Warren's Rise and Fall

Along the way, Wang Lunwo saw many disciples wearing brand new clothes. The brand new materials shone with a unique luster in the sun, as if every fiber contained the expectation for the celebration. The disciples' faces were filled with excited smiles, and the smiles were as bright and moving as flowers blooming in spring. Some disciples were talking to each other, their words were like cheerful streams, discussing the upcoming celebration, and their words were full of longing for the unknown and wonderful; some disciples were busy preparing various items. They shuttled between the courtyards, with brisk and firm steps, contributing their own strength to the smooth progress of the celebration. They carried decorative ribbons, lanterns, and tables and chairs for food and drinks. Although they were busy, everyone's eyes revealed an indescribable joy and pride.

When Wang Lunwo arrived at the celebration site, he was amazed by the scene in front of him. He saw a wide square filled with tables and chairs, which were neatly arranged as if waiting for a grand banquet. On the tables and chairs were placed all kinds of exquisite food and wine, the aroma of the food was overflowing, there were exquisitely shaped pastries, the icing on the surface of which sparkled in the sun, like small works of art; there were also all kinds of delicious delicacies, and the rich dishes exuded an attractive aroma, making people salivate. The wine was rippling in the exquisite utensils, clear and transparent, like a clear spring in the mountains.

The square is surrounded by colorful ribbons and lanterns. The ribbons are like rainbows falling from the sky, fluttering lightly in the breeze, as if telling the glorious history of Qingxuan Sect. Each ribbon carries a story of the sect, a major victory, or the legendary experience of an ancestor. The lanterns are like bright stars, swaying with warm light. Some of them are painted with mysterious runes, which are said to contain ancient power and blessings; others are painted with the iconic patterns of Qingxuan Sect, symbolizing the inheritance and glory of the sect.

In front of the square, a high stage was built. The stage was decorated with various precious gems and flowers, shining brightly. Those gems were like the brightest stars in the night sky, emitting charming brilliance. Each of them was priceless. Their light intertwined together to form a gorgeous world of light and shadow. Flowers clustered around the gems, exuding fragrance. There were delicate roses with layers of petals, like a burning flame; there were elegant lilies, white flowers exuding a faint fragrance, as if they were pure flowers scattered by fairies. On both sides of the stage, there stood a row of disciples in white robes, holding musical instruments, quietly waiting for the celebration to begin. These disciples were tall and straight, like rows of upright poplars. The musical instruments in their hands sparkled with metallic luster in the sun. There were melodious flutes, crisp zithers, and majestic drums, as if waiting for a musical feast.

As time went by, more and more disciples and elders came to the square. They each found their own seats and sat down, exchanging greetings with each other, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. The disciples bowed and greeted the elders, and the elders responded with a smile, their eyes full of love and expectations for the disciples. Some elders told the disciples about the history and traditions of the sect, hoping that they would remember them in their hearts; others asked about the disciples' progress in practice, giving them encouragement and guidance.

When the sun rose to the center of the sky, a melodious bell sounded. The sound was clear and loud, as if it was a call from ancient times, echoing throughout the Qingxuan Sect. After the bell sounded, an elder in a purple robe slowly walked onto the stage. His face was kind and his eyes revealed a sense of majesty. The purple robe fluttered in the wind, and the pattern embroidered with golden silk on the robe sparkled in the sun, highlighting his lofty status in the sect.

"Dear disciples, today is our Qingxuan Sect's official disciple-recruiting ceremony. It is a day worth celebrating." The elder's voice was loud and clear, like the sound of a Huangzhong bell, spreading to every corner of the square. "On this special day, we welcome a group of new disciples. They will start their own journey of cultivating immortals here and inject new vitality into the development of our Qingxuan Sect." The elder's gaze swept over every disciple in the audience, his eyes full of expectation and encouragement.

After saying that, the elder turned to face the new disciples in the audience, smiled and said: "New disciples, you are the future and hope of Qingxuan Sect. I hope that you can practice hard in the days to come, and strive to improve your cultivation and strength. The road to becoming an immortal is long and arduous, but as long as you have firm beliefs and unremitting efforts, you will surely succeed. At the same time, you must abide by the rules of the sect, unite and love, and work together for the prosperity of Qingxuan Sect." The elder's words were like a bright light, illuminating the way forward for the new disciples.

The new disciples responded in unison: "We will follow the elders' teachings!" Their voices were full of vigor and determination, as if announcing their arrival to the entire world of cultivation. The voices resounded through the sky and echoed in the valleys, showing their infinite expectations and firm belief in their future life of cultivation.

