Chapter 124: So, You’re the 19th Direct Disciple

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Is Senior Brother Han a direct disciple?” Qiao Qing’er looked at the path in shock.

The others stared in disbelief.

What was a direct disciple?

Not counting the odd-job workers in the sect, there were tens of thousands of outer sect disciples and more than 3,000 inner sect disciples. After that, there were hundreds of true inner sect disciples under the various elders. Finally, there were the direct disciples.

In the entire Nine Mystic Sword Sect, there were hundreds of thousands of disciples and only 18 direct disciples!

These were the 18 most outstanding people among hundreds of thousands of people.

Luo Anning looked at the crazy crowd and her footsteps paused for a moment. Rong Yan held her waist tightly with one hand to prevent her from being knocked. Seeing her hesitation, he lowered his head and moved closer to her ear, “Aren’t you very interested? Let’s give it a try.”

Looking at the crowd that was getting crazier and crazier, Luo Anning bit her lip and shook her head,”… I don’t think so.”

Didn’t he not like to be crowded with others?

There were so many people. Even if he wouldn’t be bumped, there would inevitably be physical contact at such a close distance. Could he bear it?

After considering all these, Luo Anning was a little disappointed and decided to return to the villa. Just as she was about to turn around and walk back, her waist suddenly tightened and the man used force to hold her.

“Don’t worry, no one will bump into you. I’m here.”The man’s deep and magnetic voice was like a treasured vintage wine. It was so mellow and seductive.

It was a little sexy and a little seductive.

Especially that sentence, with me here, it was worth a thousand words.

”… But you don’t like to be crowded…”Luo Anning hadn’t finished her troubled words when her lips were blocked by a slender index finger.

In the man’s deep and phoenix-like eyes was a deep smile and… doting?

Before she could ask again, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Not long after, Xu Zhiyuan and the bodyguard immediately appeared behind the two of them.

“Young Master Rong, Young Madam, Good evening!”They greeted in unison.

Their voices were not low, but they were still drowned out by the cheers and cheers of the crowd.

Luo Anning turned around to look at the person who had just arrived. She opened her mouth slightly in surprise. Xu Zhiyuan and his bodyguards were all wearing ordinary casual clothes. The black and strict black suit that they wore during the day had long disappeared.

As for the bodyguards in black, they had changed out of their heavy black suits and put on ordinary clothes that were no different from ordinary people. The frightening sense of strictness had been greatly reduced!

Luo Anning could not help but sigh. “People really rely on their clothes and horses… different clothes make people have different temperaments.”

Xu Zhiyuan coughed. Young madam, are you praising or belittling me?

“All of you follow me. Just don’t let anyone get close.”After giving the order, Rong Yan held his wife and walked into the crowd.

The bodyguard led the way, and Xu Zhiyuan followed closely behind the two of them.

With the strong body of the man in black leading the way, it was indeed much smoother. The two of them came to the long table filled with beer. At this time, the host gave the order and announced the official start of the beer competition.

Isn’t this small village in front of me extremely simple?

“Eh, a newcomer?”

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, a young man in grayish-white linen clothes who was doing woodworking looked at Han Muye and smiled.

Han Muye nodded. He was considered a newcomer.

“Haha, I’m the 21st legacy disciple of the wood faction. You can call me Mu Eryi.”

The young man put down the saw, clapped his hands, and looked at Han Muye. “Which lineage are you from?”

Which lineage?

After thinking about it, Han Muye realized that he was not from any lineage.

Which lineage could the Sword Pavilion belong to?

“I don’t think I belong to any lineage…” he said, shaking his head.

Don’t exactly belong to any lineage?

Mu Eryi raised an eyebrow and shuddered.

In the sect, there was only one disciple!

Sect Master, Jin Yishui, Jin Ze!

This person cultivated two cultivation techniques and was the sect master. His disciple was indeed not from any sect!

As his gaze swept over Han Muye, Mu Eryi became even more certain of his judgment.

His body shone with spiritual light. He had just broken through not long ago, and there was still sword qi surging on his body.

The direct disciple of the sect master!

It was said that the sect master’s path was severed. Is he going to nurture his disciples?

“Hehe, not really. Understood, understood…” Mu Er smiled and put away the saw and ax. He carried them with a pole and turned to leave.

“Let’s go. I’ll lead you to the guardian elder of the secret place.

You know the elders stationed here, right? They’re the Water Lineage Sect’s Grand Elder Zhang Zhi and Elder Zhang.

