6kv Chapter 14 Divine Inscription Hall
Chapter 14 Divine Inscription Hall
Senior Brother Qiao glanced at Zhao Mingtong: "Going to the Divine Script Hall to submit the application won't take long. I'll know the result soon enough, so there's no need to waste time thinking about it."
Seeing Zhao Mingtong speechless, the long-faced youth quickly said, "Senior Brother Qiao is right, then I'll go with you!"
Soon, Wang Yan learned that Senior Brother Qiao's real name was Qiao Bentu. Five years ago, he had already become a formal disciple of He Fuguo, the top disciple under Elder Zhu Ning. This time, he would be taking Di Nan to the outside of the sect to conduct an experimental mission with a senior brother under Elder Yang San.
Honestly, judging from his physique alone, this Senior Brother Qiao is quite reassuring.
Moreover, he was clear-headed and could be considered both courageous and resourceful.
The long-faced boy was Zhong Jinghuo, second only to Di Nan among the level three spirit sprouts.
"His hostility towards Di Nan stemmed from the fact that Di Nan was chosen by Zhu Ning, not him! He wanted to sabotage Di Nan's mission, and since he thought I was the weakest, he instructed Zhu Siniu to target me. Unfortunately, the original owner of this body was weak, but the current me is not!"
After introducing Zhong Jinghuo in a cold tone, Di Nan asked Qiao Bendu with a puzzled look, "Senior Brother Qiao, why did you drag me to the Divine Script Hall?"
Qiao Bendu's square face immediately fell, looking quite helpless: "Junior Sister Jiang must have been traumatized by something last night, because she went to the Divine Inscription Hall again and hasn't returned to the peak yet. She usually only listens to you, so I'd like you to go and try to persuade her."
Junior Sister Jiang?
Wang Yan's heart stirred. Just as he was wondering who this Junior Sister Jiang was, he noticed that Zhao Mingtong and Zhong Jinghuo's expressions both darkened rapidly.
"Huh?" Di Nan was taken aback at first, then frowned with worry, which was rare for him: "It involves divine script, I'm afraid I can't persuade you otherwise."
He pondered for a moment, then looked at Wang Yan earnestly: "Wang Yan, Senior Sister Jiang is the one I told you about, my master's niece. She studies alchemy at Dan Ding Peak and enjoys combining divine runes. Wang Yan, after you finish your application, if you run into her, could you help me persuade her?"
Wang Yan was stunned.
"Is this guy crazy? He's getting close to his girl, and you want me to talk to him about it?"
However, seeing the annoyed looks in Zhao Mingtong and Zhong Jinghuo's eyes again, Wang Yan's heart stirred, and he replied indifferently, "As long as this Senior Sister Jiang doesn't care that I am a Level 2 Spirit Sprout, I am willing to give her some advice."
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On the way to the Divine Script Hall, Wang Yan walked and saw that the tall, lush green shrubs stretched out over the moss-covered stone steps, blocking his path.
This is the meaning of "deep forest and dense grass, unaware of sorrow".
Watching the occasional bird fly across the azure sky.
This is like "a bird's cry startles it into flight!"
Looking to one side, not far away, one sees a babbling brook winding through grass, damp mud, and rocks.
This is: "The spring water gurgles and flows over the rocks!"
Considering the large number of people around him, Wang Yan did not combine the poem in his mind, unaware of what kind of great power it would produce.
However, such pleasant scenery can always make people feel happy while strolling through it.
Sure enough, the many fellow disciples who had been hurrying behind gradually quieted down from their lively discussions and began to enjoy the scenery along the way.
Only Zhao Mingtong, Zhong Jinghuo, and Zhu Siniu still had only arrogance and coldness in their eyes.
Wang Yan was too lazy to pay attention to these people.
During the journey, as you circle around the mountain peaks, you can see that the peak where the inner sect is located is shrouded in clouds and mist, while the distant sect peak is illuminated by the sun with a golden glow, just like a fairyland on earth.
"If even a second-class sect can have such an atmosphere, then the even higher-level first-class sects must be celestial palaces in the heavens! Now that I'm here, perhaps I can try to lead the Cloud Cauldron Sect to first-class status, so I can also experience the carefree life of a celestial palace."
Let's start with the application for divine script registration at the Divine Script Temple!
A little over fifteen minutes later, Wang Yan and his group climbed the second hilltop and arrived in a grand procession at the entrance of the solemn Divine Inscription Hall next to the inner gate halfway up the mountain.
When Wang Yan met the gaze of one of the two sword-wielding guards in front of the Hall of Harmony for a moment, he felt as if his heart had been struck by a hammer, and he had no choice but to respectfully lower his eyes in shock.
