Mountain went out to travel, they mostly used swords and whisks.

In a side hall next to the Jinghong Hall on Yiru Peak, Zhen Huan, who was meditating, sensed the movement outside and got up to come out.

Upon seeing the bright moon, he quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Greetings, Senior Uncle."

The bright moon nodded slightly in return.

Then, pointing to Wang Chaoxi beside him, he said:

"Indeed, they've sent you an apprentice."

Hearing this, he was quite surprised and turned to look at Wang Chaoxi. Their eyes met, and Wang Chaoxi was suddenly shocked. He had the illusion of looking directly at an unparalleled divine sword, and an aura of unmatched sharpness rushed towards him.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have already looked away and dared not continue to meet your gaze.

Wang Chaoxi, however, took a closer look with great interest.

And asked curiously:

"You're a swordsman too?"

Upon hearing this, a rare smile appeared at the corner of his eyes. He didn't answer Wang Chaoxi, but instead looked at Mingyue and said:

"I'll accept this disciple..."

Mingyue had anticipated this; she would definitely take a liking to Wang Chaoxi, a rare talent in swordsmanship.

The matter went smoothly.

After establishing the master-disciple relationship, Mingyue turned to Wang Chaoxi and said:

"From now on, you will stay at Yiru Peak and cultivate diligently with your master."

"If anything happens, tell your master."

After saying that, Mingyue turned around and was about to leave with Wang Chaojun.

"etc..."

Wang Chaoxi suddenly said.

The bright moon turns back.

"Is there anything else?"

Wang Chaoxi pointed to Wang Chaojun beside her, who was pouting and almost crying, and said:

"Chao-kun must come with me, otherwise I'm afraid someone will bully him."

Mingyue smiled gently, but her tone carried a hint of reproach.

"You little brat, what do you think my Qingxu Mountain Daoist holy land is? How could anyone bully your brother?"

Wang Chaoxi pursed her lips, her eyes still stubborn.

Mingyue said helplessly:

"Chao Jun is not suited to practicing swordsmanship; staying here is just a waste of time."

Hearing this, Wang Chaoxi finally relaxed.

However, she still walked up to Wang Chaojun and pinched his cheek, saying:

"Chaojun, this is not home. You must not be too weak, understand? If anyone dares to bully you, come and tell your sister, and your sister will help you get revenge."

Wang Chaojun was just a child of about ten years old. He had just left the home and parents where he had always lived, and now he was even going to be separated from his sister who protected him the most. He felt terrified and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Sister, I don't want to be separated from you. I don't want to cultivate anymore. I want to go home..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chaoxi slapped him on the back of the head and said sternly:

"A real man doesn't cry."

But her tone immediately softened, and she hugged her younger brother, saying:

"Don't be afraid, this is where your great-aunt used to cultivate, it's not scary."

"If you cultivate diligently, you will naturally be able to return home once you have achieved success in your cultivation."

"Your sister will come to see you whenever she has time..."

Wang Chaojun sobbed and mumbled:

"Okay, sister, you must come visit me often..."

Mingyue looked at the two children and couldn't help but chuckle.

Those who didn't know better would think she had done something wicked, or that their Qingxu Mountain Taoist sect was some kind of demonic den.

"Alright, Chaoxi, you should focus on your cultivation. I'll take Chaojun to Zixiao Palace. If you miss him, come to Zixiao Palace to find him."

After saying that, Mingyue waved her hand and flew away with Wang Chaojun.

Wang Chaojun stood on a cloud, waving continuously at Wang Chaoxi.

"Sister...you must come see me...sister..."

Wang Chaoxi pursed her lips, and her eyes were a little red.

"It seems your senior master intends for your younger brother to become a disciple of Senior Brother Yunzhen. Don't worry, Senior Brother Yunzhen is the most accomplished among the second-generation disciples of our Daoist sect. Your brother will surely achieve great things under his tutelage..."

Wang Chaoxi took a deep breath and nodded.

Then he turned back to look at Zhen Huan, sized her up, and asked:

"Are you a swordsman?"

He actually shook his head.

Wang Chaoxi was immediately suspicious and was about to speak when he heard Zhen Huan continue:

"I cultivate the path of the sword immortal, therefore... I am a sword immortal."

Wang Chaoxi was taken aback upon hearing this, as if she had thought of something, and muttered softly:

"A sword immortal? A sword immortal... really..."

Suddenly, Wang Chaoxi's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"So you're the legendary Peach Wood Sword Immortal... the True Taoist?"

He actually nodded slightly.

Wang Chaoxi was overjoyed and immediately knelt down, kowtowing three times in quick succession.

"My master, the Sword Immortal, please accept my three bows..."

He remained unmoved, simply asking indifferently:

"Your name is Wang Chaoxi?"

"Yes, my name is Wang Chaoxi, I'm fifteen years old, I've been practicing swordsmanship since I was a child, and I'm already a second-level martial artist..."

He really had no interest in what level of martial arts master she was.

"Your surname is Wang, so you're a member of the Wang family? What is your relationship to the Confucian Sage?"

Wang Yangming, the Confucian sage, was mentioned, and Wang Chaoxi's face quickly darkened.

His tone became low, and his eyes reddened.

"It's my grandfather..."

I could really hear the sadness in her voice, and I didn't understand why she would have such an emotion when the Confucian sage Wang Chaoxi was mentioned.

But he didn't really care.

What he cared about was Wang Chaoxi's identity.

"So... he's a junior member of Master's family."

"No wonder he has such talent in swordsmanship..."

And so, Wang Chaoxi became Zhen Huan's first disciple.

Her younger brother, Wang Chaojun, became a disciple of Yun Zhen, the current head of the Taoist sect.

He became Yunzhen's youngest disciple.