The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Though with his Spirit Severing Realm cultivation, tearing space and traveling instantly for a hundred thousand miles is no difficulty.

However, having just escaped the Endless Void a few days ago, he truly fears encountering any accident during transit.

If he gets swept back in again, he might just go insane.

Moreover, since arriving in Celestial Wave City, he hasn’t had the chance to properly explore this majestic city, being entangled in repairing a teleportation array.

After barely escaping, he then had a fierce battle with Li Wusheng.

Now is the perfect opportunity to fully appreciate the magnificent landscapes of this Fifth-level Cultivation Country.

...

Zhou Qing sat cross-legged on the deck of the flying ship, his robe fluttering in the wind.

Gazing at the rolling sea of clouds below, a hint of a smile crept onto his lips.

Cao Aman excitedly ran back and forth on the deck, occasionally reaching out to grab passing wisps of clouds.

After all, with his mere Qi Condensation stage, he couldn’t even manage Sword Flight, let alone flying this high.

Sun Shi, although feigning calmness, couldn’t conceal the excitement in her eyes, her face unconsciously revealing a long-lost smile.

"Unknowingly, I’ve also become a Spirit Severing creature in others’ eyes, yet I’m barely over two hundred years old!"

Zhou Qing watched this scene, feeling a mix of emotions: sentiment, comfort, and a faint sense of melancholy.

...

Approximately five days later, even above the clouds at a height of ten thousand zhang, melodic chants could be heard from below.

The sound seemed to cleanse the soul, making their moods exceptionally tranquil.

Zhou Qing felt inexplicably excited, his heartbeat unconsciously quickening.

"Hold on tight!" Zhou Qing called softly, steering the flying ship through the clouds, plummeting downward.

As they penetrated the mist, a grand and magnificent temple complex suddenly appeared before their eyes.

Jiyuan Temple nestled in a basin encircled by mountains, its golden roofs and red walls gleaming under the sunlight.

Nine towering Buddhist pagodas pierce the sky like swords, densely inscribed with golden scriptures on their bodies.

Surrounding the temple, clouds lingered, vaguely visible were countless monks bustling within.

Even more astounding, suspended above the temple hung a giant golden lotus platform.

On the lotus platform, sat three hundred zhang-high Buddha statue shadows, exuding a heart-stirring pressure.

Meanwhile, in front of Jiyuan Temple’s mountain gate, thousands of young cultivators dressed in various attire lined up in a meandering queue.

Among them were opulently dressed aristocratic descendants, and simply clad cultivators of humble origins, all filled with anticipation for the entrance examination.

After all, this period is the crucial time for Jiyuan Temple to recruit disciples.

"Wow~"

The three disembarked from the flying ship, Cao Aman looked up at the scene before him, too shocked to speak.

Though always dreaming of joining Jiyuan Temple, this was the first time he’d seen his holy land in person.

Sun Shi took quite a while to recover, looking towards Zhou Qing with some concern.

As the famed temple in Nanhuang State, the entry requirements must be extremely stringent, could Zhou really have connections to get Aman into the practice here?

"Look, it’s Cao Quan and them!" Cao Aman suddenly exclaimed excitedly, pointing into the distance.

In the sky, a Bhikkhu emanating Nascent Soul aura stood on a bronze lotus seat, carrying a dozen excited secular disciples slowly arriving.

Cao Quan, Cao Xian, and Cao Ying stood on the lotus seat, curiously looking around.

"Zhou’s flying ship is fast indeed, they departed three days earlier, yet we arrived before them!" Cao Aman said excitedly.

After the Bhikkhu landed and put away his Magical Treasure, he instructed everyone to queue at the end, while he left first.

Cao Quan and the others spotted Cao Aman not far away as they scanned the crowd.

Cao Quan rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things, quickly pointing it out for Cao Xian and Cao Ying.

Cao Aman turned his head subconsciously, feeling a bit unsure—after all, whether Zhou’s favor would prove useful was still unknown.

But suddenly recalling something, he gritted his teeth, swiftly turned back, facing the three.

He had done nothing wrong, what was there to fear?

When the three confirmed it was indeed Cao Aman, they checked behind him and the sky, ensuring no others would soon join the queue, then approached.

"Cao Aman, how come you’re here?" Cao Quan from the main branch was the first to speak.

Cao Aman was about to respond when Sun Shi stepped forward: "What, haven’t you even formally become a servant monk, and already forgotten basic manners upon encountering elders?"

The three exchanged glances, reluctantly giving a salute: "Aunt Four—"

Sun Shi then stepped back, letting her son handle the situation.

With his mother backing him, Cao Aman felt more confident: "What, is Jiyuan Temple owned by your family? If you can come, why can’t I?"

Only then did Cao Quan and the others straighten up, scanning Zhou Qing.

They had heard from family elders that when Aunt Four returned from the Graystone Mountain Range, she carried two poisoned youngsters over her shoulder.

One was Cao Aman, and the other must be this person before them.

Are they unwilling to give up, trying a last-ditch effort here?

"Not turning back until hitting the wall, right?" Just then, Cao Quan heard a whistling sound from the sky, couldn’t be bothered to entangle further, sneered: "Alright, then good luck to you!"

With that, he led the other two back to queue hurriedly.

"Hmph!" Cao Aman crossed his arms until he saw the three retreating shamefully into line, he unfolded his arms.

Turning to Zhou Qing, his eyes were filled with eagerness and nervousness.

Zhou Qing stepped toward the mountain gate.

Upon reaching the main entrance, a Bhikkhu clad in gray robes approached.