And it’s quite a high-level Daoist Skill.
"Third Junior Brother, you take care of it."
He ordered someone behind him with a single instruction.
A young-looking but sturdy disciple immediately stepped forward, without wasting any words, picked up that person in front of everyone – grasping their hair, lifting their entire body as if treating the person not quite humanly.
Then, in front of everyone, he dragged the person away; yet what was eerie was that while being dragged away, that person still had a bewildered expression on their face, as if seeing something unbelievable in their eyes.
"Ouch, my poor back. Xiao Shan, take over for me."
"Yes, Ancestral Master."
Although the Senior Brother was named Xiao Shan, there was no impatience on his face. He bent down and took the Qiankun Bag handed over by the elder into his hands.
Only now did everyone realize the true identity of this seemingly ordinary elder, even Jiang Feng’s eyelids twitched.
"Damn, Ancestral Master?"
Although he hadn’t been formally admitted, Jiang Feng knew undoubtedly more than others.
The hierarchical division within Purple Cloud Palace was very clear. For instance, those like him who were recruited were considered Fourth Generation Disciples, which meant they were to be taught by disciples like the one taking over the elder’s job, who was distributing Tokens to many cultivators.
Though for convenience, after admission, everyone calls each other Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers, their generational title was actually a generation apart.
These people working were Third Generation Disciples. Simply put, if Liu Tangxi did not accept Jiang Feng as a Junior Brother but took him as an apprentice, his generation would be the same as these Purple Cloud Palace Disciples working in front of him.
Then, this Third Generation title is half a notch lower than Yu Ying’s.
Because although Yu Ying belongs to the third-generation category, she is a direct descendant of a former Peak Master, thus half a generation above ordinary third-generation disciples, which is why she calls Jiang Feng Senior Brother and not Uncle Master.
And the only possibility for a Third Generation Disciple to call someone Ancestral Master is...
"This old man, is he of Senior Sister Liu’s uncle’s generation? The one they keep on pressuring for marriage, driving my master crazy?"
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You can never comprehend Mr. Jiang’s thought processes or understand what first comes to his mind.
What transpired before was just a minor incident. After kicking away the little stone blocking the doorway, things went back to how they were before.
But compared with the elder, this Senior Brother had a much better attitude, very patient, even Jiang Feng couldn’t help but express his admiration. For several hours he stood still without moving, his expression unchanged.
Whenever someone came up to receive their token, he would explain things to be mindful of on the mountain, such as not taking another’s life, and remind everyone of the time with signals from the highest point on the Zixiao Mountain foothill.
Even for those who didn’t meet the requirements, he patiently explained or found alternative paths for them, after all, Immortal Sect wasn’t only Purple Cloud Palace.
Time flew by swiftly, the long queue of thousands had dwindled significantly in just a few hours, with hardly anyone left.
Some stayed put as they were waiting for someone, while some were groups initially arranged together but now were causing internal disputes, trying to break up and rearrange themselves.
Others wanted to avoid peak times, waiting for others to go deeper into the mountain before choosing to enter themselves, thus reducing competition pressure.
"Ouch... Even sitting is painful."
He kneaded his sore back.
With the numbers practically at the bottom, the disciples standing behind the elder immediately began to knead his back, among them the leading and dignified Senior Disciple spoke with a hint of helplessness.
"Ancestral Master, why bother yourself with such trivial matters as recruiting? Can’t I, along with my Junior Brothers and Sisters, handle this simple task?"
Since yesterday, his fellow disciples had been thoroughly preparing for this recruitment into the sect. Thirty-four disciples from Qingxia Peak had been dispatched to monitor every corner of the Zixiao Mountain foothill.
These were high-level experts completely capable of holding their own, and would not let any mishaps occur during the entrance examination...
And then the unexpected happened.
The person who was supposed to be distributing the Tokens here was supposed to be him, the Senior Brother, but who would have thought the Ancestral Master would swagger over and snatch the very Qiankun Bag meant for distributing Tokens.
And then personally take over the job?
The fellow Senior Brothers and Sisters exchanged glances, unsure what was wrong with the Ancestral Master today. Normally, everyone shirked such dirty and tiring tasks; who had ever heard of someone of his age actively working overtime?
With most of the crowd already gone, the rest were Loose Cultivators intermittently intending to enter the mountain. Jiang Feng glanced at the crowd and saw the young girl’s lips were dry, but she still pleaded with others to join her to enter the mountain.
"Miss Lin, long time no see."
The girl instinctively turned around, but she was startled to see Jiang Feng, obviously he hadn’t left a good impression on her yesterday.
Yesterday, after fleeing into her residence, Lin Jiangxian spent the entire night frightful, worrying about being tracked down again until it was light enough to come out.
Unfortunately, she still hadn’t found anyone willing to team up with her the entire day.
"Well, long time no see..."
We just met yesterday, didn’t we?
Thinking this in her heart, but she was undoubtedly a very polite person.
"May I ask if there is something you need from me?"
She asked timidly, but unexpectedly,
"Let’s team up, going up the mountain together will increase our chances."