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Chu Mubai's decision was: Seriously, tonight, the back mountain of the forbidden grounds!

Initially, he had wanted to listen to Treant's suggestion to wait for his disciple's examination to end before he could explore the Martial Ancestor Realm. However, it seemed that there was always a shadow of that place in his mind during the past few days since he had taken a glance at the Forbidden Land behind the mountain.

Although he was not sure if the dream was really as he had guessed, because of the soul trapped in the back mountain of the forbidden area, no matter what, he had to go and investigate.

After making this decision, he did not have much time to think. At this moment, the Martial Sect Disciple, who was in charge of leading them, had appeared once again in the ancient residence. Today, they were going to participate in the third examination.

There were only 15 candidates left.

The third phase of the exam was much easier compared to the first. It was because they wanted the fifteen of them to walk up to the elders of the school and make their decisions. That was what people called fate.

Of course, the so-called fate was only a pretense. The elders of those sects would also have their own decisions to make in order to select their last disciple.

There were many conditions that could affect the selection. Each candidate's own talent, strength, and temperament, as well as the observation of the first and second exams, all had some sort of plan in mind.

In addition, the factors that influenced the decisions were naturally the martial artists' background.

For example, the elders and disciples were selected by the Great Elder, Second Elder, and Third Elder, and the disciples selected were Xu Hong and Lin Yu. Then, the Great Elder would definitely choose Xu Hong, because he would consider the identity behind the elders.

No one would refuse the allure of authority. Even though he was a respected Martial Ancestor, there were still many things that were inconvenient for him. Therefore, he needed the power of the empire.

Moreover, not only did a Martial Ancestor Realm expert need impressive strength, they also needed a powerful background that no one would dare to question. This was Wu Zong's rule.

Since the creation of the sect, Wu Zong was destined to be associated with the dynasty's aristocrats.

Amongst the fifteen people, Chu Mubai was the one who had the most lack of identity and background. Other people might not know about the Sovereign King of the The Eighth Dynasty, but all the elders knew about him.

In fact, what Chu Mubai did not know was that the reason why he was able to be chosen by the Martial Sect, aside from the things that he had sat down to do, was that the woman behind him had added fuel to the fire.

In fact, what he had done in the Heaven Martial Kingdom was not worth mentioning in the eyes of these Martial Ancestors.

All of the disciples were chosen, only Chu Mubai remained. At this time, a white-haired old man holding a walking stick came up to Chu Mubai, stroking his beard, he looked at Chu Mubai with an appreciative smile, and after a few seconds, he slowly asked: "Young lad, are you willing to be my disciple?"

Chu Mubai raised his head to look, he originally wanted to reject the elder's offer, since the elder's position was obviously not there. He should be in his late years, and with the sect thinking about his relationship, he still retained his position as an elder.

In fact, Chu Mubai's guess was correct.

He would rather not become the disciple of an elder, but when he saw the old man, the wise look in his eyes was like a smile that had experienced many hardships. He had decided that there was no reason why he wanted to become the disciple of the old man.

Chu Mubai nodded.

Since then, the elder recruitment had come to an end. The fifteen of them had all become elder disciples while the rest were ordinary disciples of the Martial Ancestor Realm.

It could only be known to five of them. Moreover, every three people, these fifteen people needed to secretly gather together for the Martial Competition. If they discovered that the progress of their martial arts was too slow, they would be expelled from the Elders and disciples.

After all, the Martial God Continent followed this rule as usual, the strong preys on the weak, and strength is respected!

With regards to this matter, Chu Mubai did not object.

"In the next few days, you should rest in the sect. After all the things that you need to do to enter the sect are settled, I will arrange for people to send you to my mountain."

The old clan elder stroked his beard and looked at Chu Mubai, smiling as he spoke.

Chu Mubai nodded and did not speak.

"Lad, do you regret it?"

The old elder seemed to have seen through what Chu Mubai was thinking and casually asked.

After hearing that, Chu Mubai was stunned at first, then smiled and shook his head: "Regret? Why should I regret it? Master Fu led the way in. As a person, I believe Master will teach me well, and I will put my heart into training as well. "

This was Chu Mubai's affirmation, and also equivalent to his promise, because he had already caught a glimpse of Lin Yu's contemptuous gaze not far away.

After the elders left one after the other, their group, under the arrangements of the disciples leading, headed towards the true Martial Sect Disciple's dormitory.

