C9 Third-class Disciple

The two elders came together and descended in front of everyone.

The elders of the outer court did not have extraordinary cultivations, and they were all inner court disciples with rich experience.

Because they had no hope of advancing, and they were old, they were transferred to the position of Martial Teaching Hall elders. They were usually in charge of guiding the outer court disciples in their cultivation, or managing some miscellaneous affairs.

The two elders first swept their eyes over the disciples, and then said, "Everyone who can enter the outer court can be considered to have opened up a true path of cultivation. From now on, your goal is to reach the peak of the Martial Spirit before the age of eighteen and obtain the right to directly enter the inner court!" The elder said slightly.

The eyes of the servants disciples were lowered. They had been working as servants for four or five years, or even longer. They had to endure a long period of time before they were fortunate enough to condense a Martial Spirit.

Eighteen years old was basically impossible for them, because many of them had already surpassed this age.

They could only shake their heads and sigh.

Unlike them, the aristocratic family disciples were the best of the best. They were fifteen or sixteen years old, and the outer court was basically ruled by the aristocratic families. There were many advantages.

Most of the elders in the outer court were from the aristocratic families, so they were especially fond of the aristocratic family disciples.

This was destined to be their unique path of growth.

"Now, each of you will reveal your Martial Spirits. We will divide them into levels and then decide the time you can enter the Sword Pavilion to cultivate." An elder continued to speak.

On the side of the servant disciples, everyone looked at each other, but no one moved.

Their aptitude was not good, so their Martial Spirits were also extremely ordinary. No one was willing to be the first to come out and be mocked.

The eight aristocratic family disciples all revealed a hint of ridicule, and then someone stood out and released their Martial Spirits.

Rays of light shot into the sky and formed above their heads.

A hint of joy flashed across the elder's eyes, and then he nodded and laughed, "Not bad, all of them are Beast Spirits of good quality, and they have a great value to nurture. The eight of you can be rated as first class and can enter the Sword Pavilion to cultivate at any time without needing to report."

The eight aristocratic family disciples laughed loudly, extremely arrogant.

Next, it was the servant disciples' turn. An obviously older disciple walked out, and with a flash of light, he condensed a Ivory Lion that hovered above his head.

As he revealed his Martial Spirit, a few servant disciples with good aptitude stood out and condensed their own Beast Spirits.

The elder nodded and continued, "Your Martial Spirits are also not bad. It's just that you're a little older, so you can be considered as second class. You can enter the Sword Pavilion to cultivate once every three days."

A total of six servant disciples were overjoyed. To them, this had already exceeded their expectations, so they thanked him profusely and retreated to the side.

"A bunch of bumpkins!" One of the aristocratic family disciples said with a look of disdain.

Yuh Han squinted his eyes. As expected, there was a conflict between the aristocratic family disciples and the servants. However, the servants usually did not have a family background as a backer, so they did not dare to directly clash with the aristocratic family disciples.

However, this kind of conflict would erupt sooner or later.

He sighed lightly and turned his gaze.

"It's my turn!" The young man beside him smiled awkwardly with a flushed face and took a step forward.

A stream of Genuine Qi rushed out from above his head and condensed into a majestic — rooster!

Then, the rooster even raised its head and made a sound, full of power!

The young man's face turned even redder. Some servants on the side were laughing secretly, and it was very difficult for them to hold it in. Even Yuh Han could not help but smile.

On the other hand, the aristocratic family disciples were even more arrogant. They were laughing so hard that they were leaning back and forth. They pointed at the young man and said some humiliating words.

The young man panicked, and the Martial Spirit on top of his head immediately dissipated, and he retreated in a dejected manner.

"Brother, your Martial Spirit is really not bad." Yuh Han said encouragingly.

The redness on the young man's face still did not fade away, but he did not turn his head to look at Yuh Han. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to laugh, then laugh. I'm already used to it."

The rest of the ten or so servant disciples had low Martial Spirits. Even if there was a Beast Spirit, it was either a rabbit-shaped or other Martial Spirits that did not have any offensive power.

There were also some who had plants Martial Spirits, such as long vines or trees.

When it was Yu Han's turn, he only took two steps forward quietly and released his own grass Martial Spirit.

When he saw the small grass that could not withstand the wind, a trace of disappointment flashed across the elder's face. This batch of disciples probably only had some good seedlings among the aristocratic family disciples and the few second-grade disciples.

So he shook his head and said, "All of you are third-grade. You can enter the Sword Pavilion to cultivate once every ten days! All of you can leave now. Senior Brothers will arrange a place for you!"

He waved his hand and was about to leave.

