0p0 Chapter 1901
Chapter 1901
As soon as Bai Qianjue's figure stood firm in the void, she was like a rising moon, instantly overshadowing all the light in the square—even the limelight of Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian, the newly appointed disciples, was firmly suppressed by her.
Seeing Chen Xuan gazing thoughtfully into the void, Gui Jian quickly stepped forward and explained in a low voice, "Junior Brother Chen Xuan, this is Senior Sister Bai Qianjue, the second Holy Son of our sect. Her elder brother is our eldest brother, the first Holy Son, Bai Qianhuan."
"Bai Qianhuan's sister?" Chen Xuan's heart skipped a beat. When he looked at Bai Qianjue again, he indeed caught a familiar aura between her brows - she was somewhat similar to Bai Qianhuan, whom he had met before, but with an added touch of feminine gentleness. "No wonder I felt that her aura was somewhat familiar when I saw her just now."
Yu'er, Xin'er, Lin Yuyao and the others standing to the side had not yet reacted, their eyes full of confusion. In their understanding, "Holy Son" was mostly a title for men, so it was inevitable that they were somewhat taken aback to see such a beautiful young girl being given the title of "Holy Son".
Cang Yue noticed their confusion and added with a smile:
"My fellow disciples, you may not know this, but our Heartless Holy Land has always been aloof from worldly affairs. In order to eliminate the bad habit of 'holy maidens becoming furnaces', we abolished the position of holy maiden as early as tens of thousands of years ago. Whether you are a second-generation disciple or a direct disciple, regardless of gender, as long as you are strong enough and have outstanding talent, you can compete for the position of holy son."
"I see." Chen Xuan smiled upon hearing this, tapping his palm lightly with his fingertips. "Women are also 'children,' and the honor they earn through their own strength should not be based on gender."
At this moment, almost all the disciples in the square were looking up, their eyes fixed on Bai Qianjue's figure.
Riding a pale white light, she slowly swept across the sky above the plaza. As her gaze swept down, she smiled at several familiar fellow disciples—a smile as gentle as a spring breeze across a frozen lake, even softening the spiritual energy in the air.
Without lingering, she merely nodded slightly in greeting before transforming into a streak of light and rushing straight into the spiritual gate of the sect's main hall, leaving behind only gasps of amazement.
Seeing that Chen Xuan was still gazing in the direction of the main hall, Qiu Zixian's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, and she whispered, "What's wrong? Are you mesmerized? Could it be that you've taken a fancy to this Holy Son Senior Sister?"
Chen Xuan blushed instantly, turned and glared at her, then quickly explained telepathically, "What nonsense are you talking about! I just felt she resembled an old friend, and only after asking Gui Jian did I learn she was Bai Qianhuan's sister. Do you think I, Chen Xuan, am the kind of person who falls in love with every girl I meet?"
Qiu Zixian raised an eyebrow, her face clearly saying "I don't believe you," but she still reached out and took his hand, her voice softening slightly:
"Go ahead and find someone if you want. I'm not a stingy person. With our current status, having a few more Daoist partners is no big deal. Just remember, don't get lost in beauty and delay your cultivation path."
Chen Xuan was both amused and exasperated by these words. Just as he was about to say something more, a dense burst of spiritual light suddenly emanated from the distant void—the newly recruited formal disciples had arrived.
These disciples are the third-generation disciples recruited by the sect in the past three years. Most of them are at the Myriad Manifestations Realm. Their flying speed is far slower than that of the core disciples and personal disciples. Therefore, they are escorted by the guardian elder of the Fourth Cave Heaven.
The elder raised his hand and waved it, and a wide spiritual light barrier spread out, revealing more than two hundred young disciples inside. The men wore gray-blue Taoist robes, and the women wore light pink dresses. They all had youthful faces, but could not hide the excitement in their eyes.
As soon as they landed, they were stunned by the grandeur of the sect leader's main hall and the profound heritage of the first grotto-heaven—the blue sky stone beneath their feet gleamed with an ancient luster, golden clouds floated over the distant immortal mountains, and even the spiritual energy in the air was so rich that it made their hearts tremble.
Even though many of them came from powerful clans or influential families, they all put aside their usual arrogance and stood obediently in line with the group. Their eyes were filled with restraint as they scanned their surroundings, afraid of being impolite.