The Clownish poet of Jun peak 2

"How immoral!" San Yumo grunted without further thought as the hall doors closed. The timid young man was startled a little more but did not utter a word to defend himself.

"Who is this useless disciple?" San Yumo shouted back. Shi Guo's gaze wavered slightly, and he stared at the young man blankly. His uniform indicated which peak he belonged to. Obviously, San Yumo was publicly insulting Jun Peak. The rumors that Chuangzhou Peak and Jun Peak were not on good terms were not false then.

The new disciples already recognized the cowardly student who was crouching near this portal. With the mask and uniform of Jun Peak, he must be Yu Lingyu, the clownish poet. Yu Lingyu bowed his head to the ground and apologized in a broken voice.

"Sorry sorry! Please forgive this insignificant disciple." San Yumo was about to say something else, but a strong voice interrupted him.

"Go to your place without further disturbance." Shi Xieren emphasized in a soft voice. "Yes, yes." With his arms folded in salute, Yu Lingyu ran around the hall to where the stage was. The major disciples of all four peaks had already gathered there, and Yu Lingyu was the latecomer.

Seeing that Yu Lingyu was there instead of Wei Yunhe, Shen Guo was a little nervous but once again assumed his usual cold form.

Yu Lingyu was all covered in sweat. He liked to be alone and deliberately avoided crowded places. Although his Da Shixiong Wei Yunhe was supposed to be here today, he had an urgent matter to attend to and left the peak.

 Even when he informed that the conference had started and no matter how fast he ran, the delay was unavoidable. So, thinking to save themselves, his second, third, and fourth shixiongs threw the helpless Yu Lingyu into the main hall as bait.

Wu Xuan raised his voice again. "One by one, you will face your soul test. After realizing your soul form, the five chiefs will choose their disciples, themselves. So please line up!"

The three hundred students were divided into three rows, one behind the other, one hundred students in each row. And the main hall was large enough to accommodate almost all of them comfortably.

Six youths brought three huge flambeaux, all covered with green spiritual fire. The method of selection is easy, the novice has only to insert his hand into this fire. Flames will show their spirit form.

according to Xuan's order, those who were in the front of the three rows put their hands into the fire as if they were afraid of being burned. But they felt nothing but coolness from the fire.

The flames of the first took the shape of a rabbit, the second a tiger, and the third a fish. Accordingly, they were elected to the Shensheng and Chuangzhou peaks respectively. Rabbits and fishes were the most common spirit forms.

Thus, three hundred students underwent this test. A small group of lower spirit forms, like branch forms and small insignificant animal forms, entered Jun Peak.

Finally, the last three disciples in the three rows came forward. Shen Ming and Luo Cheng were among them. 

Shen Ming majestically thrust his fist into the flames while maintaining his proud demeanor. The flames flickered and finally an image of a peacock was formed. A smile tugged at the corner of Yu Lingyu's mouth. Is the soul form of the young man who gives unpleasant glances when he enters the hall really a peacock? Oh, how insignificant.

 Shen Ming's mouth was full of various emotions. "Jun peak!" Seeing that Shi Guo didn't speak anymore, Wu Xuan ordered loudly. Shen Ming furiously slapped his hands on his cloak and joined the short line behind Yu Lingyu. The other two apprentices put their hands into the fire with a slight smile. One was a rabbit. 

He ascended to the Shensheng Peak and Luo Cheng's flames still flickered, trying to grasp his spirit form. Finally, after a considerable time, a dragon form rose from the flames, silencing the entire hall.

The dragon was the most powerful and rare spirit form, and even in the world's leading sect, the Wen Sect, there were only a handful of dragon forms. It was only Juyao Peak's main disciple Wu Xuan and another disciple of Juyao, Jin Long. Surely Luo Cheng would also be elected to the Juyao Peak. Luo Cheng raised his soft voice before Sect Leader Shi Xieren raised his voice.

"Sect Leader, could you please let me choose the peak?" Everyone was stunned, and one of them heaved a huge sigh. Shi Xieren raised an eyebrow. 

Such an event had never happened before. But this student's spirit form was very rare and therefore He agreed to grant a new will. Everyone guessed that Luo Cheng was ready to choose Juyao Peak. But the next words he spoke allowed everyone to let out their pent-up sighs.

