After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

"Master"

Mo Junlin returned to Sword Pavilion and reported to Wan Jiansheng on the day's disciple recruitment.

"I heard there are two young, talented children..."

Yes, there are indeed two.

Wan Jiansheng stood outside the pavilion, gazing at the tower not far from him, and sighed as he asked, "Was there anything unusual about the seal on the Spirit Suppression Tower today?"

"There's nothing unusual, but the Spirit Suppression Tower has been built for a thousand years, and I'm afraid it won't be able to suppress the things inside for long."

Mo Junlin never inquired about what was inside; he only knew that even the sect leader couldn't give him much of an explanation.

The old man gazed at the restless black mist within the tower, thinking that this might be the calamity for the Divine Sword Sect.

"It's late, you should go back and rest. You must be tired from working hard today. Bring your new disciples over tomorrow to pay your respects to your master."

"This disciple will take his leave now."

Just as Mo Junlin was about to leave, Wan Jiansheng called out to him, "No matter what happens to Master in the future, you must take good care of the divine sword. Under no circumstances can it be destroyed in our hands."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

"Step down."

-

In his dream, Mo Shan'an stood in front of the courtyard he had seen at the Divine Sword Sect earlier that day. This time, however, he saw that the walls of the courtyard were indeed covered with talismans.

"This is really true, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Ugh, I don't want to dream about this, please change it."

Mo Shan'an went through all the addresses he knew in his mind, but when he opened his eyes, he was still standing in front of the gloomy courtyard.

"Sigh, is this a mission for me to go on an adventure?"

He hesitated for a moment but followed his heart and stepped forward. Mo Shan'an observed the talisman on the wall and noticed an unpleasant earthy smell on it, which made him take a few steps back.

The courtyard was like a wall, with no entrance or door at all. When the courtyard was built, the builders didn't bother to build a door.

So Mo Shan'an felt something was strange, and realized there was no door.

Seeing that there was no entrance and he couldn't get in, just as he was about to leave, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared and surrounded him.

Mo Shan'an dared not move. He raised both arms and looked at the black mist surrounding him, whispering something to it.

"I was just passing by; this talisman has nothing to do with me."

Surrounded by the black mist, Mo Shan'an felt no discomfort; on the contrary, it seemed as if the mist was scrutinizing him.

"can I go now?"

The black mist seemed to feel a pang of reluctance towards the cub in front of it, and nuzzled the back of its hand.

This action surprised Mo Shan'an. Did this black mist recognize him?

"you"

Before he could speak, the talisman on the courtyard wall burst out with a burst of red light and rushed towards him, making Mo Shan'an unable to open his eyes due to the blinding red light.

He raised his hand to block some of the red light, and could barely see a little bit.

The black mist noticed the little guy's discomfort and roared as it charged toward the red light. Mo Shan'an was too fast to stop it.

"No, don't go there."

This confirmed Mo Shan'an's idea. The red light, enveloping the black mist, slowly disappeared before his eyes, while the figure of the black mist appeared in the tower in front of him.

It was restless, it was angry, it wanted to break free of the seal, and these emotions grew stronger and stronger.

Mo Shan'an wanted to see more clearly, but he woke up suddenly.

"woke up?"

He looked at his underling, who was still wearing a mask, sitting next to him, and asked speechlessly, "Don't you feel uncomfortable sleeping with your mask on?"

Seeing that he was awake and didn't seem to be feeling unwell, Ming Qing reminded him, "Hurry up and wash up. That person from the Divine Sword Sect came earlier and told us to get ready to leave."

"Ah! He's come in. Did he see my face?"

He didn't wear a mask to sleep last night.

"Of course, I didn't see it."

Ming Qing paused for a few seconds on purpose, finding it somewhat amusing to look at the little guy with his eyes wide open.

"Don't worry, I've kept him out."

"Oh, all right"

Mo Shan'an patted him on the shoulder approvingly, "Well done, keep up the good work, your future is bright."

Ming Qing brushed his hand away, ignoring the cub's rambling, and pushed open the door, leaving without paying attention to the people calling her from behind.

"Wait for me!"

Mo Shan'an quickly jumped out of bed, put on his shoes, washed up hastily, and ran out the door, only to find that something was wrong.

"Oh, my mask."

He ran back with his short legs, put on the mask, and then went out again.

"It's not always a good thing for my younger brother to be so individualistic."

Wait for me!

When he followed the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect to a solemn hall, an old man was sitting there. He recognized him; he was the sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect.

"I think the golden buildings of the Dragon Clan are more beautiful."

Hearing the cub's words, Ming Qing's lips twitched slightly. He could not agree with the dragon clan's magnificent palace.

"Since you have joined my Divine Sword Sect, you must abide by the sect's 105 rules."

The man started reciting without caring whether they understood or not.

Mo Shan'an turned to the side and started complaining to the underling next to him.

"Their place isn't big, but they have a lot of rules—105 in total. Who can remember them all?"

Mo Shan'an felt drowsy and fell asleep, so he rested his head on the shoulder of the person next to him and started to doze off.

No, this sounds like a math teacher's class, and the hypnotic effect of the two of them being equally matched is quite satisfying.

Ming Qing also sat cross-legged, idly tugging at the little cub's drooping hair.

"Pfft, senior brother, look at those two!"

Jian Xiaoling suppressed a laugh and gestured for the man next to her to look; it was impossible to ignore.

Among a group of earnest little figures, the two little cubs, one in red and one in white, with masks on their faces, are the most eye-catching.

What's more, one of them actually fell asleep, while the other, bored, started playing a game of braiding hair.

Mo Junlin looked at the two below with a helpless expression, wondering if bringing them back was the right decision.

"That sleeping one has the same air about me back in the day."

When Zeng Shaoyang first entered the Divine Sword Sect, he almost fell asleep.

Wan Jiansheng noticed them at a glance and was somewhat curious about the masks on their faces.

After reciting all 105 rules of the sect, Mo Shan'an was also awakened by a round of applause. He asked groggily, "Is dinner served yet?"

The hall fell silent. Just as the applause stopped, Mo Shan'an's voice was exceptionally clear.

"Ha ha ha ha"

"Pfft"

Mo Shan'an snapped back to reality after hearing the burst of laughter. He realized what he had just said, and his face flushed red instantly.

There was a hole, and he wanted to crawl into it.

"Ahem, we can start eating after the apprenticeship ceremony."

Zeng Shaoyang jokingly told him, "Hang in there a little longer, and I'll give you an extra chicken leg later."

Thank you so much.

Mo Shan'an was glad he was wearing a mask, otherwise he would have lost face for the demon race.

The apprenticeship ceremony was a simple process: five children lined up, each kneeling before the sect leader, and then receiving a jade tablet engraved with the name of the Divine Sword Sect.

Mo Shan'an and his companion were relatively short and young, so they were assigned to the last row.

"Should we kneel down later?"

"No kneeling"

Hearing his younger brother's confident words, Mo Shan'an felt relieved.

"Then I won't kneel."

The little boy, who was six or seven years older than them, stared at the two brothers as if they were idiots. So many people wanted to enter the Divine Sword Sect but couldn't, yet they didn't even cherish the opportunity.