Chapter 66 Selecting Disciples

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These words expressed what everyone felt.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of Liu Ruyan, Zi Ling, Chu Hongxiu...

They had all personally experienced the despair of their sect's destruction and the tragic deaths of their fellow disciples.

They never want to experience that feeling of helplessness again.

"Zhou Tian" (周天).

Su Meili looked at Zhou Tian, ​​a hint of relief flashing in her eyes:

"You did the right thing."

"From this day forward, my Tai Xuan Sword Sect will no longer be a dilapidated sect that anyone can bully."

"We want the entire cultivation world to know."

"Those who offend my Tai Xuan, though far away, shall be punished!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a dazzling light flashed in the eyes of all the women.

That was hope and fighting spirit rekindled after enduring calamity.

Looking at them, Zhou Tian felt a warm current welling up in his heart.

He turned to look at Lin Qingyu and said softly:

"Third Senior Sister, you should go back and rest to recover from your injuries."

Lin Qingyu nodded gently:

"Yes, junior brother, you should get some rest too."

After saying that, she walked towards her cave with Liu Ruyan's help.

After Lin Qingyu left, Zhou Tian suddenly remembered something, looked at Liu Ruyan, and a hint of expectation appeared in his eyes:

"Senior Sister, I heard you've gone down the mountain to recruit disciples?"

"Where are the new disciples?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of resentment immediately appeared on Liu Ruyan's charming face.

She rolled her eyes at Zhou Tian and said irritably:

"They're all at Jianming Peak."

"But junior brother, I'm warning you."

Liu Ruyan paused, her tone tinged with helplessness:

"Those children are still ordinary people, the oldest is only sixteen years old, and the youngest is only twelve."

"Shouldn't you at least... let them train for a few more years?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Tian awkwardly touched his nose.

"Senior sister, you've misunderstood me. I was just showing concern for the sect's new blood..."

"care?"

Liu Ruyan rolled her eyes at him again, her gaze seeming to say, "I don't believe you for a second."

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"The way you looked at Junior Sister Ling'er last time was exactly the same as now!"

Hearing this, Long Ling'er blushed and stomped her foot in embarrassment and annoyance.

"Senior Sister!"

Upon seeing this, the women couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Even the usually aloof Zhao Qinglian had a slight smile playing on her lips.

Zhou Tian, ​​feeling embarrassed, coughed twice:

"Um... I'll go check on the new disciples' accommodations..."

After saying that, he vanished in a flash.

The women were left in the square, their laughter echoing like silver bells in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Su Meili watched Zhou Tian's departing figure, then glanced at the smiling disciples around her, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

But in the end, it turned into a gentle smile.

"This is... fine too."

She murmured to herself, her red dress fluttering gently in the evening breeze.

In the distance, Zhou Tian's figure had disappeared in the direction of Jianming Peak.

Jianming Peak.

As the smallest of the seven main peaks of the Tai Xuan Sword Sect, this place used to be the training ground for menial disciples.

The summit is only a hundred feet in circumference, with a few simple stone houses scattered around, and in the center is a square paved with bluestone.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the square, casting long shadows of more than thirty slender figures.

Zhou Tian stood in mid-air, three zhang above Jianming Peak.

The Nascent Soul Peak cultivator's divine sense spread out like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire mountain and taking in the situation of every female disciple below.

"Thirty-seven people..."

Zhou Tian silently counted in his mind, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Liu Ruyan was right; these female disciples were indeed quite young.

The oldest looked no more than sixteen or seventeen, and the youngest was probably only twelve or thirteen, their faces still bearing the innocence of childhood.

But their qualifications...

Zhou Tian's Golden Eyes of Truth quietly activated, a flash of golden light disappearing from their depths.

In his vision, each female disciple was surrounded by a different colored aura of spiritual energy.

That is a direct manifestation of spiritual root aptitude.

"Three people in Class A, eighteen people in Class B, sixteen people in Class C..."

Zhou Tian raised an eyebrow slightly.

This ratio is already quite astonishing.

It is important to know that in the cultivation world, spiritual root aptitude is divided into four grades: A, B, C, and D.

Ding is the worst; he can barely draw qi into his body, but he will probably never be able to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage in his lifetime.

Grade C is considered average; with the right opportunity, one might be able to reach the Golden Core stage.

Even those at the second-best level can be considered geniuses; given sufficient resources, reaching the Nascent Soul stage is within reach.

And Class A...

They are true prodigies, one in ten thousand. As long as they don't die prematurely, reaching the Nascent Soul stage is only a matter of time.

During the heyday of the Tai Xuan Sword Sect, there were hundreds of inner disciples, but only a dozen or so had first-class aptitude.

Of these thirty-seven female disciples who were just selected from mortals, there are actually three of them in Grade A and eighteen in Grade B?

"It seems that the eldest and second eldest sisters really put their hearts into this trip down the mountain."

Zhou Tian thought to himself.

His gaze lingered on the three female disciples with top-tier aptitude for a few more moments.

A girl dressed in a pale yellow dress, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face, was looking up at the sky with curiosity.

One of them was dressed in a plain white dress, a little older, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a cool and aloof demeanor and a scholarly air about her.

The last one...

Zhou Tian's gaze fell on the woman known as "Liu Mei".