"I am willing to become Jun Peak's Master Shen Guo's disciple." Bending slightly from the waist, he said in a soft but firm voice. Wu Xuan's mouth twitched. "Oh, what makes you want to pick Jun Peak?" Even though he didn't say it to belittle, Yu Lingyu fully understood the irony of those words.

With a smile on his face, Luo Cheng first looked at Yu Lingyu and then at Wu Xuan. "I've heard it's very nature friendly. That's why." The young man said. Shi Xieren was not exactly in a happy tone. He immediately regretted giving this young man the opportunity to choose his peak.

"Elder Shen Guo, please give this disciple good arts." Shi Xieren said in a polite tone and never questioned Luo Cheng's decision. Shen Guo shook his head and Luo Cheng walked behind Yu Lingyu with a happy face.

"Then we will end the selection conference here. Each peak has its own set of rules and regulations. Please attend the internal meetings of your Peaks tomorrow morning. In addition, there are a few more rules for the inner students of the Wen sect, but you don't have to worry about them at this time." Wu Xuan said.

"Greet the elders." After ordering, he turned towards the stage and bowed his head a little to greet the Elders, and the other disciples followed him.

 Until all the leaders left the hall, the apprentices breathed a sigh of relief as if the heavy load of salt on them had dissolved in the water.

 Yu Lingyu wiped the sweat from his hands and turned to his new disciples. "I'm Yu Lingyu," he introduced himself to the crowd. His voice was sweet and husky. "Please come with me to the peak." He invited his fellow apprentices. He turned back to the entrance and tried to take a step forward, but bumped into someone's body and took a step back.

His path was blocked by none other than Wu Xuan. "Oh, you must be the clownish poet," he said in a mocking tone. In a few moments, the main disciples of the other sects also joined Wu Xuan. Yu Lingyu felt extremely uncomfortable. He can tolerate insults, but being in front of so many people makes him very uncomfortable. Yu Lingyu waved his hands, "Ah yes, it is me, Wu Shixiong." replied.

Another one dressed in dark red laughed loudly. He was the main disciple of Chuangzhou, Yi Qiu.

"Haha, why don't you sing a poem for us, Yu Shidi?" He said insultingly.

"This worthless disciple can't afford it." Yu Lingyu said truthfully. "Oh," Xuan said, bowing slightly and leaning towards Yu Lingyu.

 This was the first time that the disciples of other sects also saw the infamous clownish poet. Indeed, no one had seen the hideous face behind that pleasant mask. "Yu Shidi, why don't you remove your mask for these Shixiongs of yours?" At Wu Xuan's request, Yu Lingyu remained silent.

"No need, no need, no need to make Shixiong's eyes cringe because of my ugly appearance." Yu Lingyu said as someone without even a trace of shame. "Hmm?" Even Wu Xuan stepped back, he was never one to give up on his prey. Once he sets his mind to accomplishing something, for better or for worse, he will get what he wants. Whether it was today or in a few years, he would truly throw away Yu Lingyu's mask because he needed to do it.

"Don't say that Yu Shidi, my eyes are already dull from seeing such beautiful girls, so let us see an ugly face." Yi Qiu grunted in a contemptuous voice.

He came forward and tried to snatch away Yu Lingyu's mask, but Yu Lingyu immediately took a step back to escape his touch. Wu Xuan's lips curled up in a pout. As much as Yu Lingyu tried to prevent it, he needed to remove the mask. After a long time, he got involved in some interesting work.

Yi Qiu's mouth darkened. "How can you avoid me when you are worthless?" he shouted. "Remove that ridiculous mask right now." Faced with these threats, Yu Lingyu became even more helpless. Just as he was about to apologize, the hall doors opened again.

 "Yu Shidi?" Wei Yunhe walked up to Yu Lingyu with an angry face. Lingyu felt the fear in his chest melt away. His Da Shixiong was here. As he grew older, Wei Yunhe became more handsome and tall. If there was anyone whom he was being second to, it was only Xuan.

"Yi Xiong, how dare you to insult my Yu Shidi?" Wei Yunhe's glare was directed at Yi Qiu. Yi Qiu tried to talk back, but Wu Xuan intervened.

