Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

The Danfeng Peak Master coughed lightly, smoothed his sleeves, and inadvertently revealed the ornament at his waist. In terms of resources, which of the seven peaks could compare to their Danfeng? A mutated fire spirit root, just right for alchemy, this is a natural seedling of Danfeng.

Han Ziyan shook his head, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "This disciple has long admired Immortal Venerable Xuandu, but the Immortal Venerable no longer accepts disciples. Therefore, I wish to settle for second best and become a disciple of True Person Lingwu."

When he said that, the others felt a pang of regret, but they stopped trying to stop him. The original owner of this body was not qualified, but her master was capable of taking on seven opponents at once.

They sighed with a touch of jealousy. What a Xuan Du! His previous apprenticeship ceremony had attracted a swarm of disciples, leaving them extremely embarrassed with few visitors. It was only after he took in the original owner of the body and made a Heavenly Oath that their situation improved. They never expected that his disciple would stand up for them again. If things continued like this, they would lose face.

The sect leader had no choice. After all, it was Xuan Du, and he couldn't disregard the other person's wishes. Finally, he looked at Yue Wu and said, "Little Wu, what do you think? Don't worry about it, just do what you think is best."

He certainly didn't want to, but he couldn't openly threaten a junior, so he could only hope that she would understand the hint.

After a moment's consideration, Yuewu quickly replied, "Okay, you'll be my second disciple from now on! Welcome!"

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and they were puzzled. "Wait, isn't this your first time taking on an apprentice? How come you're ranked second?"

Yuewu remained calm, walked up to Ji Ci, and handed him the jade pendant. "Do you want to be my eldest disciple, my first disciple?"

Ji Ci looked flattered and surprised. He glanced at Yue Wu and then quickly lowered his head, excitedly accepting the jade pendant that signified his status as a disciple. He knew that he was not talented and was just an ordinary person with a bit of good luck. His only outstanding skill was cooking.

He couldn't help but cry when he thought about his past experiences; he hadn't felt someone's trust in a long time.

Yuewu looked at her eldest disciple with satisfaction. She had only just learned that he was the pitiful male protagonist of the cultivation world that 66 had told her about, who was forced to become a chef because of his excellent cooking skills. She even thought that he had been traumatized by this incident and had abandoned cooking to become a cultivator.

It's such a pity. She would definitely help him regain his confidence and pick up the spoon again.

She was only trying to save a lost young man, not for her own selfish desires, hehe.

"Keep it up, young man, I believe in you."

She patted his shoulder with feigned maturity, offered a word of comfort, and was about to leave when she noticed Han Ziyan standing next to her with a somewhat stiff expression. Only then did she remember that he was also her disciple.

She casually took out a fruit from her storage ring and handed it to him. The fruit was a top-quality spiritual fruit that could effectively consolidate one's cultivation, but it was not yet ripe and tasted sour and astringent. She took one bite and didn't want to eat any more.

"This is your apprenticeship gift, please accept it."

The difference in Yuewu's attitude towards the two was obvious, which made Han Ziyan's face turn even more ashen. He forced a smile for the sake of his image and said through gritted teeth, "Disciple thanks Master."

Yuewu found it amusing, and got angry so easily. She's so easily amused; even an undercover agent can't keep her composure.

Thinking it over, he concluded by saying to the two of them, "You two should get along well as fellow disciples from now on."

On the way back, I noticed that Han Ziyan's face had darkened even more. I didn't understand, why was he angry about this?

You're stingy.

The apprenticeship ceremony came to an end. No matter how much the other peak masters thought about it, they couldn't very well take a junior as their disciple. Oh well, they could always find a good one.

With a cry of freedom, the disciples breathed a soft sigh of joy. It was finally over, and they could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Their efforts hadn't been in vain, but they couldn't let their guard down once they entered the Qingyun Sect.

The crowd gradually dispersed, following their respective masters to their lodgings. Yuewu, being a master for the first time and unfamiliar with the procedures, ran off as soon as she heard it was over.

Seeing the two bewildered people, Xuan Du instructed Xuan Qing to take them to Yue Wu's residence before turning and leaving.

