I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

The main hall of Jiugongmen is named Jiuxing.

Inside the palace.

The exquisite lotus incense burner is placed in the center.

The unique sweet scent of sandalwood is constantly spreading everywhere, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The male disciples who had successfully passed the trial and were selected knelt in front in an orderly manner according to their ranking, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

On the beam six meters in front of them hung a dark blue pearl curtain.

Under the cover of the layers of bead curtains, the faces of several people in the high positions in front seemed vague and not clear.

The man sitting in the middle above is handsome, and his every move exudes elegance and easygoingness.

This person is none other than the leader of the Jiugong Sect, the Immortal Master Wuxia.

On his right sat a very charming woman.

There was a crescent moon on her forehead, and her lips were red without any makeup.

His brows reveal the majesty of a superior, which makes people feel no desire to overstep their bounds.

This person is the Immortal Venerable Qingwu, who, along with Wuxia and Ye Zhao, is one of the three Immortal Venerables of the Jiugong Sect.

And the person sitting on his right was naturally Ye Zhao.

Wuxia saw that everyone was present, so he put away the folding fan he was playing with and looked solemn.

The auspicious time has arrived and the apprenticeship ceremony has begun.

Disciples dressed in the dark clothing of the Jiugong Sect filed in, holding trays.

They stood in two rows, motionless.

The things they placed in the trays were jade pendants unique to the disciples of each immortal master of the Jiugongmen.

Anyone who is the master of a peak will give the jade pendant, which symbolizes the status of the disciple, to the chosen disciple.

The disciple had no objection and kowtowed. With the witnesses of the Nine Palace Sect, the master-disciple relationship between the two was established.

Looking around, Bai Wuxia's gentle gaze fell on Feng Qingwu, "Junior sister, you choose first."

Feng Qingwu folded her hands in her lap and said, "I only accept female disciples. Why don't you take a look at me, Junior Brother Ye, and see if there are any that you like?"

She smiled lightly, her tone sincere.

Hearing this, Bai Wuxia was overwhelmed and turned to look at Ye Zhao, "Junior brother, come here."

On the way here, he tried his best to persuade Ye Zhao to agree to accept him as his disciple.

But at this critical juncture, he was not sure whether Ye Zhao would do it.

Under Bai Wuxia's uneasy expression, Ye Zhao said calmly, "Okay."

Hearing this, Bai Wuxia felt relieved and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "I wonder which one you have taken a fancy to, Junior Brother?"

Ye Zhao did not answer, but raised her white hand under her long sleeves.

The spiritual power gathered in the palm of his hand, transformed into a strong wind that lifted the bead curtain with a fierce force.

The first disciple on the left holding the tray was blown by the wind, his hands trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the tray.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. The jade pendant in the tray was carried by the wind and floated in the air with a bright light.

Under the expectant and eager gazes of many people, the jade pendant floated like a graceful arc in front of Hua Jingmian, who lowered her head and silently counted the number of floor tiles.

Everyone held their breath and watched intently, not blinking, for fear of missing anything.

But seeing that Hua Jingmian looked as if he was in a trance, the disciple closest to him nudged him with his elbow.

"Are you willing to be my disciple and join my school?"

The voice was as clear and clean as frost and snow, exuding solemnity and seriousness.

This sound made people's hearts tremble for no reason, and all their irritability and anxiety were swept away.

Hua Jingmian came back to his senses and saw the jade pendant. He subconsciously raised his head to look up.

The layers of bead curtains collided, making a crisp and pleasant sound, like a barrier that blurred his vision.

The sound seemed to still echo in my ears and could not be ignored.

He was a little annoyed that he had been distracted just now. Wouldn't this mean that he didn't know who would accept him as a disciple?

However, thinking of the purpose of his visit, he calmed down again.

All he wanted was to be accepted into the Jiugong Sect. As for who his master was, it didn't matter at all.

Seeing that the protagonist below was slow to respond, Ye Zhao felt a little confused.

The protagonist of the original novel agreed very readily, so why is he silent now?

Could it be that the plot has deviated in a way that he is unaware of?

"Mingxi Immortal Venerable is asking you a question. Are you willing to become his disciple?"

One of the elders sitting below glared at Hua Jingmian, dissatisfied with the boy's daydreaming in broad daylight.

Even though Hua Jingmian was kneeling, his back remained straight.

He took the jade pendant with both hands and kowtowed three times, "Disciple is willing. Disciple greets Master."