Next, there was a series of celebration ceremonies. The first was the apprenticeship ceremony for the new disciples. The new disciples walked onto the stage one by one and paid their respects to their masters. They knelt respectfully in front of their masters, their eyes full of awe and expectation. Their hands trembled slightly as they presented their gifts, which carried their respect and gratitude for their masters. Some disciples presented their carefully crafted calligraphy works, with strong and powerful strokes, which contained their understanding and pursuit of the way of cultivating immortals; some disciples took out precious herbs that they accidentally obtained in the mountains, hoping to help their masters in their practice.

Under the guidance of this new inner sect disciple, Wang Lunwo also found his master, the elder Fang Yuheng who was in charge of this assessment. The gift before going on stage was the flame crystal that he hastily borrowed from Yan Jinfan. The flame crystal exuded a fiery breath, and it seemed that there was a layer of light flame surrounding it. When elder Fang saw this gift, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he was very happy, with a gratified smile on his face. He gently took the flame crystal, feeling the powerful power contained in it, and then put on the badge of the inner sect disciple of Qingxuan Sect for Wang Lunwo. The badge shone with a unique light in the sun, symbolizing Wang Lunwo's official identity and honor as an inner sect disciple of Qingxuan Sect.

The elder next to him was also an expert at recognizing value. "Oh, Elder Fang, the flame crystal your disciple gave you is not simple. It can increase the chances of a cultivator comprehending the element of fire, and it also has a certain effect in improving cultivation. This gift is indeed a good one." His eyes revealed envy and appreciation.

A smug look flashed across Elder Fang's face, and he said modestly, "No, no, I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself." Then he put the flame crystal into his storage ring, as if he was afraid that this precious gift would fly away.

Wang Lunwo knew that the gift was right, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He understood that in the days ahead, he would need at least more care from Elder Fang. After all, he wanted to improve his cultivation, learn the techniques, and learn about alchemy, weapon refining, and formations. He really wanted to eat a big fat man in one bite. However, Wang Lunwo also knew that these things could not be rushed, and he needed to work hard step by step. But he knew very well that cultivation and techniques were indispensable and were the foundation for gaining a foothold in the world of immortal cultivation. Thinking of this, Wang Lunwo quietly returned to his position as an inner disciple, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, and he was determined to practice hard in Qingxuan Sect and realize his dream.

After the apprenticeship ceremony, there was a wonderful art performance. On the stage, the disciples showed their talents one after another, like a colorful feast of Xiuxian culture. Some disciples sang, their voices were crisp and pleasant, like the sound of nature echoing in the valley. The songs contained their feelings about Xiuxian life and their vision of the future, as if they could penetrate the soul and immerse people in it. Some disciples danced, their dance postures were light and graceful, like dancing butterflies. Their movements were smooth and natural, and every turn and every jump was full of agile beauty, as if telling an ancient legend of Xiuxian. Some disciples played musical instruments, and the melodious sound of the piano, the passionate sound of the flute, and the majestic sound of the drums intertwined to form a beautiful movement. The movement was sometimes passionate and surging, like surging waves, showing the determination of the cultivators to move forward courageously; sometimes it was gentle and melodious, like a gurgling stream, telling every bit of the road to Xiuxian. Other disciples performed magic, they pinched their hands, chanted in their mouths, and instantly the stage was shining. Under their control, the elements such as flames, water, and strong winds were unpredictable, showing the powerful strength and magical spells of the immortal cultivators. Their performance was wonderful and won the applause and cheers of the audience. The applause was as loud as thunder, and the cheers were one after another. The whole square was immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

The celebration lasted until the evening, when the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the square, tinging the entire venue with a layer of golden light. The afterglow was like a gentle mother, gently caressing every corner, making the entire Qingxuan Sect shrouded in a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere. As the last performance ended, the elder walked onto the stage again, and his figure looked particularly tall in the reflection of the setting sun.

"Today's celebration has come to a successful conclusion. Thank you to all the disciples and elders for your participation and dedication." The elder's voice seemed particularly solemn in the afterglow of the setting sun. "I hope that everyone will continue to work hard in their practice in the days ahead and contribute their own strength to the prosperity of Qingxuan Sect."

The disciples stood up and left the square in an orderly manner. Their faces were still filled with smiles of excitement and joy, as if the afterglow of the celebration was still echoing in their hearts. Wang Lunwo also slowly walked out of the square with the crowd, his heart full of expectations for the future. He knew that there would be countless challenges and opportunities waiting for him in the days of Qingxuan Sect. He must continue to work hard to create a world of his own in this world of immortal cultivation. He looked at the sky in the distance, and the sunset that gradually disappeared in the sky seemed like a mysterious painting, foreshadowing his future path of immortal cultivation full of unknown but hopeful. He clenched his fists, took firm steps, and walked towards his residence, ready to meet new challenges and opportunities and open a new chapter in his immortal cultivation in Qingxuan Sect.