"Han Ziyan, I never expected you to choose such a master. Who in the immortal sects doesn't know that she is the last surviving member of the Qilian clan, and that she only achieved her current status by currying favor with the Immortal Venerable? Are you out of your mind to choose her?"

He hated his own hypocrisy, but he also couldn't stand seeing his genius go to waste. Everyone else avoided him, but he was the only one eager to become someone else's apprentice, along with another good-for-nothing.

As for Ji Ci, he didn't care. He came from a family of spiritual chefs. If he didn't have excellent cooking skills, who would be willing to go all the way to save him from that evil cultivator madman?

It was because of saving Ji Ci that his uncle's foundation was damaged. He wanted him to cook some spiritual dishes to aid recovery, but the uncle claimed he had contracted a heart ailment and would never cook again.

Bah, you piece of trash.

Running away from every little thing is pathetic.

Ji Ci couldn't bear to see him insult Yue Wu like that. His dark eyes stared intently at him, which was somewhat eerie.

"You are not allowed to speak ill of my master!"

Xiao He curled his lips into a sneer, his eyes filled with disdain. He had said, what could a piece of trash do to him?

Han Ziyan parted his thin lips slightly, "Xiao He, what right do you, a mere disciple, have to criticize a true master?"

Xiao He disliked Han Ziyan in the first place, and such words would undoubtedly provoke him. What did he mean by "a mere disciple"? In terms of status and position, he and Yuewu were of the same generation, and both could be considered his senior uncles.

"So what if I'm a True Person? Sooner or later I will reach the Golden Core stage, or even the highest. I don't even care about a mere Golden Core cultivator."

He couldn't help but imagine himself in the Great Ascension stage. At that time, everyone in the world would admire him. Even if Han Ziyan felt aggrieved and unconvinced, he would still have to greet him. He would definitely become a hero of the immortal sect.

Like the Immortal Venerable Xuandu.

"Xiao He, is it? You insulted your elders and disregarded the sect's rules. Go to the Discipline Hall to receive your punishment."

Xuanqing values ​​the rules above all else. How could he allow a disciple to disrupt the sect's order, especially since he spoke disrespectfully to his junior sister, which is even more unforgivable?

Xuan Shen stepped forward and handed Ji Ci a token, the pass to enter and exit Jianfeng. Leaning on Xuan Qing's shoulder, he warned Xiao He, "Our little junior sister isn't someone you can gossip about here, understand?"

Xiao He gritted his teeth, probably not expecting to be overheard, especially by the senior brother of the person he was talking about, and immediately felt extremely embarrassed.

"Yes, senior brother, I know I was wrong. I will go and accept the punishment myself."

Xuan Shen was too lazy to get involved in their mess anymore, so he told the two of them to go to Jianfeng to wait for arrangements. He thought he had done a good job, so he took his senior brother away. He couldn't help but talk to Xuan Qing as they walked.

"Senior brother, Xiaowu is so lucky! She got two good disciples on her first try. Unlike me, I've never won a single bet. I'm so envious!"

His eyes darted around, clearly plotting something. Xuan Qing, having grown up with him since childhood, guessed his intentions as soon as he spoke and quickly interrupted, "If you dare to take Junior Sister to gamble, I'll break your legs."

Xuan Shen admitted defeat, after all, he was a man of his word, and joked with a grin, "What bet? It's actually a prize quiz, just a little game, haha."

Xuan Qing remained expressionless. "That won't work either. Don't even think about it."

He pursed his lips, thinking that his senior brother was really old-fashioned.

Boring!

Overjoyed, Yuewu ran out, forgetting that the sect's main hall had told her the distance between the sword peaks was so great that she would break her legs walking there. She also only learned today that she was afraid of heights and dared not fly on her sword.

Someone like her, who would faint and fall down the moment she went up, might become the first cultivator in the cultivation world to die from a fall while flying on a sword.

She might become famous overnight, the talk of the town, and every time Professor Yujian teaches her swordsmanship, he might mention her, saying, "Hey, did you know that one of your senior sisters fell because she wasn't concentrating while studying? Don't follow her example..."

The thought of that scene makes me want to die.