There's still one more night watch at noon!
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The carriage sped along the small road, Wang Lin's body swayed along with the potholes on the ground. He held the bundle in his arms, his heart was in turmoil. With his parents' expectations for him, he left the mountain village where he had lived for fifteen years.
The distance from here to the county town was not a short distance. Wang Lin gradually fell asleep. After an unknown period of time, he was gently pushed by someone. He opened his eyes and saw Fourth Uncle looking at him with a smile and jokingly said: "Tiezhu, this is the first time you've left home, what are your thoughts?"
Wang Lin noticed that the carriage had stopped, smiled foolishly and said: "Nothing much, just a little scared. I don't know if I can be accepted by an immortal."
Fourth Uncle laughed, patted Tiezhu on the shoulder and said: "Okay, don't think too much. We've arrived, this is Fourth Uncle's house. You go rest first, I'll take you to your family in the morning."
After getting off the carriage, in front of Wang Lin was a tiled house. Fourth Uncle came to a room. Wang Lin sat on the bed, but he did not feel sleepy. His mind flashed with the words of his parents, fellow villagers and relatives. He sighed in his heart, and the idea of being accepted as an immortal's disciple became even stronger.
Time passed, and before long, the sky was bright and the sun gradually rose. Although Wang Lin did not rest all night, he was still full of energy. With a trace of nervousness, he followed Fourth Uncle to the Wang family's mansion.
This was the first time Wang Lin had seen such a big house, he was dazzled. Fourth Uncle sighed as he walked: "Tiezhu, this time you must make your father proud, don't let the relatives laugh at you."
Wang Lin was even more nervous. He bit his lower lip and nodded.
Not long after, Fourth Uncle led him to the big courtyard in the middle of the mansion. Tiezhu's father's elder brother, the old man, was standing in the courtyard. After seeing Tiezhu, he nodded and said: "Tiezhu, when the immortal comes, don't make a fuss. Everything you do, just follow your brother Wang Zhuo. Whatever he does, you do, understand!"
The last few words were spoken in a stern tone.
Wang Lin was silent. He looked around and found that other than Wang Zhuo, there was another young man. The young man's skin was slightly dark, and his eyes revealed a trace of intelligence. His clothes were bulging, as if he was carrying something.
When he saw Tie Zhu looking at him, he made a face at him and ran over to ask, "You must be Second Uncle's Brother Tie Zhu. My name is Wang Hao."
Wang Lin chuckled and nodded.
Seeing that Tie Zhu was ignoring him, the old man felt slightly annoyed and was about to reprimand him.
At this moment, the clouds in the sky suddenly fluttered as a sword light pierced through the air like a bolt of lightning. After the sword light dissipated, a young man in white appeared on the ground. This young man's eyes were bright and full of expression, exuding an extraordinary and elegant temperament. His expression was cold as his eyes swept over the three youths, especially the bulge on the clever youth's body. He coldly said, "The three spots of the Wang Clan, are they them?"
"This is an immortal?"
With just one glance, Wang Lin felt his body go cold. His heart couldn't stop beating and his face was pale as he stared blankly at the old man.
Then he looked at the clever youth. His hands were also placed on his trousers. He was very respectful and his eyes were filled with fanaticism.
Only Wang Zhuo glanced at him nonchalantly and let out a soft snort.
Wang Zhuo's father quickly came forward with a respectful expression and said, "Supreme Immortal, these three people are the people recommended by the Wang Clan."
The young man nodded and impatiently asked, "Who is Wang Zhuo?"
The old man's face lit up and he quickly pulled Wang Zhuo and said, "Supreme Immortal, this is my son, Wang Zhuo."
The young man looked deeply at Wang Zhuo. His expression slightly relaxed as he nodded and said, "Junior Brother Wang is indeed talented. No wonder Martial Uncle Dao Xu took a fancy to you."
Wang Zhuo proudly looked at Tie Zhu and the clever youth and proudly said, "That's natural. This young master's cultivation spirit root has been praised by Immortal Dao Xu."
The young man frowned, but he quickly relaxed and looked at Wang Zhuo with a smile that wasn't a smile. He waved his sleeves and took the three youths on a cloud and disappeared.
Fourth Uncle looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "Tie Zhu, you must be chosen!"
Wang Lin felt his body lighten and the strong wind hurt his face. He looked carefully and was immediately shocked to find that he was being held under the arm of the young man. The village on the ground turned into palm-sized black dots that quickly moved backward.
In just a short while, his eyes were already red from the wind and tears flowed down.
"If the three of you don't want to go blind, then close your eyes." The young man's cold voice came.
Wang Lin's heart trembled and he quickly closed his eyes. He didn't dare to look anymore. His yearning for cultivation became even stronger.
Not long after, Wang Lin could feel that the young man was out of breath and his speed had clearly decreased. Then, his vision blurred and the young man quickly fell. The moment he landed, the young man loosened his arm and the three youths fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the fall wasn't heavy. The three of them quickly got up. In front of Wang Lin was a paradise. There were green mountains and clear waters. There were birds and the fragrance of flowers.
In front of them was a mountain peak that pierced through the clouds. Thousands of rocks competed with each other. Clouds and mist surrounded it, making it difficult to see its appearance. Occasionally, one or two beast cries could be heard.
There was a twisted stone path winding down from the mountain peak. It was like a scene from a painting; the mountains were beautiful and the water was clear.
There was a feeling of being separated from the world.
Looking up from a distance, there was a large hall at the top of the mountain. Although it was covered by clouds, there were bursts of seven-colored light that made people want to worship it.
Next to the hall, there was a long stone bridge that was like a crescent moon. It extended into the clouds and connected to another mountain peak.
Such a paradise was naturally the location of the Heng Yue Sect. The Heng Yue Sect was one of the few cultivation sects in the country of Zhao. 500 years ago, it once ruled the entire cultivation world of the country of Zhao. It had several Nascent Soul old monsters and was extremely glorious. Unfortunately, as time passed, there were many changes. Today, the once great sect had shrunk to the point where it could barely stand firm in the cultivation world.
But even so, the Heng Yue Sect was still out of reach for the mortals within thousands of miles.
"Junior Brother Zhang, are these three youths recommended by the Wang family?"
A black-clothed middle-aged man floated over from the foot of the mountain with a trace of the air of an immortal.
The young man's face revealed a respectful expression and said, "Third Senior Brother, these three people are indeed recommended by the Wang family."
The middle-aged man's eyes swept over and focused on Wang Zhuo. He smiled and said, "The Sect Head knows that you have reached a critical point in your cultivation, so he let me conduct the test. You go cultivate."
The young man nodded and his body moved. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace along the mountain path.
Wang Lin stared blankly at the scene in front of him. His heart was filled with excitement. Suddenly, he felt someone pull his clothes. He turned his head and saw that it was the quick-witted young man. The young man's eyes became even more fanatical and he whispered, "This is where the immortals live. Damn, no matter what, I, Wang Hao, will be chosen!" After he finished speaking, he touched the bulging thing inside his clothes.