Under the statue, there are three broad levels of stairs, spread out in a semicircle, with large spiritual stone chairs neatly placed on them, divided into three square formations in front, left, and right.
During the sword sacrificial ceremony, the position will be different depending on the status of the disciple. Generally speaking, the higher the status in the sect, the higher the position will be, and only those who are disciples and above will be treated as sitting.
This is also a small means in the sect to encourage disciples to strive for progress.
But what is surprising is that far to the left is where the masters of the sword veins of each peak are located, even further back than the array of disciples on the right.
Firstly, it was because of the thousand-year-old sect and the large number of lineage masters that made it difficult to place them.
Most of the second lineage masters are people with no desires or pursuits. Even if they have been geniuses who have achieved nirvana six times, seven times, or even eight times, most of them will never be able to break through to the late stage of foundation building.
In this case, it is not as important as the disciples of the inheritance.
Lan Qingzi had already drifted away, probably to the Pulse Master's array.
Wang Chen had never had any experience in sect practice, so looking at all this, his heart was full of freshness.
In front of me, disciples from all walks of life have gradually filled the square. Regardless of whether they are men or women, their appearance is much more handsome than ordinary people. They are quite eye-catching. Many people are excitedly communicating with each other, which makes Wang Chen who is watching on the side feel inexplicably good.
He was about to walk towards the square formation where the inheritance disciples were, but he saw Lu Rong walking over with hesitation, paused for a moment, then lowered her head and said: "Senior Brother."
"Um?"
"You have to be careful." Lu Rong said inexplicably.
Wang Chen was stunned for a moment, waved his hand and said:
"It's okay, you can go."
Lu Rong then led Zheng Xin towards the formation where the outer disciples were.
"It seems that Jiang Yu has become a celebrity in the Qiankun Sword Sect." Wang Chen was a little helpless.
"Come on, Wang Chen, come closer so I can see the great scene ahead. Those statues are really majestic." Xiaoyao floated in the air excitedly and looked around.
She has never seen such a lively scene.
"A great situation? The situation ahead may not be great." Wang Chen smiled and walked forward.
"Huzi, you are so awesome, you entered the inner gate."
"Hey, first in, last in, it's almost the same. In the end, it depends on who can enter the inheritance. Maybe you will enter the inheritance before me in the future."
"It's not that easy."
In the square, there were young people chatting excitedly with each other.
"Sister, look, the inheritance brothers have already taken their seats." A female cultivator looked excitedly and secretly looked not far away, where there was a row of neatly arranged large chairs carved from spiritual stones.
"Who is the senior brother sitting at the front?"
Someone asked in a low voice, with a respectful tone, about the first seat on the left, which is the first seat closest to the core disciples.
Those who can sit on it must have overwhelming strength, that is, the first person among the disciples of the inheritance.
"That's Senior Brother Jun Mo." A female disciple said after stepping up and watching.
"Wow, it turns out to be Senior Brother Jun Mo. I heard that he is the Senior Brother who is most likely to become a core inheritance disciple in this generation. His cultivation is unfathomable."
"Yes, he is so handsome."
Suddenly, several more female cultivators began to watch secretly.
"Little girl is pregnant?"
"Stop laughing at me!"
"Who are you laughing at? I'm just telling you not to think about it. Senior brother Jun Mo is mine."
Young girls cultivators in twos and threes chatted with each other in voices as loud as mosquitoes, and laughed like bells.
The Qiankun Sword Sect has thousands of inner disciples, but the number of inheritance disciples is only thirty. Those who can stand out and become inheritance disciples are the best among people, not to mention the number one among the inheritance disciples, which naturally attracts all the attention.
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Such comments could not be hidden from Wang Chen's ears. He looked up and saw that the head of the row of inheritance disciples sitting upright was a handsome young man with long hair, a high nose, and deep eyes.
The sword eyebrows are slanted, which complements the costumes of the disciples and looks very heroic.
After that, came the disciples of the major lineages, Zuo Han was also among them.
The cultivators on both sides saw Wang Chen walking forward and looked at him curiously.
But he discovered that he was also wearing the attire of a legacy disciple, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of awe, and he made way to the array of legacy disciples.
"Senior sister, who is this inheritance senior brother?"
Seeing Wang Chen walking by, a female disciple looked at Wang Chen's back with envy and asked in a low voice.
But I saw the senior sister frowning and watching for a long time, and then said with some uncertainty,
"It seems to be Jiang Yu who returned to Jianfeng?"
"What, he is the rumored Jiang Yu who has made no progress in five years?" The envious look in the little female cultivator's eyes disappeared instantly, and she exclaimed in a loud voice, which made everyone look at her.
Even though she had just entered the inner sect, she had heard the story of the famous genius of the Qiankun Sword Sect who fell.
Suddenly the sound of discussion quietly started.
"Shh." The female cultivator's face turned red and she quickly covered the young cultivator's mouth.
