These disciples basically joined the sect before the age of twelve, or even younger. Being brainwashed day after day and year after year in the sect, no matter how much collective family honor education they received from their families when they were young, they were basically successfully brainwashed by the sect after twenty or thirty years, leaving them with little attachment to their mortal families.
Over the years, the mortal aristocrats gradually realized that a disciple with outstanding talent could at most serve as their backer for twenty or thirty years.
So gradually, in the upper-class aristocratic circles of the capital, the rise and fall of a family for a long time in the future was roughly judged by whether a disciple with dual spiritual roots or better appeared in each family within twenty or thirty years.
If not, then it was foreseeable that this family would rapidly sink in the aristocratic circles until the day a disciple with dual spiritual roots or better appeared again.
Therefore, the immense pressure on Mo Yuanjiao, who clearly possessed the superior talent of a single spiritual root but refused to join a sect, could easily be imagined.
It was only because the main branch of the Mo family genuinely doted on Mo Yuanjiao that he was temporarily able to have his way.
However, it had not been long since the disciple recruitment period passed, and it was only the beginning of the first thirty-year cycle.
After all, the Mo family had produced Mo Yuanjiao, a disciple with a single fire spiritual root. Who could guarantee that Mo Yuanjiao wouldn't figure things out one day and have his family pull strings to get him into a sect?
Because of this concern, the upper-class circles had not yet kicked the Mo family while they were down.
But as time passed and Mo Yuanjiao grew older, his cultivation value to the sects would decrease. What would happen to the Mo family then was hard to say.
Therefore, Mo Yuanjiao was extremely eager to find out exactly what the serendipity in his dream was.
It wasn't that he disregarded the overall interests of his family, but ever since he had that dream on the eve of the disciple recruitment by the three major sects, whenever the thought of I might as well just join one of these three sects arose in his mind, a tremendous sense of loss and regret would well up in his heart.
Having read many storybooks since childhood, he believed that he might just be the chosen child of destiny, and this must be the guidance of the heavens!
If he missed it, perhaps what he missed would be a true path to immortality!
He knew very well that among the three major sects today, the elder with the highest cultivation base was only at the late Golden Core stage.
And many storybooks clearly wrote that above the Golden Core was the Nascent Soul, and above the Nascent Soul were even more powerful existences!
He believed that this serendipity guided by the heavens must definitely be an opportunity to become one of those more powerful existences!
Seeing Mr. Fortune Teller frowning and pinching his fingers to calculate for a long time without finishing, he grew a little anxious.
But he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing this profound expert.
After a long while, Song Jusheng finally opened his eyes. He looked at Mo Yuanjiao's anxious expression and thought to himself: Kid, you think I can't handle you?
He took a sip of the tea in front of him before saying indifferently to Mo Yuanjiao:
I just did a calculation. This serendipity of yours is not quite simple...
Please enlighten me, sir! Mo Yuanjiao immediately bowed deeply.
Song Jusheng stroked his beard, feeling somewhat delighted in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged. He pretended to ponder for a moment before speaking:
Although your serendipity is currently declining and shows signs of lying dormant, given time, purple clouds will surely come from the east, and you will proudly look down upon the heroes. It is a tremendously excellent serendipity.
Hearing this, Mo Yuanjiao was extremely excited:
Please tell me, sir, how can I obtain this serendipity?
Seeing his desperately anxious look, Song Jusheng shook his head with an unfathomable expression:
I only calculated that the serendipity is far in the east... As for the rest, the secrets of heaven must not be revealed.
Such things could not be explained too clearly; if explained too clearly, it would be easy to be seen through.
Even so, their Shangyang Sect was indeed located due east of the capital of the Kingdom of Pusi.
It was just that in the past, the sects always came to the Kingdom of Pusi themselves to recruit disciples, and the stations in the capital were also manned by people sent by the sects, so mortals basically didn't know the specific locations of the three major sects.
Their rough directions were also very vague and could not be taken as fact.
So he was not afraid that Mo Yuanjiao would discover he was deceiving him.
He figured that when the time came and the boy kept walking east until he reached the Shangyang Sect, he would definitely think that their Shangyang Sect was his serendipity and willingly join them.
In this way, he wouldn't be considered to have violated the rules set by the three sects.
Song Jusheng was very satisfied with his own method. After collecting the five copper coins on the table, he left the teahouse without looking back.
Looking at his decisively departing back, the pure-minded Mo Yuanjiao immediately firmly believed the answer he had given.
After all, what kind of scammer would waste so much time just to cheat him out of five copper coins?
What's more, in this land of the capital, anyone could tell at a glance that their group belonged to a powerful aristocratic family. Who would have the guts to deceive him for five copper coins?
Thus, Mo Yuanjiao immediately bid farewell to his friends and left the teahouse.
As soon as he returned home, he immediately found his father, told him that his serendipity was far in the east, and then expressed his desire to go to the east to seek it.
After hearing him detail the process, General Mo didn't quite believe it.
But unable to withstand Mo Yuanjiao's relentless pestering, and thinking that this youngest son had refused to join the three major sects anyway, he thought it might be good to let him go out and travel a bit.
What if this serendipity was real?
Anyway, it was just a desperate attempt. If he went out for a trip and couldn't find his so-called serendipity, maybe he would be willing to join the three major sects when he came back.
Thus, General Mo agreed to Mo Yuanjiao's request to travel.
He also dispatched his own personal guard to accompany him and gave Mo Yuanjiao a storage bag from his own private collection to pack his luggage.
The impatient Mo Yuanjiao, early the next morning, tucked the storage bag his father gave him into his clothes, rode his beloved steed, and bid farewell to the capital.
Behind him followed his personal guard, riding a horse and carrying a massive bundle on his back.
There was no helping it; the family had prepared too much luggage for Mo Yuanjiao, but the Mo family only had one storage bag.
It couldn't hold that many things.
They could only wrong General Mo's personal guard.
They traveled all the way east, passing through three provinces and sixteen prefectures. Over a month later, they finally entered the territory of Hufang Province.
Meanwhile, back in Xiushui Village.
For three consecutive days, Lin Xiao was hauled out of bed bright and early by Lin Dayou, who made him go kneel before his mother's grave.
So Lin Xiao knelt in front of his mother's grave every day, taking out a Peach Blossom Spirit Gathering Array to place under his knees, cultivating as he knelt.
Although the spiritual energy here certainly couldn't compare to the rich density in the sect's cultivation rooms, since he was reluctant to turn on the idle cultivation feature now, he had to seize the time to cultivate himself.
Once the three days had passed, Lin Xiao immediately woke up early and went up the mountain. During these three days, Sun Yigao's body had also fully recovered, and he was able to go up the mountain to cultivate with everyone else every day again.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
