Xu Yang quickly brought Chen Xun to the pavilion.

"Steward Qian, this is Chen Xun. Please find him a place to stay and assign him an area to clean," Xu Yang said with a smile.

Qian Laifu hurriedly stood up, took a look at Chen Xun, and said kindly, "Chen Xun, I'm the steward of the Servants' Peak mid-mountain. You can just call me Old Qian."

Knowing that Chen Xun was a friend of the newly promoted Purple-Robed Disciple Zhao Ting, Qian Laifu dared not neglect him, even though Chen Xun was an ordinary person without a spirit root.

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Chen Xun tilted his head, examining the interior of the pavilion, seemingly ignoring Qian Laifu's words.

"Uh... hehe," Qian Laifu laughed awkwardly.

Xu Yang, at a loss for words, said, "Steward Qian, didn't I tell you that Chen Xun has a mental illness? You don't need to treat him like a normal person. Sometimes he's just hard to communicate with."

Qian Laifu nodded, "Alright, alright."

"Okay," Xu Yang exhaled, feeling relieved that he had completed the task given by Steward Shen He. He then said, "You can arrange Chen Xun's matters later. I'll head back to Human Profound Peak now."

With that, Xu Yang walked out of the pavilion.

Seeing this, Qian Laifu called out, "Wait."

Xu Yang turned around, puzzled.

Qian Laifu glanced at Chen Xun, then walked over and pulled Xu Yang aside, whispering, "Xu Yang, how exactly should I arrange for Chen Xun?"

To be honest, Qian Laifu was unsure about Xu Yang's indifferent attitude towards Chen Xun.

Xu Yang was silent for a moment, then said, "Senior Brother Zhao Ting probably won't have much interaction with Chen Xun in the future."

Xu Yang understood well the strict hierarchy within the sect and the indifference of most people.

In fact, Xu Yang once had a good friend on the Servants' Peak, who is still there, but since Xu Yang was promoted to the outer sect, they rarely interacted.

After speaking, Xu Yang shook his head and left.

Qian Laifu pursed his lips as he watched Xu Yang's departing figure. After a moment, he turned around, and the enthusiasm in his eyes towards Chen Xun faded significantly.

"Someone, come here."

Qian Laifu called out.

Soon, a disciple entered, bowing, "Steward."

Qian Laifu nodded slightly and said, "Take Chen Xun to the west side. Isn't there a thatched hut there? He'll live there from now on. Also, show him the dining hall and the cleaning area so he can familiarize himself with the place."

The disciple was momentarily stunned, glanced at Chen Xun, then nodded in agreement.

But he couldn't help but ask, "Steward, aren't all the disciples supposed to live together? Why is Chen Xun..."

Qian Laifu gave the disciple a glance and said, "Chen Xun is an ordinary person, not a disciple. How can he live with you?"

The disciple was shocked, taking a deep look at Chen Xun. Since when could ordinary people enter the Dao Heaven Sect?

"Alright, take Chen Xun away," Qian Laifu waved his hand, suddenly remembering something, "Oh, by the way, the mountain path from the mid-mountain to the foot of the Servants' Peak will be Chen Xun's responsibility to clean from now on."

The disciple bowed, "Understood."

Then he looked at Chen Xun, smiling, "Chen Xun, come with me."

Seeing Chen Xun not responding, he hesitated, looking at Qian Laifu in confusion, "Steward, this..."

Qian Laifu's eyes shifted slightly, and he coughed, "He's not quite right in the head. Just take him directly."

"Uh, yes."

The disciple came to his senses, took Chen Xun's hand, and quickly led him outside.

.........

By evening, the sky gradually darkened.

On the west side of the Servants' Peak mid-mountain.

In the wilderness, a solitary thatched hut stood there.

Surrounded by wild grass and trees, only a narrow path led outside.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."

The wilderness was silent, with the incessant chirping of insects, making one feel restless.

In front of the thatched hut, Chen Xun squatted alone, fervently flipping through a blank book.

After the disciple had taken Chen Xun out of the pavilion during the day, he showed him the dining hall and the cleaning area, and finally brought him to the thatched hut before leaving.

It was still afternoon then, and after Chen Xun arrived, he didn't leave, nor did he go for dinner.

In this remote wilderness, surrounded by darkness, anyone here would feel abandoned by the world.

Fortunately, Chen Xun felt nothing, completely immersed in his own world.

Suddenly, Chen Xun yawned, put away the book, stood up, and after a confused glance around, turned and entered the thatched hut.

The interior of the hut was simple. In the dim light, one could vaguely see just a wooden bed and a set of wooden tables and chairs.

Chen Xun yawned again, plopped onto the bed, took off the wooden sword from his back, and hugged it as he fell asleep.

