84: Chapter 84 The Tragic Young Master's Nobleman 6

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, like a white horse passing a gap. After many years, the Yunxiao Sect once again ushered in a lively and extraordinary moment.

This celebration was held with great grandeur and ceremony, and the Cultivators who came to participate arrived in an endless stream, like a rising tide.

Even several major Sects in the Human Realm sent their high-ranking Grand Elders, bearing generous gifts, to offer their congratulations.

As the ceremony began, Lu Zhan, dressed in an elegant cyan robe, slowly walked onto the high platform.

His posture was as upright as an ancient pine, and his temperament was as clear and bright as the moon. His long black hair hung down like a waterfall, swaying gently as he walked, adding a touch of ethereal, otherworldly grace.

His face was like polished jade, his eyes bright and sharp, and between his brows, there was a hint of coldness and aloofness.

The Elders of various Sects seated on both sides of the high platform rose one after another. Master Mingyu also stepped down slowly from the seat of honor, while the Cultivators below the platform all looked up, gazing intently.

A gaze from among the young Disciples of the noble families felt like a burning flame, exceptionally intense.

Lu Zhan felt something and could not help but look back. A dashing youth in red stood there, his face exquisite and handsome, full of youthful vitality, as passionate as the scorching sun.

Seeing him look over, the youth's smile became even more radiant.

He did not seem to recall ever seeing such a youth in his memory, yet he felt a vague sense of familiarity in his heart—not repulsive, but rather a very comfortable feeling.

Not dwelling on it further, Lu Zhan walked with steady steps to the front of Master Mingyu and bowed slightly, offering a salute.

"Revered Master."

Master Mingyu nodded slightly, his expression kind and his eyes smiling, as he hung the jade token representing the status of the Young Sect Master onto Lu Zhan's waist.

Then, he gently patted Lu Zhan on the shoulder.

"A-Zhan, Revered Master is old now. From now on, I will need you to look after the Yunxiao Sect."

Lu Zhan's expression was serious, his eyes filled with earnestness and determination.

"Revered Master, I have no interest in the trivial affairs of the Sect, but as long as I am here, the Yunxiao Sect will remain."

After these words fell, Master Mingyu did not say anything more, but his expression was visibly pleased, his eyes showing relief as he turned and sat back in his seat of honor.

The others also sat down one after another, talking in low voices.

Lu Zhan sat to the left of Master Mingyu, pouring a cup of tea with a casual posture and sipping it lightly.

Below, the segment for selecting Disciples from the subordinate noble families officially began.

There were two parts in total: one was testing Spiritual Root Aptitude, and the other was a competition of strength and cultivation, with an age limit of under twenty.

There were many participants, but there were only three spots, making the competition particularly intense.

Lu Zhan's gaze would occasionally drift toward the youth in red standing on the sparring platform, a hint of admiration appearing in his eyes.

"A-Zhan, have you taken a liking to any of the Disciples?"

Master Mingyu was quite happy. His beloved Disciple had always had extremely high standards; anyone he took a liking to would definitely not be mediocre. It seemed the Yunxiao Sect was about to produce another shining new star.

"That youth in red is quite good."

There was a hint of appreciation in his voice. Lu Zhan's Adam's apple bobbed as he downed the tea in his cup in one gulp.

Upon hearing this, Master Mingyu scrutinized the youth below. His Aptitude and cultivation were decent, but to catch his beloved Disciple's eye, this alone was certainly not enough.

There must be something special about him that he hadn't noticed, but he had always had a blind confidence in his beloved Disciple's judgment.

From sunrise to sunset, after a fierce competition, the candidates for the spots were determined.

They were Xiao Chen of the Xiao family, Wang Ruoxin of the Wang family, and Yun Lu of the Yun family—the same youth in red that Lu Zhan had taken a liking to.

Lu Zhan had long since lost interest. Once the personnel were decided, he stood up and bid farewell to Master Mingyu.

Then, taking the three Disciples who were full of excitement and thrill, he returned directly to Linhua Hall, with Bi Qing following closely behind.

Entering the hall, Lu Zhan turned to look at the three Disciples—two men and one woman—before him, his gaze lingering on the youth in red for a few extra seconds.

The youth's eyes seemed to be overflowing with genuine sincerity, stirring a strange feeling in his heart.

