s precisely Nanshan Prefecture!This man, naturally, is Yue Qing, the patrol envoy of the Dao God Temple!When Wang Lin was leaving, the warning he gave Jiang Yun had a time limit: as short as one year,...Looking at Dongfang Bo hurriedly leaving, a warm smile gradually appeared on Jiang Yun's face.

Although he rarely interacted with people and knew nothing about monastic life, it didn't mean that Jiang Yun was a fool. On the contrary, his mind was meticulous and sharp, his senses acute.

Along this mountain path, he had long since gleaned from the many wooden houses piled high with miscellaneous objects that this so-called Sixth Peak of Inquiry was probably just a mountain piled full of junk.

Adding to the strange expressions on Xiao Yi Shu and the others' faces as they looked towards Dong Fang Bo, and the fact that there were only four people besides himself atop the entire mountain peak, Jiang Yun could even boldly speculate that these four individuals were likely responsible for guarding this collection of miscellaneous items.

As for this errand boy disciple of his, he was naturally just one more guard added to Zangfeng's duties.

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However, all of that didn't matter to him. All he knew was that when he was feeling hopeless and lost, Dongfang Bo appeared in time, pulled him out, and gave him hope!

Just like when I was abandoned, Grandpa's appearance back then allowed me to live until today.

"Big brother!"

He repeated the unfamiliar yet heartwarming address, a warmth spreading through him. Ginger Cloud then turned and continued his ascent towards the peak.

Jiang Yun wasn't really wandering around the mountain at random, after all, he was still an outsider. So, he went directly to the small courtyard near the peak.

Sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, sizing up everything around him, Jiang Yun finally let out a long sigh.

Now I'm actually inside the Wenda Sect. Although I'm only a menial disciple, at least I've taken the first step on the path of cultivation.

After retracting his gaze, Jiang Yun recalled everything Dongfang Bo had told him earlier while patiently waiting for Dongfang Bo's appearance.

After about a quarter of an hour, Dong Fangbo hurried back, his face beaming as he handed Jiang Yun a set of gray clothes, a jade bottle, and a thin book. "These are the items issued by the sect," he said. "The bottle contains three Qi-Invigorating Pills and three Fasting Pills, along with a basic cultivation technique called 'Tongmai Jue.'"

After gingerly taking the three things, Jiang Yun placed the clothes and jade bottle aside. Instead, he cradled the book in both hands, his fingers trembling slightly.

For sixteen years, because of my physique, I couldn't cultivate the techniques of Ginger Village. If what grandpa said is true, then this "Pulse Meridian Decision" should be the technique that allows me to cultivate!

Looking at Jiang Yun's appearance, Dong Fangbo's face showed a puzzled expression.

Although this cultivation technique was issued by the sect, in reality, outside the sect, such basic cultivation techniques were commonplace and practically worthless. He really couldn't understand why Jiang Yun would be so excited.

After caressing it for a while, Jiang Yun carefully placed the book aside. He stood up and bowed deeply to Dongfang Bo once more: "Senior Brother, I want to ask, why are you willing to take me as your handyman disciple"

This is the confusion in Ginger Cloud's heart.

He was well aware that he hadn't even passed the first level, and didn't even have the qualifications to enter. Yet, Dongfang Bo brought him into Zangfeng, even if it was only as a handyman, at least he had entered the realm of Wenda Zong.

If it were because Dongfang Bo was kind, then there are many others like myself who couldn't pass a single level. Why did he choose me specifically

"Because," Dongfang Bo smiled faintly, "you're quite peculiar!"escaping, but the sudden awakening of the young soul delayed me.Now, it's a must go.Jiang Yun nodded, grasping the time and asked, “When Yaoshhen senior left this painting, did he mention who recorded...