No matter how unbearable Jiang Yu is, he is still a disciple of the inheritance. Even if the halo is not there now, it is not something that they, the young cultivators who have just entered the inner sect, can discuss.
"Humph, what are you afraid of? If I were him, I would only dare to blend in with the crowd and sneak by. How could I be so conspicuous like now? He also has the face to find his presence among us inner disciples." A tall and thin cultivator stood aside.
Seeing the timid movements of the two female cultivators, he said disdainfully. Of course, this disdain was directed at Jiang Yu.
The female cultivator looked around and saw that this was a senior who had achieved Nirvana three times, and she quickly responded.
"Brother, what you said makes sense. For Jiang Yu, there is no need to regard him as a legacy brother, because he will be coming down from the legacy sequence soon." Beside, a fat cultivator's eyes were shining brightly.
Looking at Wang Chen's back, he has reached the second level of Nirvana.
"If he doesn't come down, how can we go up?" Another Nirvana disciple looked at Wang Chen's back with contempt in his eyes.
In their hearts, Jiang Yu is the setting sun, and they are the rising sun with unlimited possibilities. Even though their current cultivation level is not as good as Jiang Yu's, they are confident that they will far surpass him in a few years.
"Huh, he also hid his cultivation, it must be because he didn't enter the country at all." Someone used his spiritual sense to explore Wang Chen's cultivation without any scruples, but couldn't see through it, so he said angrily.
"Hey, look, the seats for the inheritance disciples are already full. Where can he sit?"
Suddenly a cultivator shouted in shock.
After a brief silence,
A group of cultivators took a look from a distance.
I saw that the neat spiritual stone chairs were filled with disciples of the inheritance, and there were no empty seats.
"Has Jiang Yu been kicked out of the inheritance sequence?"
So it turns out that this senior brother, who is dressed in the attire of an inherited disciple and looks heroic on the outside, is just a loser?
Everyone looked at Wang Chen's back as he walked through the crowd.
Suddenly, I felt that the back was as desolate as a sick wolf that had been expelled from the pack.
"Wow, Wang Chen, the status of a legacy disciple is unusual. There is also a special seat." Xiaoyao looked at the row of legacy disciples sitting firmly on them, all wearing white robes and long swords, and said with envy.
"But why are these junior brothers and sisters looking at you so weirdly? It doesn't look like they are worshiping you." Then he looked back curiously, couldn't help but be startled, and scratched his slightly curly purple hair and said in confusion.
"Huh? Why do these inheritance disciples not seem to see you?"
The previous doubt had not been resolved yet. At this time, Xiao Yao looked forward and was even more puzzled.
I saw the row of white jade seats, and the disciples of the inheritance sitting on them, with extraordinary aura, eyes like eagles, looking straight ahead, and their minds were not disturbed at all.
However, no one looked at Wang Chen.
It's almost like he doesn't exist.
"Could it be that you are transparent now?" Xiaoyao flew up and down, looking at Wang Chen carefully.
"There is no reason." Xiao Yao, who confirmed Wang Chen's existence, was confused.
There was no fluctuation in Wang Chen's expression. Every step was the same pace, without any difference.
He looked coldly at the group of inheritance disciples who ignored him and walked over.
He had already discovered that there was one missing seat for the disciples here.
Either taken away or chopped into pieces and thrown away.
In short, the seat that should have been for him has been deliberately removed.
The square formation of inherited disciples is one of the three largest staircase platforms.
It is as wide and flat as a small square.
Even if the positions of each seat are very different, the positions of the eighteen disciples only occupy a small area in the middle. Similarly, every move of people on it may attract attention.
Wang Chen climbed onto the platform expressionlessly and walked slowly.
His eyes swept over each of the inheritance disciples.
Different faces, but with the same expression, looking coldly ahead, as if Wang Chen in front of them does not exist.
"Look, this senior brother has no place." A cultivator with good intentions shouted from the crowd.
"Who is this? He is wearing the clothes of a disciple and looks formal, but has no position. Could it be that he is a fake disciple?" Someone else shouted with ulterior motives.
"Hahaha."
Suddenly, the array of disciples from both the inner and outer sects burst into laughter.
Among the array of outer disciples, Lu Rong lowered her head and blushed.
Zhou Shuwu clenched his fists in the crowd and gritted his teeth.
"That seems to be your good-for-nothing senior brother Jiang Yu. This time he is even more famous, haha." On the side, an inner disciple put his arm on Zhou Shuwu's shoulder and laughed.
"Do you want to die?" Zhou Shuwu said coldly.
Looking at his murderous eyes, the disciple put down his hand in shock: "Don't you hate him very much?"
Watching the disciples pointing at Wang Chen, talking and sarcastic among themselves.
Some female cultivators couldn't bear it and shook their heads secretly. It was so embarrassing.
Even as outsiders, they felt embarrassed and had goosebumps all over their bodies.