 "It's my fault, Wei Shidi don't be angry." Wu Xuan and Wei Yunhe were one year apart in age. At this time, Wu Xuan was twenty-four years old, and Wei Yunhe would soon turn twenty-three. However, there was no remorse in Xuan's apology.

 "Oh, is that so Wu Xiong?" Wei Yunhe grunted in an insulting voice. Only Wei Yunhe called Wu Xuan as Xiong.

Almost everyone in the sect knew how much Wei Yunhe loved his little Shidi. Therefore, Wei Yunhe, who was almost always a gentle and calm character, only behaved like an angry horse when his Shidi was being mistreated.

 Wu Xuan was slightly startled by this sudden verbal attack but quickly regained his usual smile. This time there was a deadly thought in that smile, like 'I'll feed you alive to crocodiles'.

Wei Yunhe bowed impolitely with an impish heart and left the main hall with them, not even bothering to introduce him to his apprentices. Even after coming out of the hall, Yunhe's anger did not subside.

 "Why did you sneak into this cave? I clearly told the second Shidi to come here." His sharp words were directed at Yu Lingyu this time. Does he call the majestic main hall the cave itself? A whisper rose through the apprentices. Yu Lingyu smiled awkwardly. Isn't Wei Yunhe acting like Yu Lingyu's mother?

Yu Lingyu remained silent and Wei Yunhe's anger subsided in a moment. Glancing at the apprentices behind them, he offered a simple greeting and introduced himself.

 Certainly, there was no need for an introduction, but he had to do it by the rules. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't scare you, did I?" Wei Yunhe asked with a soft smile. "No, Da Shixiong." Luo Cheng gave a simple answer. "Then that's very good." Wei Yunhe said with a happy face.

"Please go to Jun Peak with your Yu Shixiong. I will join you soon." With that said, Wei Yunhe placed a hand on Yu Lingyu's shoulder to comfort him and entered the main hall again. The disciples of the other peaks still hadn't come out and Yu Lingyu really didn't care about it.

He hurried forward with his apprentices. Pointing out the important aspects of the sect from time to time, he quickly made his way to Jun Peak.

 Out of three hundred students, only thirteen were selected for June Peak. How unfortunate.

 But Lingyu could feel the blackened faces of his new Shidies light up as they approached Jun Peak. Indeed, Jun Peak is the most beautiful place in the Tianmen mountain range. There were separate chambers for the internal students of the sect and others were reserved for the external disciples.

 Even though Yu Lingyu was an Inner Disciple, he stayed in the Outer Disciple's cabin where he had lived since childhood. It was because it was very calm and mild.

Dividing the apprentices into six chambers, Yu Lingyu reserved the largest chamber for three. "Why should I sleep with someone else?" Shen Ming shouted angrily as if someone had wronged him.

Shen Ming was the son of a major business family and money was like a grain of sand to him. So how can he share a room with another? Yu Lingyu ignored him. All the other disciples quietly left for their assigned cabins with their luggage, and the bewildered Shen Ming finally obeyed Yu Lingyu's order.

 But Yu Lingyu was slightly surprised to see only one person standing in front of him. He was Shen Ming's roommate. So, this little shidi is here to blame it?

"Yu Shixiong do you remember me?" Luo Cheng asked with his hands clasped behind his back. Lingyu ruffled his hair with his hand. "Four years ago, we met in Lilan City," Yu Lingyu stirred his disordered memory. Lilan City? four years ago?

 "Oh"

"Are you that little Luo didi?" Yu Lingyu asked in surprise. Luo Cheng was once a street child. On his way to Lilan City to fend off a demonic attack with Wei Yunhe, Yu Lingyu found a helpless little child begging, and without any hesitation, Yu Lingyu gave his entire wallet to the little child.

 The little boy greeted him with happy eyes and said that he would return the favor one day. Luo Cheng was eleven years old at the time.

Seeing that he was recognized, Luo Cheng burst into joy. "Yes, it's me, Yu Shixiong. You haven't forgotten my promises, have you?" he asked, his gray but glistening eyes dancing.

"I haven't forgotten, it's nice to meet you again, Luo Shidi," Yu Lingyu replied with all his sincerity. If there was one person who didn't hate him, it would be Wei Yunhe and this little Luo Shidi.