There's something wrong with the general.

There are a total of twenty-five disciples who passed the three trials this time. Among them, this young man has the best qualifications and is a natural spiritual root.

He was the first to choose the elders and decide who to worship under.

The others were still waiting anxiously in the back, some were feeling uneasy, while others were looking at the elders thoughtfully.

The Jiuxuan Sect has a total of seven peaks, with six elders, one supreme elder, and one sect leader each occupying one peak.

Because other elders have many disciples, they live in the disciples' dormitory.

Previously, Zhiming was the only disciple under the name of the Supreme Elder, so he lived with him on Yuping Mountain.

"Disciple refuses to accept!"

The young man stood up with a bang, a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

He said loudly, "When the Jiuxuan Sect accepts disciples, they must naturally follow the sect's rules. Can he pass the three trials? What does his aptitude mean? If he is more talented than me and has passed the three trials, I will naturally be convinced. But all the disciples who passed the trials today are here. Is there anyone whose spiritual roots are better than the Heavenly Spiritual Roots? That's why I refuse to accept it."

When you are in charge of an affair, you naturally have to be fair and just.

Now that the situation is under public scrutiny, if it is not handled properly, we might end up with an unfair reputation.

The sect leader was afraid of causing a commotion, so he did not say anything to stop the boy. Instead, he turned his head to look at the masked man sitting next to him.

The man said slowly, "That's exactly how it should be. You've gone through so much hardship to pass three trials. You must all be incredibly courageous and talented. However, accepting a disciple is a matter of fate. Since you're not convinced, how about I do as you say and let my new disciple pass these three trials?"

When the twenty-plus people heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

But he also knew that he would not catch the eye of the Grand Elder, so he watched from the sidelines like an outsider.

Only the young man had a glimmer of hope in his eyes, his hands clenched tightly, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Wen Yuxi felt as if the sky was falling.

No one told me that such a change would happen when I came here!

He touched Zhiming's fingers under his sleeve somewhat helplessly.

The other party sensed it, tilted his head slightly, and held his hand with cold fingers.

He touched Wen Yuxi's palm with his fingertips, put something in it, and then took it back.

Wen Yuxi grabbed it and hid it in his sleeve.

There was sweat on his palms, his heart was pounding, and his throat was a little dry.

He raised his head slightly and looked towards the hall, his gaze slowly falling on the masked man.

"Yu'er, come forward."

The man opened his lips slightly and spoke in a cold voice.

In the hall, everyone was looking around, wondering who this 'Yu'er' was.

How come it's a girl's name?

Wen Yuxi was also confused.

Is this called...him?

Not really.

He stood there without daring to move, and his senior brother did not come forward to remind him, so he decided to wait a little longer.

Until the man's eyes fell on him.

He finally realized that the word "Yu'er"

It was him he was calling.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw many people looking at him.

In fact, Wen Yuxi suffers from social anxiety disorder. Sometimes he is socially anxious, and sometimes he is very socially anxious.

But at this moment, he became autistic because of the name "Yu'er".

Take a deep breath.

Wen Yuxi walked out of the crowd and slowly came to the center of the hall.

He could feel the eyes of the entire hall on him.

It seems like peeping, curiosity, jealousy, and envy.

"They're already of age, right? They're not even old enough. The disciple chosen by the Grand Elder is nowhere near as good as Uncle Zhiming."

"But you haven't noticed that he is very handsome. Even in the sect, there are very few people who look like him."

"Tsk, what's the point of being good-looking? Can it improve your cultivation?"

"Who knows what the Grand Elder was thinking? He didn't even accept a disciple with natural spiritual roots. And then there was Senior Brother Bian before, who had a single spiritual root and was also good-looking. He was one in a million among all the disciples, but didn't the Grand Elder reject him too?"

"That's right, didn't the Grand Elder say that accepting a disciple is a matter of fate? It's possible that this junior uncle and he have a destiny."

The whispers of the crowd fell into Wen Yuxi's ears without exception, and went out of his other ear.

Since I have been accepted as a disciple by the master, I naturally cannot tarnish his reputation.

He looked straight ahead with neither arrogance nor humility, and bowed as a disciple to the people at the top.

Without being arrogant or impatient, he said in a clear voice: "Disciple Zhiyu greets Master, the Sect Leader, and all the elders."

The headmaster narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Wen Yuxi.

"Are you the Grand Elder's new disciple? Just now, your master asked you to undergo three sect trials. Are you willing?"

Wen Yuxi nodded: "Disciple is willing."

A hint of admiration flashed in the master's eyes, and he immediately called on his disciples to bring out the magical instruments for testing their spiritual roots.

It's impossible to fake it in front of everyone.

Wen Yuxi felt a little uneasy, as he really didn't know what kind of spiritual root the spirit of the weapon showed him.

But he was afraid that others would notice the strangeness on his face, so he stood with his hands behind his back, looking normal.

The headmaster pointed at the instrument used to test spiritual roots and said, "Stand on it and place your hand on the bead."

Wen Yuxi walked in as he was told.

This magical instrument for detecting spiritual roots has a square two-foot-long base underneath.

An iron rod as thick as a finger is connected to the base, and a glass ball the size of a bowling ball is connected to the top.

Who designed this instrument for testing spiritual roots?

It's really too simple.

Wen Yuxi complained inwardly while placing his hand on the glass ball.

The glass ball didn't move at all.

what's the situation?

He forgot to ask, what should this instrument for detecting spiritual roots do under normal circumstances?

After a while.

The glass ball remained motionless.

Everyone was so shocked that their eyes almost popped out of their heads, and their faces showed cracked expressions.

Wen Yuxi was really nervous now.

He looked in Zhiming's direction somewhat blankly, which made him feel a little more at ease.

Zhiming looked at him from afar, his dark eyes like water and his expression gentle, and nodded gently at him.

See him like this.

A warm feeling slowly passed through Wen Yuxi's heart, and he felt at ease.

Suddenly, a strong purple light shot up into the sky from the hall, illuminating the entire hall.

The light was too strong, and everyone covered their faces with their hands, but squinted their eyes to see where the light came from.

The glass beads used to test spiritual roots made a "sizzling" sound.

It makes a sharp sound that hurts the eardrums.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

Everyone looked forward hurriedly.

The glass bead that was shining with purple light just now suddenly exploded and turned into pieces that fell to the ground.

Everything happened in a flash.

Wen Yuxi was stunned by the sudden change before his eyes.

His right hand hung at his side, blood dripping out, and he forgot the pain.

"Yu'er!"

The Grand Elder suddenly stood up from his seat, a hint of panic in his voice.

Wen Yuxi finally came to his senses, looked up and shook his head at him.

The man's eyes flickered, and he said coldly, "Are you convinced?"

These words were said to the boy who was about sixteen or seventeen years old.

A trace of defeat and reluctance flashed in his eyes: "Disciple... I surrender."

The man continued to ask, "Do we need to undergo two more trials?"

The young man lowered his head and shook his head: "No need."