Socially anxious me transmigrated to a world of cultivation.

The pure white snow covering the earth seems to purify the soul, making one feel that all worries have vanished.

An ancient city, nestled within, gives one the feeling of stepping into a paradise.

Suddenly, on the snow-covered plain, a man's figure appeared.

After the man appeared, he looked around blankly, as if trying to figure out where he was.

However, the man who appeared was none other than Pingfan, who had just been in the chaotic void and was teleported here by Kunpeng with a single glance.

When Pingfan arrived in the boundless white world, the words of Kunpeng kept echoing in his mind.

"Go to the Snow Sword Sect and find Xu Yiyan. She will tell you everything you want to know."

After the echo in his mind disappeared, Pingfan looked at the city not far away and started walking towards it.

When Pingfan arrived at the city gate, he was stopped by a guard who was guarding the city, and then he heard the guard's cold words.

"Please pay ten spirit stones to enter the city."

Upon hearing this, Pingfan looked at the guard in confusion, trying to recall what spirit stones were, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember. So he asked in a low voice.

What are spirit stones?

Upon hearing Pingfan's words, the guard looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

The guards stared at Pingfan for a long time, but couldn't detect a trace of pretense on his face, which surprised them.

The guard, regaining his senses, spoke impatiently to Pingfan.

"If you don't have spirit stones, please leave and don't cause trouble here."

Hearing the guard's words, Pingfan was momentarily at a loss for words, but he could also tell that the guard in front of him clearly did not want to talk to him any further.

Just as Pingfan was at a loss, a man dressed in blue robes came up to him and spoke softly to the guard in front of him.

"I'll cover this fellow Daoist's entrance fee."

As he spoke, the man took out twenty spirit stones from his storage bag and handed them to the guard.

Upon seeing the spirit stones handed to him, the guard glanced at the man, took them, and stepped aside, ignoring the two of them.

When Pingfan saw this scene, she felt amazed, but she didn't forget to give the man next to her a grateful look.

Seeing Pingfan like this, the man casually waved his hand and slowly asked.

"My name is Luo Bin. May I ask how you should address me?"

As he spoke, the man gestured to Pingfan, indicating that he could now enter the city.

Seeing this, Pingfan followed the man and said gratefully.

"I am but an ordinary person, and I thank you for your generosity earlier."

Upon hearing this, Luo Bin waved his hand and then said with a serious expression.

"These are all minor matters, not worth mentioning. Seeing that Brother Ping has come to Snowstorm City, he must be attending the Snow Sword Sect's once-in-a-decade disciple recruitment ceremony."

Upon hearing the name Snow Sword Sect, Pingfan instantly perked up and asked with some excitement.

"So, Brother Luo, you've also come here to attend the Snow Sword Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Bin smiled and said.

"Most of the cultivators who have come here are here to participate in this grand ceremony, hoping to join the Snow Sword Sect in turn."

Upon hearing this, Pingfan glanced around at the passersby and found that, just as Luo Bin had said, they were all heading in the same direction.

Seeing this, Pingfan withdrew his gaze, looked at Luo Bin beside him, and asked curiously.

"When will this grand ceremony begin?"

Hearing Pingfan ask this question, Luo Bin looked at him in surprise. Luo Bin had noticed Pingfan since entering the city.

Although he appeared to be around eighteen years old, he had no cultivation whatsoever.

However, he could sense that Pingfan possessed some kind of physique that made him want to get closer.

Seeing that Pingfan looked like a newborn baby surprised Luo Bin somewhat.

Suddenly, Luo Bin had a bold guess: this man named Pingfan was actually an ancient demon beast that had unexpectedly transformed into human form.

Otherwise, why would they not even know some basic common sense?

Moreover, through his keen divine sense, he could discern that an ordinary body definitely had something that attracted cultivators.

However, Luo Bin had no intention of imprisoning Fan Ping for his own cultivation.

After all, if he did that, how would he be any different from those insidious and vicious villains?

Thinking of this, Luo Bin withdrew his gaze from Pingfan and looked at a martial arts arena in the center of the city, and slowly said.

"It has already begun."

Hearing Luo Bin's words, Pingfan was slightly taken aback. Then, seeing him looking ahead, he followed his gaze.

Not far ahead, there was a martial arts arena that was more than 20 meters long and wide. Passersby who had entered the city were all gathered around the arena.

On the dueling platform, a dozen young men and women dressed in white were talking to the crowd below.

Upon seeing this scene, Pingfan instantly became interested and was about to walk over quickly when he remembered Luo Bin beside him.

Immediately, Pingfan looked conflicted, unsure whether to walk faster or slower.

Luo Bin, who had already turned his gaze away from the arena ahead, smiled when he saw Pingfan's conflicted expression.

"Brother Ping, there's no need to rush. This grand ceremony will last for seven days. During these seven days, anyone who meets the Snow Sword Sect's standards for accepting disciples can join."

Hearing this, Pingfan breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he was still very curious about what the ten young men and women were talking about.

Seeing this, Luo Bin couldn't help but find it amusing, feeling that Pingfan was like a child who hadn't grown up yet, curious about everything.

Luo Bin quickened his pace and headed towards the arena, speaking to Pingfan.

"Shall we hurry up and see what they're saying?"

Upon hearing Luo Bin's words, the struggle on Pingfan's face disappeared, and he quickened his pace to follow.

A moment later, Pingfan and Luobin arrived below the arena and heard the words of the man standing in the middle of the ten people on the arena.

"Welcome, fellow cultivators, to the Snow Sword Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony."

As he spoke, the man pointed to a large blue rock behind him and said slowly.

"Those cultivators who wish to join the Snow Sword Sect, please come up on stage one by one and touch this stone tablet."

Upon hearing this, Pingfan noticed a tall, blue stone tablet behind the man.

In the center of the stone tablet, there is a handprint, and around the handprint are fine lines.

After seeing the appearance of the stone tablet, Pingfan's eyes sparkled with bright little stars, and he wanted to go up on stage immediately to touch the stone tablet.

At this moment, seeing the crowd below becoming excited, the man smiled and said loudly.

"The Snow Sword Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony officially begins!"