Having made his choice, Lu Ye felt relaxed both physically and mentally.
He has always been open-minded. When he was kidnapped by Evil Moon Valley and became a slave in the mines, he could quickly accept the reality.
No matter how bad the situation is now, it can't be any worse. It's just missing this opportunity to join the sect and practice.
Because the results would be available soon, everyone who filled out their applications did not disperse, but gathered together and waited quietly.
On the contrary, the monks in the valley suddenly became busy, with figures flying back and forth in mid-air, constantly coming in and out of the nearby peaks.
Lu Ye didn't know what they were doing, but it looked like something unexpected had happened. However, he was just a young monk waiting for his fate to be judged, and it was not his turn to worry about this.
Half a day later, when the mustache who had collected everyone's wishes appeared again, Lu Ye knew that the result was out!
The mustached man came straight to the front of the crowd, holding a list in his hand. After everyone's attention was focused on him, he chanted loudly: "Zhengqimen, Cui Dayuan!"
Among the crowd, a stocky young man heard his name. He was stunned for a moment, and then jumped three feet high, cheering and excited.
People around him looked at him with envy, and those who knew him well congratulated him constantly.
The mustache did not pause, nor did he pay attention to the chaos below, and continued to read: "Qingyumen, Lu Tianyi, Dong Peng!"
"Qimushan, Zhao Wenlin, Tang Ni, Gao Rui..."
"Mount Fenyue..."
The mustache's voice is not loud, but no matter how noisy the people below are, his voice can still be heard clearly in everyone's ears.
The sects were read out one by one, and the names were announced one by one. Everyone who heard the name was very happy, which meant that they had completely got rid of the identity of mining slaves, had the capital to change their destiny, and would no longer suffer as before.
Oppressed but unable to resist.
Behind the crowd, Lu Ye listened quietly, his expression calm, without the anxiety of those around him, and he looked a little out of place with the surrounding environment.
Just as he had thought before, the two first-grade sects that came this time did not recruit many disciples. The Zhengqi Sect only accepted one person, and the Qingyu Sect accepted two people. They should all be just mean-spirited. The real ones are
Those sects with grades four to seven, and the lower the grade, the more disciples they have. The largest family has more than 20 disciples.
Yu Xiaodie's name was also read, and she and some other people were included in Baihua Valley.
The little girl's face flushed with excitement, but unfortunately no one shared her joy.
More and more sects were being read out, and those whose names had not been read out gradually became anxious.
Finally, when the last name was read out, the mustache took away the piece of paper and said: "The accepted disciples of each sect are waiting here. Your senior brothers and sisters will come to pick them up later. I hope you have a good life after joining the sect.
Practice and one day you can fight alongside me."
"Is this senior brother gone?" someone asked in a trembling voice, and the name of the person who asked the question was undoubtedly not mentioned.
Like him, there were almost ten people whose names were not read out, which meant that they missed the opportunity to join the sect and practice. At this moment, their expressions were a little lost, and one woman was sobbing softly.
Lu Ye was among these ten people, and he didn't feel depressed at all. He had made his own choice, and he only chose the lowest-level Jade Blood Sect. This way he was eliminated, which meant that no matter what choice he made, he would be eliminated.
There will be no results.
I heard that monks who do not have a sect can do casual cultivation, but without the protection of a sect, it is more difficult to practice on your own. The advantage is that you are free and unrestrained.
If you think about it this way, it's not bad.
And he also has a talent tree, which is an advantage that others don't have.
He was thinking wildly here, but the mustache had raised his head, looking past everyone and looking somewhere in the distance.
In that direction, an old man appeared out of nowhere, staring at Lu Ye. It was Mr. Tang.
Ever since Mustache began to read out the results, Mr. Tang appeared. He had been secretly observing Lu Ye.
Due to some extremely special reasons, the Jade Blood Sect has not admitted any disciples for thirty years. The sudden admission of people at this time will definitely affect the sensitive nerves of some people.
But if this disciple only has Yiye's talent, it doesn't seem to matter much. If the talent is too poor, he is destined to have little success in the future, but he will not be targeted by interested people.
Mr. Tang was not willing to accept his disciples, but the rules of the alliance were there and he couldn't refuse. It was really a dilemma.
So he wanted to come and see Lu Ye in person.
Among the more than a hundred people, Lu Ye was undoubtedly a bit of a maverick. Those whose names were read out cheered loudly, while those who were eliminated were like mourning concubines. He was the only one, standing there quietly from beginning to end.
Recalling the scene when he saw Lu Ye in the dark mine, Mr. Tang sighed slightly and nodded slightly under the gaze of his mustache.
Now that the alliance rules were in place, he really couldn't refuse. In this case, he could only accept it first, and then ask for favors from his old friends and send it to other sects to practice.
After receiving Mr. Tang's reply, the mustache smiled slightly.
He looked at the person who had just asked the question and said, "By the way, there is another sect!"
He looked solemn and shouted: "Blue Blood Sect, Lu Ye!"
Among the crowd, Lu Ye's thoughts had already spread to the sky. When he heard his name, he couldn't help but be stunned and looked up at his mustache.
Their eyes met, and the mustache smiled slightly: "Congratulations, Lu Yiye!"
It was endless, and Lu Ye couldn't help but twitch in the corners of his eyes.
The mustache said again: "Okay, I'm done reading now. Anyone whose name is not read can follow me."
"Senior brother!" Lu Ye raised his hand and shouted loudly.
The mustache turned around and said, "What's the matter?"
Lu Ye stared at him: "Dare I ask senior brother Gao's name? What is his cultivation level?"
The mustache wiped the beard around his mouth and looked at him with interest: "What? Are you trying to beat me?"
Lu Ye's face was expressionless: "I don't dare, I just want to remember my senior brother's kindness today."
"Have ambition!" The mustached man chuckled, "Then listen carefully, I am Leshan, the Zhengqi Sect, and my cultivation level is the seventh level of Yunhe. Do you remember it?"
Being upright again, Lu Ye nodded: "Remember!"
"Then practice hard, Lu! Yi! Ye!"
Leshan led those whose names were not read out gradually and drifted away. These people were feeling extremely upset at the moment. If they had known this would be the result, they would have chosen the Blue Blood Sect. Maybe they could join it. It would be better than nothing now.
No one to rely on.
Little did they know that if they really chose the Blue Blood Sect, then even Lu Ye would be eliminated as well.
He has not accepted a disciple for thirty years. If it were not for the alliance rules, Mr. Tang would not let go this time.