A month later.

Qingyun Sect.

On the misty White Jade Square filled with celestial aura, hundreds of young men and women left with heavy hearts and low spirits.

“Yunlou, Xingyue, remember to cultivate diligently within Qingyun Sect and feel free to send a message home if anything comes up,”

“You can also seek help from your uncles Han and Zhao, and your Auntie Zhao.”

Lu Changsheng spoke to his children before him.

Today marked the once-every-five-years Immortal Sects exam of Qingyun Sect.

Since Hong Yi had sent his son, Hong Xuanji, to participate in the Immortal Sects exam at Qingyun Sect,

Lu Changsheng thought it over and decided to have several of his children take the exam as well.

After all, cultivating at an Immortal Sect and learning skills in many aspects was indeed better than at home.

Moreover, Qingyun Sect wasn’t far from home; sending the children there meant they would not only receive the family’s training but also that of the Sect.

However, only those under eighteen could participate in the Qingyun Sect exam, so naturally, Lu Ping’an, Lu Yun, and Lu Quanzhen couldn’t take part.

Hence, out of the eight children he chose to send for the Immortal Sects discipleship exam, only his son Lu Yunlou and daughter Lu Xingyue, both with Sixth Grade Spiritual Roots, passed the assessment.

The other six children, along with Hong Xuanji, failed to make it through the exam.

Through connections, Lu Changsheng also had a rough understanding of Qingyun Sect’s criteria for accepting disciples.

Spiritual Root, perseverance, comprehension, Dao Heart.

The assessment was based on these four areas.

But there was another unspoken criterion: age.

Like Hong Xuanji with a Seventh Grade Spiritual Root, performed well in all three aspects of the exam but was disqualified because he was eighteen years old.

“Brother-in-law, rest assured, I will take good care of Yunlou and Xingyue,”

said a good-looking young man in his late twenties, standing tall and wearing the Qingyun Sect disciple’s magical robe, next to him.

It was Xia Zhizue’s brother, Xia Zhaoyang.

With a Fourth Grade Spiritual Root, he was doing quite well in Qingyun Sect, with a cultivation level of Eighth Level Energy Refinement, and he had hopes to reach Foundation Establishment in the future.

“Alright, in that case, I’m counting on you to look after Yunlou and Xingyue,”

Lu Changsheng said to his brother-in-law with a nod and a smile.

He hadn’t interacted much with Xia Zhaoyang, only conversing a few times.

However, his impression of the man was decent, not one of heartlessness or unfaithfulness.

After giving his instructions, Lu Changsheng walked down from the White Jade Square, leaving with the six children who had been eliminated and Hong Xuanji.

“Xingyue, Yunlou, although you’ve passed the exam, you are only outer disciples,”

“Besides cultivation, you need to choose a skill to learn. Which skill do you plan to study?” Xia Zhaoyang asked, turning to the two nieces and nephews.

However, the look he gave Lu Xingyue was noticeably more affectionate.

He had been cared for by his sister Xia Zhizue since he was a child.

Over the years at Qingyun Sect, Xia Zhizue often sent him a portion of her own cultivation resources and accumulated Spirit Stones.

Thus, he always kept this familial love in his heart.

“Father said I can choose medicine,”

Lu Xingyue replied crisply.

Although she had met this uncle several times, she still wasn’t very familiar with him, and her voice held a hint of estrangement.

“Father told me to choose Artifact Refining,”

Lu Yunlou said.

“Good, I’ll take you there,”

Xia Zhaoyang said, nodding his head and leading them away.

Even though Qingyun Sect had uniform arrangements,

as a disciple of Qingyun Sect, he knew some of the ins and outs.

For instance, if the Sect knew someone had a family member there, they were typically escorted by that member, which meant the outer disciples in charge might show a little more care and attention.

….

At the entrance of Qingyun Sect.

Many young men and women who failed to pass the exam left with sorrowful and disappointed expressions, some even crying out loud.

Under such circumstances, Lu Changsheng’s other six children were also downcast, pressing their lips tightly together.

Seeing this scene, Lu Changsheng couldn’t help but reminisce about his own feelings upon learning that he had been rejected by Qingyun Sect twenty-five years ago.

He patted his children’s heads and said with an air of calm, “It’s alright if you didn’t pass, I wanted you to gain some experience by bringing you here.”

“Xuanji, you shouldn’t take it too hard either,”

Lu Changsheng didn’t feel too strongly about the children’s failure to pass because he had anticipated it,

and he also maintained an indifferent attitude about it.

They walked out of the mountain gate,

where Hong Yi was eagerly waiting outside.

His face immediately fell upon seeing Lu Changsheng and his son exiting.

He had high hopes for his son, Hong Xuanji, wanting him to join an Immortal Sect and surpass himself.

But now, seeing his son walk out of the gate, he knew the boy hadn’t passed the exam.

“Brother Lu, Xuanji,”

Hong Yi greeted Lu Changsheng with a hand-over-fist salute.

“Xuanji did well in several areas of the exam, but he was disqualified because he’s a little too old,”

Lu Changsheng explained to Hong Yi.

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Hong Xuanji said, slightly bowing his head to his father.

He knew how much his father wished for him to be accepted into Qingyun Sect.

“Ah, it’s okay,”

Hong Yi sighed deeply, patted his son’s shoulder, and didn’t say much more.

Many others, like Hong Yi, showed sadness and disappointment when they saw their children or younger family members walking out of the gate.

Most of them, being Loose Cultivators, understood the hardship of such a path and wished for their offspring to be admitted into an Immortal Sect.

“Brother Hong, Xuanji is quite talented and intelligent, and he will not fare poorly in the future even if he hasn’t joined an Immortal Sect,”

“We ourselves were once rejected by Qingyun Sect as well, weren’t we?” Lu Changsheng said to comfort him.

“If Xuanji’s future turns out a bit like mine, that would be decent, but it’s audacious to compare him with you, Brother Lu,”

Hong Yi said, with a bitter smile on his face.

Then, turning to Lu Changsheng, he said with a hand-over-fist salute, “Brother Lu, I have an audacious request.”

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Lu Changsheng laughed lightly and replied,

guessing somewhat what Hong Yi was about to ask.

“I was hoping, Brother Lu, that you could let Xuanji continue to work at Bi Lake Mountain,”

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