The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

He cleared his throat and continued, "Anyway, since then I've become the Peak Master of the First Peak, and I've only ever accepted one inner disciple, Yan Chuan. As for outer disciples, I'd accept three or five every year, but they generally couldn't stand the loneliness and ran away after four years. I've strayed off topic. Come, come and offer some incense to the senior uncles and aunts of the First Peak."

After that, Wan Jinan said to Yan Chuan, "Yan Chuan, prepare the incense."

Yan Chuan responded by taking three sticks of green incense from the side and handed them to Jiang Yingxue, and instructed: "Infuse spiritual power before burning incense."

"Yes."

Jiang Yingxue respectfully accepted the incense, walked to the ancestral tablet, and knelt on both knees. After closing her eyes and silently chanting, Jiang Yingxue slowly channeled spiritual energy from her fingertips into the incense sticks. She could feel the spiritual energy flowing through the sticks, gradually merging with the incense. After a moment, Jiang Yingxue opened her eyes and firmly inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner.

At the moment the incense was inserted into the incense burner, a bright light quietly sprang up from the bottom of the incense burner, like a stream of light, quickly streaking across the platform from bottom to top. As the light flashed, on the stone tablet next to the spirit tablet, in the blank space after Yan Chuan's name, the three vigorous and powerful characters "Jiang Yingxue" slowly appeared. The name was like a brand, gradually engraved on the stone tablet.

Afterwards, Yan Chuan brought out an antique wooden chair and respectfully placed it behind Wan Jinan, then handed Jiang Yingxue a cup of warm tea. His movements were so familiar that it made people feel distressed. He didn't look like a disciple, but more like a personal servant.

Jiang Yingxue understood and took the teacup with both hands. A wisp of white steam rose from the edge of the teacup. The tea was clear and exuded a faint fragrance.

Jiang Yingxue held the tea, her expression even more respectful. She slowly walked to Wan Jinan and knelt again, her movements slow and solemn. She raised the tea high, her eyes sincere and humble, and said softly, "Disciple Jiang Yingxue, I pay my respects to Master. Master, please have some tea."

Wan Jin'an lowered his head slightly, looking at Jiang Yingxue kneeling before him, a glint of approval in his eyes. "Okay, from today on, you, Jiang Yingxue, will be my First Peak's inner disciple. Although you are weak and your progress may be slower than others, I believe that hard work can make up for lack of talent. In a year, I will take you to participate in the sect competition. Don't embarrass me then."

After hearing this, Yan Chuan couldn't help but frown.

Jiang Yingxue quickly lowered her head and replied, "Disciple will remember Master's teachings."

Wan Jinan then reached out to take the tea, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction: "Alright, you can go back on my crane first. Remember to remind Chu Ying not to forget her agreement with me. As for Yan Chuan, you stay. I still have something to tell you."

"Then I will take my leave first." After saying that, Jiang Yingxue left first.

After everyone left, Yan Chuan immediately turned to Wan Jinan with a serious expression and asked, "Master, do you plan to let Peak One participate in next year's sect competition?"

Wan Jinan nodded, a look of determination on his face as he said, "We've been oppressed by the Lingxi Sect for so many years. It's time for revenge, don't you think?"

But Yan Chuan still didn't understand: "The sect competition is held every five years. If Master really wanted revenge, why didn't he prepare earlier instead of recruiting disciples now?"

Wan Jinan sighed, looking helpless. "What can I do? I can't find anyone. Even if it's revenge, it has to be done at the right time, in the right place, and with the right people. Isn't that right?"

"But--"

"Alright, don't say buts," Wan Jin'an interrupted him immediately, his tone suddenly becoming urgent. He waved his hand, seeming a bit impatient. "Our sect is extremely poor. If I recruit all of them as inner disciples, it will require a lot of resources. In the next few days, help me refine a cauldron for Yingxue, Chuying, and that Cen Yizi. Remember to use good materials."

After saying that, Wan Jinan took out a bag of spirit stones from his sleeve: "This is all my wealth..."

Hearing this, Yan Chuan sighed helplessly, "I really owe you. I have things to do today, so we'll discuss the cauldron refining matter tomorrow morning. Since you accepted Jiang Yingxue as your inner disciple today, I'm afraid someone will soon ask why. You'd better come up with a good reason soon. I'll take my leave."

After saying that, Yan Chuan also left.

Early the next morning, Yan Chuan went to the weapon refining pavilion of Xianyun Sect.

Generally speaking, each peak would directly purchase an alchemy cauldron for freshmen, but the First Peak was an exception. In previous years, the disciples had to buy the cauldron with their own money, and when asked, the only thing they had was that they didn't have the money.

So this year, Wan Jinan was actually willing to use his own spirit stones to buy materials for Yan Chuan to refine the cauldron, which was unprecedented.

Yan Chuan bought some raw materials in the refining pavilion, and then walked to the innermost stone furnace to start refining.

At this time, the spiritual energy in the furnace was surging, and the scorching flames distorted the air.

Yan Chuan channeled his spiritual energy, controlling the heat to perfection. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, but his expression remained focused, not daring to relax. He formed seals with his hands, and a cyan light emanated from his fingertips, slowly pouring into the stone furnace. He manipulated the intensity of the flames to ensure that every bit of the material was fully integrated.

Time passed little by little, until night fell, and the materials in the furnace finally began to solidify and take shape.

Yan Chuan took a deep breath and waved his hand. A stream of spiritual energy shot out from the top of the furnace, and the flames suddenly went out. A faint glow shone from the furnace, and the shape of a tripod began to emerge. Yan Chuan slowly extracted the tripod from the furnace.

The alchemy cauldron was a calm dark green color, its surface was as smooth as jade, and it emitted a faint spiritual fluctuation. It was obviously of medium quality at first glance, but it really consumed too much spiritual power. It took a whole day to refine only one.

Just then, a drunk old man staggered in from outside.

The old man's hair was gray, and his face was slightly drunk. His steps were unsteady, and his feet slipped from time to time, as if he would fall at any second. However, his eyes were bright. He glanced at the alchemy cauldron in Yan Chuan's hand and exclaimed in admiration: "This quality, wow, it's really good! Your master was able to find a disciple like you who is so hardworking and selfless. It must be a blessing for him to have cultivated for several lifetimes!"

Upon seeing this, Yan Chuan quickly stood up and bowed to the old man: "Hello, Peak Master."

This person is none other than Jiang Shuncheng, the master of the third peak.

Jiang Shuncheng waved his hand and leaned over to the couch beside him, half leaning against it. His eyes were filled with a hint of drunkenness and a hint of helplessness. "Alas, I told your careless master all those years ago that you have a talent for refining weapons, and learning from me is the best choice. But he refused to do so. Don't you think about it? You have five spiritual roots. If you want to learn swordsmanship, you must cultivate each of them. But if you want to refine weapons, you can just focus on the fire spiritual root. With your talent, if you had followed me back then, you would have reached the Nascent Soul stage by now!"