On weekdays, most of the disciples of Sanqingmen practice breathing exercises in their own caves, but at this time, the huge "Cloud Sea" square can still be seen everywhere. The figures of young men and women, some dancing and practicing swordsmanship; some competing with each other and learning Taoism; some in groups, praising each other; some alone, depressed.

The dense stars in the "Star Pool" and the bustling figures in the "Cloud Sea" show that there are many disciples of Sanqingmen, at least more than 100,000.

However, there are only 36,900 disciples on the list of Sanqingmen, and it has always been this number, and it will always be this number, because the wings of the Sanqing Demon-Slaying Sword Formation only have 36,900 landing points.

Although the entry-level disciples belong to the Sanqing Sect, they do not belong to the Sanqing. The 36,900 Sanqing disciples refer to the four sects of 'Heaven, Earth and Yellow', and the entry-level disciples are just the blood bank of the Sanqing, in order to ensure that the giant Sanqing will never lose blood.

Everyone knows that it is not difficult for practitioners of the Qin Dynasty or the Dongling human race to become disciples of the Sanqing Sect. It is even easier than any super sect. As long as they are not too old and have good qualifications, they can go to the Sanqing Sect and register.

However, it is different for these registered disciples to become registered disciples of the Sanqing Sect, that is, real "Sanqing" disciples. The difficulty is as great as ascending to the sky.

There are only two ways to become a true "Sanqing" disciple:

First, at the end of each month, the sect will conduct a spiritual root test on the disciples who have been in the sect for 15 to 30 days. Those disciples with outstanding spiritual root attributes, or those who are born with unique spiritual roots, will directly become disciples of the corresponding sword master, and from then on, they will become Huangmen disciples. What's more, those with particularly outstanding spiritual root attributes may be noticed by a great sword master and accepted as a personal disciple on the spot.

Second, those disciples with ordinary spiritual root attributes need to cross the single-plank bridge, study hard, and strive to break through the Qi training period and reach the foundation building stage before they can become the eye-catching "Sanqing" disciples. Of course, nothing is absolute. If some of these ordinary spiritual root disciples perform particularly well in the middle, they will also be noticed by some sword masters and accepted as disciples.

Therefore, a nine-character motto has always been popular in the Qin Dynasty: It is easy to enter the Sanqing sect, but it is difficult to enter the Sanqing!

Xiao Han followed the fat boy and unknowingly came to a quiet courtyard. The courtyard was not big, only two meters square. There was a vermilion plaque hanging above the gate, with three gold-plated characters "Jingyou Pavilion" written on it. On the left and right sides of the plaque, there was a bronze incense burner, and smoke was floating from the incense burner from time to time. The smell was clear and lingering.

The courtyard was simply furnished. The courtyard wall was as white as snow. There were nothing else except two paintings. The two paintings only had two words written on them, "Sword" and "Tao". There were some flowers and trees in the courtyard, a square nanmu table, five sandalwood chairs, two on each side, and another one behind the middle table.

At this time, an old man was lying on the table and taking a nap, snoring like thunder.

The old man was about sixty years old, with sparse white hair and a kind face. He looked harmless.

"Elder Zhong..."

The fat boy stood in front of the table and called softly.

"Who the hell is that?" The snoring stopped suddenly, and the angry voice suddenly rose.

The old man frowned slightly and slapped the table hard, but he was still lying down, and he didn't even open his eyes.

The fat boy seemed to be used to it and didn't say anything, but Xiao Han, who was standing beside him, was startled.

"Reporting to Elder Zhong, the disciple Chen Wenxuan led the newcomers to report." The fat boy bowed and continued respectfully.

Hearing the fat boy say the three words "Chen Wenxuan", the old man didn't react, but Xiao Han, whose young but somewhat stiff face twitched suddenly, his dark and bright eyes turned slightly, and he secretly glanced at the fat boy beside him, with a hint of shock in his eyes. He didn't expect that such an amazing fat boy would have such a literary name.

After a while, the old man finally opened his eyes and raised his head, and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps because someone disturbed his sweet dream, the old man still had an angry look on his face. He first glanced at Chen Wenxuan and said with disgust: "Fatty Chen, why are you here again?"

Chen Wenxuan did not speak, but smiled awkwardly.

Then, the old man's somewhat turbid eyes turned slightly and fell on Xiao Han. He took out a thick booklet and looked at him with some sympathy, saying: "Name, cultivation, age..."

Xiao Han hurried forward and reported respectfully.

