C7 Screening soldier

One month later.

Sun Yan stood outside the grass hut. According to his estimations, that young man should be coming back today.

In this one month, even though Sun Yan was extremely confused about his inexplicable ability, and even though he could not comprehend it, he could only suppress it in his heart in the end. However, after he had reached the Qi Condensation Level 1, he had a feeling that deep in his soul, there was a desire for him to cultivate.

"What is it?" Looking at the blue sky, Sun Yan was deep in thought.

This was not the first time he had thought about such a thing. However, it was something even more distressing than the innumerable questions he had asked. It was as if he had not yet reached the level to which he could answer the question.

Thinking about it, Sun Yan sighed once again. He felt that he was going through a change, he did not know, and he did not understand it even more!

Suddenly, just as Sun Yan was in a state of confusion again, the middle-aged man in green, who was in the sky a month ago, appeared just like Sun Yan had expected.

At this time, Sun Yan stopped his pondering. Looking at the middle-aged man that had landed in front of him, he did not say a word.

"Not bad, you passed!" The middle aged man carefully observed Sun Yan and nodded his head in praise. His tone seemed to be a little better than last month.

Then, the middle-aged man appeared to be very busy as usual. He passed a red oil bag to Sun Yan, and after explaining what happened afterwards, he once again disappeared in front of Sun Yan!

But this time, Sun Yan didn't want to ask about the rest of the things that he needed to do like he did in the past month. In the blink of an eye, his gaze landed on the red oil bag in his hands …

This was a storage bag, and normally speaking, it was something that ordinary disciples could obtain from the Treasure Vault on the Eighth Peak. But when a direct disciple brought a disciple up the mountain and trained to the Qi Condensation stage, they would have some special privileges, which were granted by the inner disciples!

"This red oil bag should be the lowest level of storage bag … Then, I just need to inject a bit of Spiritual Energy, I should … " Muttering to himself, Sun Yan tried to circulate the spirit energy in his body and slowly injected it into the storage bag.

There were a few things inside: three low-grade spirit stones, a set of red robes, some low-grade medicinal pills and spells, Qi Condensation manuals from the second to the thirteenth volumes. These should be considered as benefits for the disciples within the sect …

"Only after reaching the Qi Condensation Level 1 can one be considered a disciple of the Mo Qian Sect, and will have the true right to cultivate … The next step should be to go to the Hidden Weapon Pavilion and choose a magic tool of your own! " Thinking to here, Sun Yan looked at the thatched cottage that he had lived in for a month, shook his head, changed into that red robe, found a low level flight talisman from the storage bag, and stuck it to his chest!

This was the first time Sun Yan was flying in the air. Even though it was surrounded by clouds and mist, he was not excited at all.

Furthermore, while flying, he had met a few people from the same sect, who were mostly ordinary disciples dressed in red robes. Of course, he could occasionally see a few inner sect disciples dressed in green, only, these people were mostly very cold and indifferent, and did not even look at Sun Yan.

"I wonder, how is Liu Hu?!" As he thought about it, an inexplicable expression suddenly flashed across Sun Yan's face, before he quickened his pace ….

The former was a sect that managed books, pills, storage bag, and a series of other miscellaneous items. The latter was a sect that specialized in magic tools and treasures, and because of the decline of the Mo Qian Sect, it was not even a sect that focused on alchemy or manufacturing, causing a lot of junk, which was why there were no longer any precious items in the Vault of Treasures and Weapons. As for the weapons, because this generation's sect master was a master in forging weapons, he still had some reserves, and it was even said that this person had refined a spirit treasure before …

Thus, in a situation where there was no special rights, other people were basically not allowed to take their place and could only take them themselves to ensure their so-called safety. This point, no matter if it was for direct disciples or ordinary disciples, was the same!

There were four in the Vault of Weapons.

They were all located on the seventh mountain, but they were not at the same place. There was a mountain peak, and only direct disciples or above could enter, and there were two rooms at the waist of the mountain. What they required was the identity of an inner disciple, and the one at the bottom was naturally exclusive, for ordinary disciples like Sun Yan …

Very quickly, a black colored pavilion was reflected in Sun Yan's eyes.

