Chapter 19 Results

After making his choice, Lu Ye felt relaxed.

He had always been open-minded. When he was abducted by the Evil Moon Valley and became a mining slave, he could quickly accept the reality.

The current situation could not be any worse. It was nothing more than missing the opportunity to join the sect and practice.

Because the results would be out soon, the people who had filled in the volunteers did not disperse. They gathered together and waited quietly.

Instead, the monks in the valley suddenly became busy. Figures flew back and forth in the air and kept coming in and out of the nearby mountains.

Lu Ye didn't know what they were doing, but it looked like there was something unexpected. However, he was just a little monk waiting for the judgment of fate. It was not his turn to worry about these.

Half a day later, when the man with the mustache who had confiscated everyone's volunteers appeared again, Lu Ye knew that the results were out!

The man with a mustache walked straight to the front of the crowd, holding a list in his hand. After everyone's attention was focused on him, he read out loudly: "Zhengqi Sect, Cui Dayuan!"

In the crowd, a sturdy young man was stunned for a moment when he heard his name, and then he jumped three feet high, cheering and jumping for joy, his excitement was beyond words.

The people around him looked envious, and those who were familiar with him kept congratulating him.

The man with a mustache did not pause, nor did he pay attention to the noise below, and continued to read: "Qingyu Sect, Lu Tianyi, Dong Peng!"

"Qimu Mountain, Zhao Wenlin, Tony, Gao Rui..."

"Fenyue Mountain..."

The man with a mustache did not speak loudly, but no matter how noisy the people below were, his voice could still be clearly heard by everyone.

The sects were read out one by one, and the names were announced one by one. Those whose names were read out were all excited, which meant that they had completely gotten rid of their status as miners from then on, and had the capital to change their fate. They would no longer be oppressed but powerless to resist like before.

Behind the crowd, Lu Ye listened quietly, his expression calm, without the anxiety of those around him, and seemed a little out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Just as he thought before, the two first-grade sects that came this time did not accept too many disciples. Zhengqi Sect only accepted one person, and Qingyu Sect accepted two people. They should be just for show. The real ones were those from the fourth to seventh grades. Moreover, the lower the grade of the sect, the more disciples it accepted. The largest sect accepted more than 20 people.

Yu Xiaodie's name was also called, and she was accepted into Baihua Valley with some others.

The little girl's face flushed with excitement, but unfortunately no one shared her joy.

More and more sects were called out, and those whose names had not been called out gradually became anxious.

Finally, the last name was read out. The man with the mustache took the paper and said, "The disciples of the various sects who have been included, please wait here. Your senior brothers and sisters will come to lead you later. I hope you will practice well after entering the sect and fight side by side with me one day."

"This senior brother, is there no more?" someone asked in a trembling voice. The person asking the question was undoubtedly the one whose name was not called out.

There were almost ten people whose names were not called out like him, which meant that they missed the opportunity to join the sect to practice. At this moment, their expressions were a little lost, and a woman was sobbing softly.

Lu Ye was among the ten people, but he didn't feel depressed. He had made his own choice, and only chose the lowest-grade Bixue Sect. If he was eliminated, it meant that no matter what choice he made, it would be fruitless.

I heard that cultivators without a sect can become independent cultivators, but without the protection of the sect, it would be more difficult to practice on their own, but the advantage is that they are free and unrestrained.

If you think about it this way, it's not bad.

And he also has a talent tree, which is an advantage that others don't have.

While he was thinking about random things, the man with the mustache had already raised his head, looking past everyone and looking somewhere in the distance.

In that direction, an old man appeared at some point, staring at Lu Ye. It was Elder Tang.

Since the man with the mustache began to read out the results, Elder Tang appeared. He had been observing Lu Ye in secret.

Due to some very special reasons, the Blue Blood Sect had not accepted any disciples for thirty years. Suddenly accepting people at this time would definitely touch the sensitive nerves of some people.

But if this disciple was only a talent of Yiye, it didn't seem to matter much. His talent was too poor and he was destined to have no achievements in the future, so he would not be targeted by people with ulterior motives.

Elder Tang was not willing to accept disciples, but the alliance rules were there, and he couldn't refuse. It was really a dilemma.

So he wanted to come and see Lu Ye in person.

Among the more than one hundred people, Lu Ye was undoubtedly a little maverick. Those whose names were called cheered and those who were eliminated were like bereaved parents. Only he stood there quietly from beginning to end.

Recalling the scene of seeing Lu Ye in the dark mine, Elder Tang sighed slightly, and nodded slightly under the gaze of the mustache.

In the face of the alliance rules, he really couldn't refuse. In this case, he could only accept it first, and ask those old friends for a favor in the future and send him to other sects to practice.

After getting Elder Tang's answer, the mustache smiled slightly.

Looking at the man who asked the question just now, he said: "By the way, there is another sect!"

His expression became serious, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Bixue Sect, Lu Ye!"

In the crowd, Lu Ye's thoughts had already spread to the sky. After hearing his name, he couldn't help but be stunned and looked up at the mustache.

When their eyes met, the mustache smiled slightly: "Congratulations, Lu Yiye!"

It was endless, and Lu Ye couldn't help but twitch in the corners of his eyes.

The mustache said again: "Okay, I'm done reading now. Anyone whose name hasn't been read can follow me."

"Senior brother!" Lu Ye raised his hand and shouted.

The mustache turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

Lu Ye stared at him: "Dare I ask senior brother Gao's name? What is his cultivation level?"

The mustache wiped the beard around his mouth and looked at him with interest: "What? Are you trying to beat me?"

Lu Ye's face was expressionless: "I don't dare, I just want to remember senior brother's kindness today."

"Have ambition!" The mustachioed man chuckled, "Then listen carefully, I am Leshan, the Zhengqi Sect, and my cultivation level is the seventh level of Yunhe. Do you remember it?"

Being upright again, Lu Ye nodded: "Remember!"

"Then practice hard, Lu! Yi! Ye!"

Leshan led the people whose names were not read out and drifted away. These people were feeling extremely upset at the moment. If he had known this would be the result, he would have chosen the Blue Blood Sect. Maybe he could join it. It would be better than nothing now. No one to rely on.

Little did they know that if they really chose the Blue Blood Sect, even Lu Ye would be eliminated as well.

He has not accepted a disciple for thirty years. If it were not for the alliance rules, Mr. Tang would not let go this time.