"Elder —"

The elder slightly turned around and looked at Yu Han. He frowned slightly and said, "Is something the matter?"

Yu Han bowed and said, "Elder, I just want to ask, how long can we stay in the Sword Pavilion?"

When he said this, the elder shook his head and sighed. He did not answer and left him with a desolate back.

On the other side, the aristocratic family disciple laughed out loud and pointed at Yu Han and said, "What a bumpkin. All the sword techniques and cultivation methods in the Sword Pavilion are not allowed to be brought out. How long you can stay in there depends on your own comprehension. If you can cultivate all the sword techniques and techniques in one go, then you can stay in there forever! However, the prerequisite is that you have to change that grass into a sword!"

After saying that, the eight of them burst out laughing.

Yuh Han acted as if he did not hear it, but his eyes lit up. If that was the case, there seemed to be more variables in this matter.

He originally thought that he would only be able to enter the Sword Pavilion after ten days, which greatly slowed down his sword river's progress. However, the time limit was now no longer a problem.

He could even comprehend a sword technique of such a high grade like the Hidden Sword Technique in a short period of time. The sword techniques in the outer court of the Sword Pavilion should not be a problem for him.

Therefore, the corner of Yuh Han's mouth curled up into a faint smile.

"Although there is a huge gap between our outer court and the inner court, each of you has a chance. What you can achieve in the end will depend on yourselves. I'm not afraid to tell you that a genius disciple from the Immortal Sect has entered the outer court to cultivate, and he has already entered the Sword Pavilion." The elder did not turn his head, but his voice was transmitted over.

"He is Wan Huai, a top-grade Martial Spirit that has surpassed the Weapon Spirit. However, he did not enter the inner court, but joined the outer court. This is a form of training for him. This genius boy took the initiative to do so, so you all should treasure this opportunity."

Yuh Han was slightly startled. Other than him, there was actually someone else who took the initiative to join the outer court. Furthermore, the Martial Spirit was that extraordinary Wan Huai.

It seemed that he was not the only one who was working hard.

That guy with the Myriad Soul had actually made such a choice as well.

However, he was here for the Sword Pavilion, but what about the other party?

Could it be that there was still something attractive in the outer court?

With this thought in mind, he couldn't help but look forward to entering the Sword Pavilion even more.

After the elder left, the outer court's old disciples each brought their disciples of the three grades to find their own residences.

The first-grade disciples had their own individual cave abodes, and the treatment was extremely good. The second-grade disciples also lived by themselves. Although it was not luxurious, it gave them an absolute quiet environment for cultivation.

Only the third-grade disciples, two or three people, were squeezed in a small house. The conditions were extremely poor, and they were not much better than when they were the service disciples.

The one who was together with Yu Han was the young man with the Myriad Soul. His name was Ding Jin, and he came from a Humble Class. He did not have any background.

However, Ding Jin's personality was quite lively. After getting along with him, he was also very easy-going.

As third-grade disciples, they only had one chance to enter the Sword Pavilion after ten days. As for Yu Han, he could not afford to waste every day.

Therefore, apart from his daily life, he spent all of his time on cultivation.

Although the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi here was extremely thin, Yu Han continued to cultivate diligently, and his improvement was very obvious.

"Hu ~ ~" Yu Han slightly opened his eyes. His eyes were reserved, and a cold and sharp sword aura flashed past. Then, he slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Although the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was much thinner than Hsu Fei's courtyard, it was still enough for cultivation. However, if he wanted to break through to the next realm quickly, he would not be able to do so just by relying on this kind of cultivation.

"With my current early stage Martial Spirit, if I want to cultivate to the middle stage of the Martial Spirit, it will take at least half a year, or even a year, to do so! If this goes on, my time is obviously not enough!" Yuh Han sighed in his heart.

"Pills or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Swallowing such Heavenly Spiritual Objects and absorbing their Spiritual Qi can allow one's cultivation to increase and quickly advance! However, to refine the Martial Spirit, the most important thing is still a suitable cultivation technique! So, that Sword Pavilion..." Yuh Han clenched his fists.

"Yuh Han, why are you up so early?" Ding Jin turned around and saw Yuh Han sitting there in a daze. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and said.

Yuh Han put away his thoughts and said with a smile, "Don't blame me for not telling you. Today is already the tenth day. We can enter the Sword Pavilion to cultivate."

Ding Jin rolled his eyes at him and said, "Do you really take it seriously? Hurry up and sleep a little longer! The Sword Pavilion has been occupied by the aristocratic families. If we go there, we will be chased out. So, don't waste your energy. You won't be able to enter at all!"

Yuh Han frowned slightly.