2924: C2924 Purple Frost Gate

C2924 Purple Frost Gate

In the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, a streak of light approached the platform and a middle-aged man stepped on a huge sword dressed like a Daoist appeared.

"Greetings, senior..." Everyone present bowed.

Jiang Ting naturally followed the flow.

"There's no need for formalities."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man opened his mouth and said, "Trash with five attributes and a bone age of over twenty-five, leave on your own."

His voice was cold and emotionless.

Everyone looked at each other... but no one left.

When the middle-aged man saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes. "If you don't leave after giving me a chance, then there's no need to leave."

"Ah..." Accompanied by cries of alarm, a stream of light flashed past. Seven people on the platform were hit by the stream of light.

Then, those seven people were directly struck out of the high platform... and fell off the cliff!

Only then did the middle-aged Daoist coldly snort, "To be able to survive is your luck."

Those who were originally excited, the Sun family all lowered their heads, silent and silent.

The middle-aged Daoist swept his gaze over them. His voice was as cold as ever. "Today, I will teach you the first lesson of cultivation. When facing seniors whose cultivation levels are higher than yours, you must understand respect."

Countless shivers ran down his spine, but he still remained silent.

Jiang Ting did not make a sound, but his heart sank... Although in the cultivation world, human life was like grass, but to be so cruel before even entering a sect, could it be that he had entered some evil sect?

Although he didn't care about the difference between good and evil, or even the so-called evil sect, there might be even more dirty things. However, the righteous path always paid attention to dignity. Entering a righteous sect was undoubtedly much safer.

The Purple Frost Sect. But now that the middle-aged Daoist had already arrived, it was probably too late to leave.

He didn't know the cultivation level of the middle-aged Daoist. However, he was definitely not at the Qi Refining stage. That pressure was the proof.

While Jiang Ting was thinking, the middle-aged man waved his hand and a small boat the size of a palm appeared. It rose with the wind.

In less than a breath's time, the small boat had turned into a big boat that was fifteen meters long, and it was in the sky above the cliff that was five meters away from the high platform.

"Let's get on the boat." The Longsword under the middle-aged Daoist's feet disappeared, and at the same time, he jumped onto the deck of the ship. ... No, it should be the flying ship.

The middle-aged Daoist stood with his hands behind his back. There was no change in his eyes. His voice was cold and indifferent.

At this moment, everyone glanced at each other and started to jump towards the flying boat.

Jiang Ting saw this and after a moment of silence, he still cupped his fists. "Senior."

The middle-aged Daoist looked at Jiang Ting, and the others all stopped what they were doing. Their faces showed that they were taking pleasure in Jiang Ting's misfortune.

It was as if they were mocking Jiang Ting for not respecting the orders of the middle-aged Daoist, who was obviously not to be trifled with.

Jiang Ting's expression did not change. He showed a respectful expression and said, "Senior, although this junior has started cultivating, I don't know how much potential I have."

What a joke... It was inevitable that his cultivation potential was poor. If what the middle-aged Daoist said happened to be trash with five potential, he would be dead for sure once he boarded the flying ship!

"You don't know your own innate talent?" The middle-aged Daoist's eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

"Senior, this junior will start cultivating. It was only by accident that I obtained a cultivation technique, and I didn't test my aptitude." Jiang Ting's expression became more and more respectful... acting, he was serious.

The middle-aged Daoist did not say anything. He threw out a fist-sized transparent ball made of unknown materials.

The ball landed right in front of Jiang Ting and floated in front of him. The middle-aged Daoist's strength was obviously not low. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to control the ball to not fall.

Jiang Ting took the ball and revealed a puzzled expression at the right time. "Senior, this is?"

The middle-aged man's face became cold again. "Inject the magic power in your body into it, and you can test your potential."

"Alright, senior" Jiang Ting nodded. He touched the ball with his palm and circulated his magic power.

Half a breath later.

The transparent ball began to emit a brilliant light in an instant. There were red, green, and yellow rays of light. There were three rays of light in total.

The middle-aged Daoist nodded at the right time. "The three attributes of fire, wood, and metal can be initiated... As for the others who don't know about their own attributes, feel free to investigate immediately. Don't waste any time."

" Thank you, senior. " Jiang Ting thanked him again, then jumped onto the flying boat with a tap of his feet.

Three innate talent spirits. ... Not high or low, it should be a very ordinary innate talent.

The others began to leap towards the flying boat, while six people approached the ball.

After that, rays of light appeared one after another.

Then... Jiang Ting discovered that his three innate talents were not at the bottom!

Out of the six aptitude test candidates, five of them had four innate endowments. One of them was the same as him, having three innate endowments as well... As for the single and dual attributed innate endowments, not a single one was present.

After the test ended, everyone entered the flying boat.

The middle-aged Daoist shook his head without leaving a trace, and retrieved the ball... The flying boat trembled slightly, and then it streaked across the sky and flew towards the depths of the mountain. There was also a semi-transparent cover covering the flying boat.

Obviously, without the cover, the people on the flying boat would not be able to stand steadily in the flying boat. Five out of ten would probably be blown away by the strong wind.

His speed was more than a minute faster than Jiang Ting's.

Because of the few people who had been thrown off the cliff earlier, everyone looked at the middle-aged Daoist with his hands behind his back and did not dare to speak.

...

He flew for three days.

Three days later.

The speed of the flying boat suddenly slowed down, and it quickly fell to the ground.

As it approached the ground, Jiang Ting and the people on the flying boat could clearly see that the place where the flying boat landed was surrounded by mountains, and there was a small plain inside.

The mountain was surrounded by clouds and mist, and through the clouds, one could see many magnificent buildings.

Before Jiang Ting could see clearly, the flying boat suddenly descended in a straight line. It did not enter the depths, but landed on a plain in the outer region... There were many fenced courtyards there, and they were scattered across a large area.

The place where the flying boat landed was an open space. There were two people wearing green Daoist robes waiting there, and there was a wooden table in front of them.

There were many sachets on the wooden table?

Most of those sachet were grey. There were also fewer sachets. Some of them were green and red.

When the flying boat landed, the two men hurriedly bowed and said, "Greetings, Elder Yu."

"I'll leave it to you." The middle-aged Daoist waved his hand and the flying boat returned to his hand, turning into the size of a palm. Then, he rode the sword and flew away.1

The two of them watched the middle-aged Daoist leave with respectful expressions on their faces.

When the Daoist's back disappeared as well, the two of them glanced at each other.

Then, one of them said expressionlessly: "Brothers, one for each of us, take it yourself."

The others glanced at each other and rushed to the wooden table.

Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows slightly. This disciple of the sect really had a character. It was almost the same as the sect he knew. There was not even a test.

Normally speaking, wouldn't an examination be the first one to take a disciple and enter a sect?

The way the Purple Frost Sect behaved was the same in this world. Or was it to be independent?

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