SFS Chapter 1716 What makes him so special?
Chapter 1716 What makes him so special?
Mingchuan's gaze was fixed on the calm and composed figure in the light screen, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He was somewhat wary of people who were too perfect in their performance and yet kept a low profile just right.
This person's willpower and adaptability far exceed his apparent cultivation level, even surpassing many core disciples carefully cultivated by various sects.
It's not impossible that such a rough gem would end up as a rogue cultivator, but that would be somewhat of a coincidence.
"What does Master think of this person?" Mingchuan didn't give a direct answer, but instead asked in return.
Ye Yan stroked his beard and pondered, "Judging from his performance alone, he is absolutely top-notch. His temperament, comprehension, and intuition are all top-notch. If he is truly an innocent rogue cultivator, with proper training, his future achievements will be limitless. But... it is precisely because he is too outstanding that it makes people a little uneasy. The Wan Chuan Sect has just been established, and with great success comes great scrutiny. It is hard to guarantee that no one will try to take advantage of the situation."
Mingchuan smiled and said, "Master and I think the same way. Whether it's gold or sand, we have to test it to know. How can we turn away such fine material? We should not only accept it, but also give it special attention."
He emphasized the word "key point".
Upon hearing this, Ye Yan smiled knowingly and said, "Alright! We'll find out what it's like once it's in here! Once you're in our Wanchuan Sect, even dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie low!"
"Ah Xiong," Mingchuan called out.
Ah Xiong, who had been keeping an eye on things, immediately ran over: "Brother Ming, what's wrong?"
Mingchuan pointed to the young man named Lin Yi on the light screen and instructed, "After the trial, bring this person, along with several other outstanding performers, to the Hall of Inquiry. I want to meet him in person. Also, tell the disciple in charge of registration to thoroughly check Lin Yi's background, especially in the Liuyin Mountains, to see if anyone can provide more specific information."
"Alright! Leave it to me!" Ah Xiong patted his chest and agreed, glancing at Lin Yi on the screen. He muttered, "He looks like a weak scholar, but he's got such great skills? Fine, I'll see just how capable he is."
Mingchuan then said to Ye Yan, "Master, I'll leave this place to you for now. I'll go check on Zhao Hu's recovery and also arrange things for these new disciples after they've joined the sect."
"Go ahead, go ahead, I'll keep an eye on things here." Ye Yan waved his hand.
Mingchuan nodded, and his figure transformed into a silver streak of light once more, leaving the observation area.
He did not go directly to see Zhao Hu, but returned to the sect leader's hall first and sat quietly alone for a while.
Mingchuan's fingers tapped unconsciously on the jade table, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Su Hongzhen suffered such a great loss yesterday; given his vengeful nature, there's no way he'll let it go so easily.
They might not dare to launch a direct attack for the time being, but the possibility of them tripping them up or resorting to underhanded tactics is extremely high.
Could this suddenly appearing and exceptionally talented Lin Yi be just another pawn in the enemy's game?
"I hope I'm just overthinking it," Mingchuan muttered to himself. "If it's truly a gift delivered to my doorstep, then I won't hesitate to accept it. Perfect, I'll use you to sharpen the blades of our Wanchuan Sect's newly established oversight system!"
Whether Lin Yi's allegiance is genuine or not, once he's entered the Wan Chuan Sect, he shouldn't expect to leave easily.
If he's talented, squeeze every last drop of value out of him; if he's a spy, make him the most poisonous thorn in Su Hongzhen's side!
Trying to use the same methods he used to get back at him is impossible!
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The Holy Sect of Mending Heaven, Qixia Peak.
Amidst swirling clouds and the melodious chirping of celestial birds, the exquisite and magnificent palaces exude the elegance and extraordinary nature of a women's sect.
However, at this moment, in the Yao Guang Pavilion, the private meditation cave of the Holy Maiden Mu Yao Yao, the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant.
Mu Yaoyao wore a light blue dress, which made her look even more beautiful and refined. However, her usually bright and lively eyes were now filled with a lingering melancholy and vexation.
She leaned against the soft couch by the window, her jade-like hand unconsciously playing with a string of lustrous pearls on her wrist, her gaze somewhat vacant as she looked out at the surging sea of clouds.
Several beautiful female disciples dressed in matching pale yellow dresses stood respectfully at the foot of the table, not daring to utter a sound.
They had just given the Holy Maiden a detailed report on the aftermath of the Wan Chuan Sect's founding ceremony and the incredibly popular disciple recruitment that began yesterday.
"...According to multiple reports, since yesterday, over a thousand independent cultivators and disciples from smaller sects have traveled to the Wanchuan Sect to participate in the trials. The Myriad Manifestations Trial Realm is incredibly wondrous, attracting countless people. The area in front of the Wanchuan Sect's mountain gate is now bustling with activity, an unprecedented spectacle. Many smaller forces have already begun secretly inquiring about ways to establish connections or even become allied with the Wanchuan Sect..."
A female disciple in charge of intelligence cautiously summarized.
Upon hearing this, Mu Yaoyao paused slightly in her hand that was fiddling with the pearls, then tightened her grip even more, until her fingertips turned slightly white.
She closed her eyes and waved her hand: "Okay, you can go now."
"Yes, Holy Maiden." The female disciples, as if granted a pardon, quietly withdrew.
Only Mu Yaoyao remained in the pavilion, so quiet that only her slightly rapid breathing and the faint sound of the wind outside the window could be heard.
"Wanchuan Sect...Mingchuan..."
She murmured the two names, feeling a tightness in her chest, as if a damp cotton ball was stuck there.
Why...?
How could Ming Chuan advance so rapidly, from someone in the lower realm who needed her cooperation to make progress, to someone who, in a short time, was able to establish a sect in the Spirit Realm and create such a great reputation?
Even Qingfeng Yumen and Zixiao Jingyuan treated him with great courtesy and even friendliness.
And she, Mu Yaoyao, the Holy Maiden of the Butian Holy Church, once the pride of heaven, now has to sit here and listen to how others are so glorious and how their homes are so popular, and how they could possibly surpass the Butian Holy Church in the future.
Yes, she admitted that her previous collaborations with Mingchuan were mostly based on shared interests, and there were even instances of mutual scheming.
But now, seeing the other party soar to great heights while she seems to be stuck in the same place, this sense of disparity makes her extremely uncomfortable.
More importantly, the rise of the Wanchuan Sect was too fast!
The method of establishing a sect in the void, the mysterious "Myriad Transformations Return to One" technique, the domineering and protective style, and the ability to easily make the Qingcheng Imperial Law Sect suffer a setback before...
All of this suggests that the power structure of the Spirit Realm may undergo a dramatic change due to the emergence of the Myriad Rivers Sect!
Although the Heaven-Mending Holy Sect is a major sect with a long history, it has actually declined somewhat in recent years, relying entirely on its foundation and special techniques to survive.
If the Wan Chuan Sect truly rises to power, the Heaven-Mending Holy Sect's influence and resource share in the Spirit Realm will inevitably be squeezed.
This is the core reason why she feels uneasy.
"Does our Heaven-Mending Holy Sect really intend to just stand by and watch a newly emerging sect ride roughshod over us?"
Mu Yaoyao couldn't help but mutter to herself, her tone filled with resentment and anxiety.