After completing the registration, the old man took out a white waist card from the table, closed his eyes, and fiddled with it for a while before throwing it to Xiao Han, and instructed: "Before noon tomorrow, take this waist card to the 'Qinglan Hall' to collect the corresponding items. Remember, there is only one chance tomorrow, and no one will be waiting after the time is up."

"Okay, that's it."

After that, the old man began to order the guests to leave, and then continued to doze on the table.

In a blink of an eye, he continued to snore like thunder...

After taking the waist card, Xiao Han took a closer look and found that his white jade waist card was almost exactly the same as those of the young men and Chen Wenxuan.

The only difference was the two sets of small gold and silver numbers on the white jade waist card. At this moment, the gold number on his waist card was "ten" and the silver number was "zero".

Inadvertently, Xiao Han glanced at Chen Wenxuan's white jade waist card and found that the set of gold numbers on Chen Wenxuan's waist card was only "nine", which was less than his, but the set of silver numbers was more, showing "thirty-seven".

"Xiao Junior Brother, since everything has been registered, let's go! I'll take you to choose a cave. There are several caves not far from my cave."

Watching Xiao Han take the waist card, Chen Wenxuan secretly swallowed a handful of spit and laughed softly, looking particularly excited.

Xiao Han clasped his fists and thanked him, "Thank you, Senior Brother Chen."

With Chen Wenxuan's careful help, Xiao Han still struggled for a long time before choosing a relatively satisfactory cave. After all, although there are many caves on "Xingtan", most of them have already been taken. The empty ones are left by the first comers, so they are naturally not very good. As a latecomer, he can only pick the tallest among the short ones.

However, this cave looks ordinary, but in fact it is ingeniously designed. There is a groove on the side of the entrance of the cave, and the shape just matches the white jade waist card. After the owner chooses it, he only needs to put his waist card into the groove and then input his own true energy, and a transparent barrier will be formed directly at the entrance.

Although this barrier is simple to form, it hides mysteries and is extremely domineering. Except for those great practitioners with profound Taoism, ordinary practitioners with average strength cannot enter at all, and even the sounds outside cannot enter.

Xiao Han set up the barrier, said goodbye to Chen Wenxuan briefly, and then plunged into the cave. He took a deep breath and felt relaxed. He had been on the road all the time and wandered for a year. At this moment, he could finally enjoy a moment of peace.

"Congratulations, Brother Xiao Han, you finally entered the Sanqing Gate."

On the neck, the black jade.

The green snake slowly poked out its little head, stared at the boy lying on his back on the stone couch with affection, and whispered happily that after holding it in for a whole day, she could finally come out to breathe.

"Girl, it's still early! I'm just the lowest-level entry disciple now, but I'm not even a real 'Sanqing' disciple." The boy lowered his head and rolled his eyes at the green snake.

"That's right, I was a little too excited." The green snake replied.

"By the way, Qing'er, try not to show up in the future, especially outside the cave. I don't know why, I always have an inexplicable uneasiness in my heart."

The boy frowned, and his face suddenly became serious.

"Yeah."

The green snake nodded.

"By the way, Qing'er, you have been in the black jade world for more than a year. Are you used to it?"

The boy picked up the black round jade hanging around his neck, put it in his palm, stared at the green snake on it, smiled bitterly, and asked casually.

"Hehe!"

The green snake blinked its dark eyes twice, and actually laughed like a girl, saying: "It's OK. The black jade world is exactly the same as the outside world except that it is gray, desolate, and has no signs of life. There are also mountains, rivers, exotic flowers and trees, and... my green snake body seems to be quite suitable for this world."

"Hehe!" The boy smiled bitterly on his stiff face and said: "But... you don't belong to that desolate world after all."

"Hehe, Brother Xiao Han, don't worry, it won't be long before I can completely get out of the black jade world!"

While laughing, the green snake shook hard, and the snake body hidden in the black jade kept coming out. When it stopped, 70% to 80% of the black jade was exposed.

"Yeah."

The boy nodded gently, and couldn't help feeling a pain at the tip of his nose. Suddenly, a crystal light flashed in his dark eyes.

"Brother Xiao Han, it's too uncomfortable to be stuck on the black jade. I'll go back first." Suddenly, the green snake slowly twisted its body twice and quickly retracted into the black jade.

"This girl..." The young man shook his head and stared blankly at the empty black round jade in his hand. He wanted to say something but stopped. His tone of light blame was full of love and pity.