When you go to his place, set a code name here in the future and build a wooden house yourself.”

Mu Eryi turned around and said enthusiastically, “If you lack manpower, I can help you build it.”

As he followed Mu Eryi into the village, Han Muye saw that the people living here were all young men and women in their thirties.

“Eh, another newcomer? Which lineage is he from?”

“Mu Eryi, could he be a newcomer from your wood faction?”

“I’ve never seen him before. He’s not in the top 10 of the inner sect. Who is he?”

Everyone looked at Han Muye with curiosity.

But no one asked directly.

Mu Eryi grinned and did not make any introductions.

The two of them walked to the middle of the village. There was a large house that was different from the surrounding vegetation and mud houses.

“The elders live here. The surroundings are where the direct disciples live.”

Mu Er pointed at the row of brick houses and said, “Among the 18 direct disciples, 11 of them live here.”

At this point, he chuckled and said, “After getting used to living in the spiritual land, I really can’t bear to go out.”

Han Muye turned to look, and the halo of spiritual energy around him flashed gently.

Is that all?

What is there to be reluctant about with so little spiritual energy?

Usually, he would use high-grade spirit stones to cultivate. The spiritual energy in them was much richer than here.

“Isn’t it said that there’s only one day a month to cultivate in this spiritual land?” Han Muye recalled the rules that had been passed down in the sect.

The spiritual energy in the spiritual land was also limited. If they did not set rules, it would probably be sucked dry.

This spiritual land’s spiritual energy was still supporting the entire sect’s array formation.

“Hehe, rules are for outsiders to see.” Mu Er revealed a proud expression and said with a smile, “Our direct disciples are the future pillars of the sect. The sect is still willing to bear this bit of spiritual energy.

Let’s go. You’ll know when you meet the elder.”

Han Muye nodded and followed him into the big house.

In the spacious and bright house, an old man in a green and gray robe was pacing. He held a kettle in his hand and watered the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

“Elder, there’s a new legacy disciple reporting today.” Mu Er put down the pick and said.

The old man who watered the flowers didn’t even raise his head. He just said indifferently, “Whose tutelage are you under?”

Under whose tutelage?

Han Muye froze.

Who is my master?

Is he an Elder of the Sword Pavilion?

It was just that there was no formal induction ceremony, nor did it say that he was a disciple of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

Then, if his direct disciple token was given to him by the sect master, would he be considered the sect master’s disciple?

If he had to say who his master was, he should be Mo Yuan’s disciple.

Mu Eryi looked at Han Muye and lowered his head slightly.

Didn’t he lead Han Muye here to find out his identity?

“Ahem, Elder, I’m probably a disciple of the Sword Pavilion Elder.” After thinking about it, Han Muye felt that he was closer to the Sword Pavilion Elder.

It was hard to say if the sect master would acknowledge him or not. It was better not to talk about this relationship.

Mo Yuan had already headed to the East Sea. In the past, he was only an outer sect disciple and did not have any background.

Being under the tutelage of the Sword Pavilion Elder seemed just right.

An Elder of the Sword Pavilion?

Mu Eryi’s eyes turned cold as he looked up at Han Muye.

Is he from the Sword Pavilion?

Isn’t everyone in the Sword Pavilion a sword caretaker?

Elder Zhang Zhihe, who was watering the flowers, also looked up at Han Muye.

“It’s you…”

He nodded slightly and said, “You were with Senior Brother Gao during the battle outside the Nine Mystic Mountain, right?”

Han Muye cupped his hands and said, “I did follow you during the battle.”

Zhang Zhihe put down the kettle in his hand, straightened his back, and reached out his hand. “To be able to follow me all the way, your character must be good.”

Senior Brother Gao is a proud and aloof person. It’s not easy to become his disciple.

Give me your identity token. I’ll register for you. From now on, you’ll cultivate here.”

I would cultivate here in the future?

Han Muye looked around with a hesitant expression.

How can I do that?

The concentration of spiritual energy in the spiritual land was not enough for him to cultivate.

Moreover, he mainly cultivated sword qi, which only the Sword Pavilion had.

“Elder, I’m only here to take a look, not to cultivate for a long time.

I’m a sword caretaker. I still work at the Sword Pavilion.”

As Han Muye spoke, he handed over the token that Sect Master Jin Ze had given him.

Direct disciple!

Looking at the token, Mu Eryi let out a low cry and almost bit his tongue.

Zhang Zhihe also trembled. He narrowed his eyes and looked up at Han Muye.

“So, you’re the 19th direct disciple.”