........

The Inner Pavilion was located at the top of Dao Heaven Peak!

Dao Heaven Peak, besides the Servants' Peak, Human Profound Peak, Earth Profound Peak, and Heaven Profound Peak, was another mountain.

And Dao Heaven Peak was also the core place of the Dao Heaven Sect.

Because usually, whenever something significant happened, the Dao Heaven Sect Elders would gather here to discuss.

At this moment, in the Inner Pavilion.

Zhao Ting stood awkwardly in the center.

Because in the pavilion, a group of people dressed in deep purple robes sat there, their eyes fixed on him, full of surprise and scrutiny, making Zhao Ting unable to withstand it.

Beside him, Steward Shen He stood bowing, his posture extremely low, and upon closer inspection, cold sweat could be seen on his forehead.

To say Shen He had a low status in the Dao Heaven Sect would be inaccurate; he was an inner sect steward.

But there was no helping it; the people before him were all core elders of the Dao Heaven Sect!

Any one of them had a status and position far beyond Shen He's, a world of difference.

"Shen He, you've done well. I didn't expect you to bring back such an outstanding disciple!"

The third elder on the left, an elderly man with a youthful face and white hair, stroked his beard and smiled.

His name was Jiang Bailu, the Third Elder of the Dao Heaven Sect.

Shen He hurriedly knelt, kowtowing, "Third Elder, you flatter me. This is not my achievement, but a blessing from the heavens to our Dao Heaven Sect."

Shen He, after all, was an inner sect steward, his words flawless, not claiming credit, but attributing it to divine providence.

Jiang Bailu smiled slightly, and the other elders nodded as well.

It was evident they were quite satisfied with Shen He's response.

"Rest assured, when the Sect Master arrives, he will surely credit you for this. A Heavenly Spirit Root, it's been so long since our Dao Heaven Sect recruited such an extraordinary disciple."

The first elder on the left, a young man with a righteous appearance, smiled faintly.

His name was Liu Yunjian, the Grand Elder of the Dao Heaven Sect!

Shen He's body trembled heavily, extremely excited, but he dared not show it.

"Zhao Ting."

Liu Yunjian suddenly looked at Zhao Ting and called out with a smile.

Zhao Ting's heart trembled, and he quickly bowed, respectfully saying, "Elder."

At this moment, Zhao Ting only knew that these people before him were all elders of the Dao Heaven Sect, but he didn't know who was who.

Liu Yunjian nodded slightly, "You possess the Heavenly Gold Spirit Root. Such talent is outstanding even among the Purple-Robed Disciples."

Hearing this, the elders nodded in agreement.

The Grand Elder's words were indeed true. Among the Purple-Robed Disciples, the highest was the Heavenly Spirit Root, and there were also Earth Spirit Roots, but the lowest was the Supreme Earth Spirit Root.

Most importantly, Zhao Ting's Heavenly Spirit Root was of the gold attribute, currently unique in the Dao Heaven Sect.

"I dare not!" Zhao Ting quickly said, "I am new to the immortal path and ignorant of many things. I will need the guidance of all the elders in the future."

The elders smiled and nodded, but in their eyes, there was a subtle competition.

Every Purple-Robed Disciple would become a true disciple of an elder.

It was yet to be seen which elder among them Zhao Ting would become a true disciple of.

Currently, the elders spoke kindly and the atmosphere was harmonious because the Sect Master had not yet arrived.

Once the Sect Master arrived, the elders would begin their contest.

Shen He listened to the elders' praise of Zhao Ting, feeling envious, as Zhao Ting had truly risen to great heights. However, thinking that he also had credit in this, he felt much more comfortable. Thanks to Zhao Ting, they had mutually achieved success.

Just then, a figure entered the Inner Pavilion, walking towards the hall with hands behind his back.

The elders quickly stood up, bowing and calling out, "Sect Master."

Shen He was also startled, quickly bowing his head and respectfully calling out.

Truth be told, although he was an inner sect steward, he rarely had the chance to see the Sect Master.

As for Zhao Ting, he lowered his head, becoming even more nervous, sweating all over.

Because the person who came was the supreme Sect Master of the Dao Heaven Sect!

At this moment, standing above was a burly middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man wore a plain robe, his black and white hair draped over his shoulders, and his eagle-like eyes were naturally imposing and sharp.

Upon closer inspection...

It was none other than Nangong Yao, whom Chen Xun had briefly encountered outside Little River Town, atop Little River Peak, while playing the guqin!

Unexpectedly, he was the Sect Master of the Dao Heaven Sect!

And now, Chen Xun was within the Dao Heaven Sect... the word "fate" was truly wondrous.