"Chu Mubai, three months from now, I will make you kneel down and beg for forgiveness. The master you speak of, is actually an elder in name, and a former sect master pitifully made him stay behind as well. Haven't you noticed that his entire martial arts cultivation has already been crippled? After three months, you just wait to be defeated by me. "

Lin Yu looked at Chu Mubai arrogantly, and shouted loudly.

Chu Mubai looked at the man, he did not have any intention of replying.

He had seen this kind of person too many times, arrogant and domineering, facing this kind of person, he would not have any scruples, but a true genius like Xu Hong was quiet, his eyes were filled with wisdom, as though he was thinking about something.

Being targeted by such a person was the most infuriating thing.

Chu Mubai did not think too much about it, because there were already many different kinds of Martial Sect Disciple appearing beside him. After giving them the Martial Ancestor Realm's robe and jade plates, he also allowed them to wear black scarves.

While they were blindly walking forward, Chu Mubai also asked them where they were heading to. Of course, that disciple from the Martial Ancestor Realm patiently explained.

Only then did he realize that the rules of the Martial Ancestor Realm were indeed complex and incomprehensible.

The disciple recruitment period was three months. In other words, there were four times a year, and the number of disciples each year would be decided according to the different circumstances.

And all the disciples that were accepted within three years were collectively called the 'school'!

Chu Mubai and the others were third time they were accepted, they wanted to live together with the rest of the New disciple s after they were disrupted.

Because there were too many Martial Sect Disciple s, there were many courtyards. In order to prevent the New disciple from colluding with each other, or to resolve any conflicts between them, they would be shelved in different courtyards.

One must know that the Martial Ancestor Realm was a large sect that occupied over a hundred mountain peaks. If they were to release their Sect, they would definitely not be able to find each other.

However, it was only then that Chu Mubai found out that the size of the Martial Ancestor Realm had far exceeded his imagination. One must know that even the strongest sect from thirty thousand years ago did not occupy as much land as the current Martial Ancestor Realm.

One must know that 30,000 years ago, the most powerful sect was the dynasty. In fact, the sect was created by the dynasty in order to nurture the strength of the dynasty.

But now, everything seemed the opposite of what it was thirty thousand years ago.

When Chu Mubai opened his eyes, he found himself in a four man dormitory.

After the Martial Sect Disciple sent him off, he quietly explained, "These are your new roommates, the third Martial Sect Disciple. I hope you two can get along well."

With that, he turned and left.

Chu Mubai turned to look, and saw that the disciples in the dorm were all tall and short, fat and skinny, they could be considered to have different appearances, but fortunately, their faces were kind and friendly, and their gazes at Chu Mubai were friendly, instead of those arrogant and condescending disciples like Lin Yu.

This point still made Chu Mubai feel gratified.

After a round of discussion and lamenting, although Chu Mubai and the others were not truly on the same side, they still had a bit of understanding towards each other.

The oldest was a sturdy guy called Xu An, nicknamed Black Ox. His skin was dark and he had a simple and honest personality, but he was very loyal to his friends. He helped Chu Mubai clean up many of the things that he moved in.

The one ranked number two was a relatively thin youth. He gave off the feeling of a shifty-eyed rat, but he was extremely shrewd with a single glance. His name was Ding Nan, and his nickname was Abacus.

The third brother was a little fatty. His martial arts cultivation was weak, but he was proficient in the five elements. In the future, he would definitely become a Daoist. Thus, his nickname was naturally the God Staff.

As for the fourth brother, he was Chu Mubai. After all, he had just entered the dorm and temporarily did not have any other nicknames, but for convenience sake, the other three people called him the fourth brother.

The four of them got along quite well. After all, there weren't many people who were difficult to get along with. After introducing some things regarding the Martial Ancestor Realm to Chu Mubai, it was already noon.

The next step was the ringing of the clan bells. This meant that the Martial Ancestor Sect's martial dao courses were about to begin.

Martial Ancestor was considered to be a relatively free martial arts cultivation sect. Only on the afternoon of every three days would one agree to practice martial arts in the sect. The disciples in each dorm would have to go to their respective places to practice martial arts with their instructors.

The rest of the time, each disciple would train on their own.

Of course, if someone wanted to go out and gain experience, they would only need to ask for permission.

After all, the sect hoped that their disciples would be able to experience actual combat.