"I do not take Disciples. You may simply address me as Senior Brother in your daily lives. Aside from the room on the left side of the main hall, you may choose any of the side halls to reside in. If you have any questions during your daily Cultivation, you may come and ask me. This will last for five years."

The words seemed to explode directly in his mind. The youth in red froze for a moment, nearly losing his composure. That room on the left was his former residence.

He had left Linhua Hall and become the Demon Lord, yet Senior Brother had not allowed any other Disciples to set foot there. Senior Brother still remembered him in his heart. Mo Yun felt very satisfied at this moment.

Xiao Chen and Wang Ruoxin felt a little disappointed, as it was only for five years, but they immediately adjusted their mindset; five years was enough to comprehend quite a lot.

The two of them bowed slightly at the same time and replied respectfully.

"Senior Brother, we understand. We will definitely Cultivate diligently and live up to your teachings."

Mo Yun, however, did not move, merely gazing at Lu Zhan with intense eyes, as if he could never get enough of looking at him.

Xiao Chen and Wang Ruoxin glanced at the youth in red, their eyes filled with a strange expression, but they were not familiar with the youth, so they did not say anything.

Lu Zhan's expression was cold as he looked at the youth in red.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Mo Yun's expression did not change in the slightest; he still wore that smiling look, but his tone was slow and firm as he said:

"Senior Brother, Yun Lu would like to live in the room on the left side of the main hall. I feel that it is particularly suitable for me."

Lu Zhan's eyes were like cold pools; his cold and sharp gaze scrutinized the youth before him as if trying to see through something, his brows furrowed slightly.

"That is not possible. Bi Qing, take them down to be settled."

His somewhat cold words carried an unquestionable tone.

Bi Qing's heart skipped a beat. Mo Yun was special in Senior Brother's heart; he feared that Senior Brother was already displeased.

He hurriedly led them away, with Xiao Chen and Wang Ruoxin following step by step.

Mo Yun, however, stood where he was, unmoving.

Senior Brother's attitude delighted him immensely. Did this not mean that even today, he still held some special place in Senior Brother's heart?

However, he did not want to go anywhere else; he only wanted to live in the residence that Senior Brother had once prepared for him. Mo Yun's eyes revealed intensity and stubbornness.

"Senior Brother, why not? Yun Lu really likes that side hall. The moment I saw it, I felt familiar with it, as if I had lived there before."

Mo Yun and Yun Lu were clearly two completely different people—one introverted like the clear moon, the other extroverted like the scorching sun—so why did they give him a sense of similarity? Was it his imagination?

A sense of confusion and bewilderment welled up in Lu Zhan's heart. Perhaps there was some connection between the two, or was it that Mo Yun had returned, and Yun Lu was Mo Yun?

Lu Zhan stared at the youth with a cold gaze, silent for a long time.

"Senior Brother, Yun Lu really wants to live there!"

The youth in red seemed completely unafraid of Lu Zhan's cold face. He even tugged on Lu Zhan's wide sleeve and shook it gently, blinking his large, watery eyes as he acted spoiled, looking aggrieved.

Mo Yun had also loved to act spoiled like this in the past. This scene made the Mo Yun in Lu Zhan's memory seem to merge with the youth before him, and a moment of daze appeared in his eyes.

"Mo Yun, is it you who has returned?"

The voice was extremely low and soft, as if no one could hear it clearly. Yun Lu, however, was startled in his heart, but his expression remained very obedient, his eyes flashing with confusion.

"Senior Brother, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhan shook his head slightly. Finally, his gaze softened a little, and he raised his hand to gently stroke the top of the youth's head.

"Since Yun Lu likes it so much, then you may live there."

Mo Yun's heart felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey, but deep down, there was also a faint bitterness of guilt for deceiving Senior Brother.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Lu Zhan's expression was soft, with a hint of a smile in his eyes. He had always trusted his intuition, and his intuition told him he wouldn't be wrong.

"Mm, go on down."

The Senior Brother he had been longing for was right before his eyes, but Mo Yun knew that everything could not be rushed; this was already a very good start.

He nodded happily, turned, and left, his figure quickly disappearing at the doorway.

Lu Zhan stared at the doorway for a long time before withdrawing his gaze. He walked to the window, sat cross-legged on the couch, and with his internal spiritual energy circulating, he closed his eyes to Cultivate.