This pavilion had only two floors and was extremely dilapidated. Even from ten metres away, Sun Yan could smell the rotten air that had been left behind due to the passage of time.

"It's very normal, it's very normal, the Mo Qian Sect is not as good as it was in the past, for ordinary disciples, it's already not easy to come here and choose a magical tool. If you want to see a higher level, you can only work hard to become an inner disciple … The Treasure Vault on the mountainside is countless times more luxurious than this place! " Then, a calm voice suddenly reached Sun Yan's ears. Following that, an old man dressed in green slowly walked out of the pavilion.

Looking at this old man, Sun Yan's thoughts moved, he knew who he was, thus he smiled faintly and said: "Senior …"

Without waiting for Sun Yan to explain his purpose for coming here, the old man waved his hand and stopped Sun Yan from continuing. With a look of understanding, he said softly: "Follow me!"

After he finished speaking, he no longer paid any attention to Sun Yan, turned around and walked into the Hidden Weapon Pavilion, after that, Sun Yan also pondered for a moment, and then followed him in!

However, when he entered the Treasure Vault, Sun Yan became suspicious once again. It was a place filled with treasures, the colorful light, as well as rows and rows and rows of jade boxes, all of which were dazzling with treasures, bottles, small swords, jade pendants and pearls were everywhere, it seemed like this Treasure Vault was not as simple as just weapons.

"Choose one!" After entering the Hidden Weapon Pavilion, the old man only said a few words before he sat down on a rocking chair at the corner of the room. He was relaxed and natural as he no longer paid any attention to Sun Yan.

As if they had a tacit understanding, they no longer spoke with the old man and walked inside the Vault of Weapons. Looking at the countless number of magical equipment in front of him, after selecting them for a while, Sun Yan realized that he was overthinking it, because the magical equipment here were only beautiful in appearance …

In fact, it could even be said that instead of being used by cultivators, it would be more accurate to say that it was all that mortals had!

After looking for a while longer, Sun Yan found it hard to believe that even a rusty blade that was completely useless was able to enter the Hidden Weapon Pavilion. It could be seen how concerned the Mo Qian Sect was about the ordinary disciples …

But even so, Sun Yan still sighed, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, he continued to select. He understood one thing, that was, to have something, that it was better than nothing.

Right at this moment, the old man who was resting at the side seemed to be tired. After he glanced at Sun Yan, he got up from the rocking chair, and slowly walked to the wooden bed in the other corner. From the looks of it, he was about to sleep.

"You choose slowly, I'll go to sleep first!"

This was the last sentence the old man said, and he immediately laid on the bed. Not long later, he snored and fell asleep, as if he was not worried at all that Sun Yan would do the stealing, or perhaps, he did not think that the pile of trash was worth Sun Yan stealing!

Seeing this scene, Sun Yan felt very helpless …

"For a sect to be so lax, I'm afraid that even the clan rules are more strict than this!" Sun Yan shook his head. Unfortunately, he couldn't go back anymore.

But just when Sun Yan's gaze was about to shift away from the old man, his mind suddenly stirred, as if he had discovered something that caught his attention, and his attention immediately focused entirely on the old man … Under the bed …

It was a black object!

When Sun Yan bent down, filled with suspicion, to carefully observe the scene, he suddenly realized that it was a black eyebrow rod that was quietly lying in the corner under the bed!

Coincidentally, this zigzag rod that was only revealed a tenth of its original size had just been discovered by Sun Yan a tenth!

"A stick?!" This made Sun Yan's mind move, and he immediately noticed it. At the same time, an indescribable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart, as if... He liked this kind of rod shaped weapon!

Of course, Sun Yan did not choose this zigzag rod because of his own feelings. Instead, he spent a bit of time comparing it with other artifacts to understand the uselessness of other artifacts. Only then, did he slowly place it among his own storage bag!

From his point of view, at the very least, the thickness and durability of this zigzag rod shouldn't be like that rusty blade, right?

When Sun Yan took away the zigzag rod and left, the old man who was lying on the bed was still sleeping. He smiled slightly, and it was unknown whether he had fallen asleep or not …

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