"Such powerful qi and blood! It is said that experts in the Condensation Realm can live up to three hundred years, and can directly crush ordinary people and third-level spiritual sprouts with their divine sense. I'd better be careful."
In the blink of an eye, Senior Brother Qiao slowed down, not intending to take the lead. Zhao Mingtong, on the other hand, proudly broke away from the group and strode forward, greeting the guard on the right with familiarity.
The guard seemed to recognize Zhao Mingtong and was quite amiable. After a short while, he sized them up and waved them through.
Thus, including Wang Yan, all the spirit sprouts lowered their eyes slightly, held their breath, and followed Zhao Mingtong and Qiao Bendu, who were walking side by side, into the quiet Divine Script Hall one by one.
At the top are the five divine characters "bright as day," illuminating the entire hall with every detail.
There are four rooms on each side, with the characters for "speed," "strength," "defense," "medicine," and "wind" written on the doors.
A few dozen steps in front of the main hall, a middle-aged inner disciple with a few black beards was writing something with a stone pen in the wet mud of a stone table about ten feet long.
Between his tired brows, there was still a hint of worry and resentment.
Behind the middle-aged cultivator, on a stone screen several meters wide, the four divine characters "Dare to Try" were releasing bursts of rich, multicolored energy.
As soon as Wang Yan entered, he felt that her mind was exceptionally clear and active.
Then, he heard Huo Erdan and several other Lingya disciples beside him exclaim in relief, "So that's how our inner sect senior brothers write!"
Zhao Mingtong glanced at them disdainfully, then stepped forward with his head held high.
"Qiu Xuankuang, excuse me..."
Later, Zhao Mingtong learned from Qiu Xuankuang that Jiang Shimei was in the "Medical" God Room assembling new divine runes and had indeed not left all night.
Qiao Bendu's expression visibly relaxed, and he smiled at Di Nan, saying, "Then let's wait for Wang Yan's application results."
"Who wants to apply?" Qiu Xuankuang, who had a refined appearance, looked at them with surprise.
After Zhao Mingtong contemptuously explained the situation, seeing Qiu Xuankuang frown and look at him unhappily, Wang Yan's gaze shifted slightly, and he politely stepped forward and bowed: "Please make the arrangements, sir!"
Since it's not my money, even if I get a few sarcastic remarks, it won't hurt me much, so it doesn't matter.
Senior Brother Qiao hurriedly introduced Qiu Xuankuang to Wang Yan. Qiu Xuankuang, who looked to be nearly fifty years old, was at the peak of the Profound Breaking Realm and served as the duty officer of the Divine Inscription Hall, belonging to the Divine Inscription Peak.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the room marked "Defense" on the right: "Bang!"
Immediately afterwards, a translucent, iridescent gas shield appeared on the wall of the room, and the ground began to tremble.
There was energy emanating from inside the house, but it was blocked by this energy shield!
Wang Yan subconsciously took a step back.
What's wrong?
Qiu Xuankuang looked helpless, and with a flash, he rushed to the door of the "Fang" god room.
Zhao Mingtong suddenly turned to look at him with disdain: "Wang Yan, an inner sect senior was combining new divine runes here, and he just failed by accident, and this caused such a big commotion. Even an inner sect senior can fail, how long have you been learning, and you can succeed?"
"I advise you to admit your mistake now. At worst, we'll laugh at you for a while, but you won't be punished by the God of Literature. If the God of Literature discovers that you've plagiarized someone else's hard work, your sea of consciousness will be destroyed!"
Wang Yan's gaze shifted, and he quickly shook his head: "I'm not lying."
Zhao Mingtong immediately pointed at him angrily: "You're just stubborn and refuse to repent!"
At this moment, the door of the room with the character "防" (fang) was suddenly opened from the inside out, and a young man in a moon-white robe walked out in a disheveled state.
He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes; he was extremely handsome.
His black hair was disheveled, with streaks of charred black hair, and although his eyes looked even more distant than Qiu Xuankuang's, there was a hint of annoyance in them.
As soon as he came out, he noticed Wang Yan and the others. He was taken aback for a moment, then pointed at them with displeasure and asked Qiu Xuankuang, "Xiao Qiu, what are they doing here? Make them leave immediately. This is not a place for them to stay for long. Be careful they don't get hurt!"
No sooner had the young man in the robes finished speaking than a loud crash echoed from the neighboring room with the character "风" (wind) on it, the sound of which continued unabated.
Wang Yan and the others were startled once again.