C7 (1/2)

One month later.

Sun Yan stood outside the grass hut. According to his estimations, that young man should be coming back today.

This was not the first time he had thought about such a thing. However, it was something even more distressing than the innumerable questions he had asked. It was as if he had not yet reached the level to which he could answer the question.

This was a storage bag, and normally speaking, it was something that ordinary disciples could obtain from the Treasure Vault on the Eighth Peak. But when a direct disciple brought a disciple up the mountain and trained to the Qi Condensation stage, they would have some special privileges, which were granted by the inner disciples!

”This red oil bag should be the lowest level of storage bag … Then, I just need to inject a bit of Spiritual Energy, I should … ” Muttering to himself, Sun Yan tried to circulate the spirit energy in his body and slowly injected it into the storage bag.

There were a few things inside: three low-grade spirit stones, a set of red robes, some low-grade medicinal pills and spells, Qi Condensation manuals from the second to the thirteenth volumes. These should be considered as benefits for the disciples within the sect …

”Only after reaching the Qi Condensation Level 1 can one be considered a disciple of the Mo Qian Sect, and will have the true right to cultivate … The next step should be to go to the Hidden Weapon Pavilion and choose a magic tool of your own! ” Thinking to here, Sun Yan looked at the thatched cottage that he had lived in for a month, shook his head, changed into that red robe, found a low level flight talisman from the storage bag, and stuck it to his chest!

This was the first time Sun Yan was flying in the air. Even though it was surrounded by clouds and mist, he was not excited at all.

Furthermore, while flying, he had met a few people from the same sect, who were mostly ordinary disciples dressed in red robes. Of course, he could occasionally see a few inner sect disciples dressed in green, only, these people were mostly very cold and indifferent, and did not even look at Sun Yan.

”I wonder, how is Liu Hu?!” As he thought about it, an inexplicable expression suddenly flashed across Sun Yan's face, before he quickened his pace ….

The former was a sect that managed books, pills, storage bag, and a series of other miscellaneous items. The latter was a sect that specialized in magic tools and treasures, and because of the decline of the Mo Qian Sect, it was not even a sect that focused on alchemy or manufacturing, causing a lot of junk, which was why there were no longer any precious items in the Vault of Treasures and Weapons. As for the weapons, because this generation's sect master was a master in forging weapons, he still had some reserves, and it was even said that this person had refined a spirit treasure before …

Thus, in a situation where there was no special rights, other people were basically not allowed to take their place and could only take them themselves to ensure their so-called safety. This point, no matter if it was for direct disciples or ordinary disciples, was the same!

There were four in the Vault of Weapons.

They were all located on the seventh mountain, but they were not at the same place. There was a mountain peak, and only direct disciples or above could enter, and there were two rooms at the waist of the mountain. What they required was the identity of an inner disciple, and the one at the bottom was naturally exclusive, for ordinary disciples like Sun Yan …

Very quickly, a black colored pavilion was reflected in Sun Yan's eyes.

This pavilion had only two floors and was extremely dilapidated. Even from ten metres away, Sun Yan could smell the rotten air that had been left behind due to the passage of time.

”It's very normal, it's very normal, the Mo Qian Sect is not as good as it was in the past, for ordinary disciples, it's already not easy to come here and choose a magical tool. If you want to see a higher level, you can only work hard to become an inner disciple … The Treasure Vault on the mountainside is countless times more luxurious than this place! ” Then, a calm voice suddenly reached Sun Yan's ears. Following that, an old man dressed in green slowly walked out of the pavilion.

Looking at this old man, Sun Yan's thoughts moved, he knew who he was, thus he smiled faintly and said: ”Senior …”

Without waiting for Sun Yan to explain his purpose for coming here, the old man waved his hand and stopped Sun Yan from continuing. With a look of understanding, he said softly: ”Follow me!”

After he finished speaking, he no longer paid any attention to Sun Yan, turned around and walked into the Hidden Weapon Pavilion, after that, Sun Yan also pondered for a moment, and then followed him in!