Having examined everyone’s souls, their aptitudes were all acceptable; if they were too poor, they probably wouldn’t have come. He then took a look at their fortune.

"There isn't anyone with formidable fortune; they are all ordinary people," Lin Moyu said softly.

"With their aptitudes, it's enough to join some small sects, but it's slightly insufficient for joining Hanshui Holy Land."

Xiao Mei naturally believed Lin Moyu's words. "Teacher is right."

"The Holy Land recruits disciples once a year, but it often takes three to five years to find one qualified candidate," Lin Moyu said.

"Although it looks hopeless, there is always a glimmer of vitality under the Great Dao; perhaps there will be a miracle."

Xiao Mei followed Lin Moyu's words, "Teacher is right, miracles are everywhere."

Lin Moyu was amused by Xiao Mei. "Since when did you learn to flatter so well?"

Xiao Mei said, "It's all because Teacher taught me well." The two followed the path, flying from the ice and snow toward Hanshui Holy Land.

The terrain kept rising, getting higher and higher. Although there was no ice or snow blocking the way, the terrain alone was enough to stop quite a few people. This was also the first test given by Hanshui Holy Land; if they couldn't even reach the mountain gate, they had no qualifications to join the Holy Land sect.

On the mountain peak, amidst swirling ice, snow, and clouds, a huge mountain gate was vaguely visible. This was the destination for all those who came to seek apprenticeship, and also the starting point for the next stage.

Lin Moyu climbed all the way, flying toward the peak. Along the way, he didn't see a single disciple of the Holy Land. No one managed this road. According to Xiao Mei, if one accidentally died halfway, then they were dead; it could only be said that their fate was bad, and the Holy Land would not care.

This was the world of cultivators, incomparably cruel. Every step was dangerous, and one wrong step meant death. Before long, the two arrived in front of the Holy Land gate.

Lin Moyu smiled slightly; they had indeed come. At this moment, in front of the gate, Young Master Wu Xingguang and several members of the Wu Family were standing there. The ordinary people who wanted to seek apprenticeship were still on the road, and the fastest one was still some distance away from the gate.

Back then, Lu Fengyao had said that Young Master Wu Xingguang would come to Hanshui Holy Land to propose marriage. He really had come. Lin Moyu asked curiously, "Since you are here, why don't you go in?"

Xiao Mei explained, "During these days when the Holy Land is recruiting disciples, the gate is not opened. It will only open once all those seeking apprenticeship have arrived."

"The passage will be maintained for ten days. After ten days, except for the area in front of the Hanshui Holy Land gate, all other places will be sealed off by ice, snow, and cold wind. That is to say, those who want to seek apprenticeship, if they cannot walk half the distance within five days, they must immediately turn back and leave through the teleportation array at the starting point."

"Otherwise, they will be frozen to death on the way. Only those who can reach the gate within ten days are qualified to proceed to the next round of tests."

Lin Moyu felt nothing about this rule. Everyone has to pay the price for their own choices; whether they live or die depends entirely on themselves. This was very fair.

Lin Moyu glanced at Xiao Mei, as if saying, "Why didn't you say so earlier?" He said calmly, "It seems we have to wait here for a few days."

Xiao Mei giggled, "I believe Teacher definitely has a way to get in."

What Xiao Mei implied naturally referred to the relationship between Lin Moyu and Saint Master Gu Hanyu. Sometimes, rules are rules, but if the relationship is strong enough, rules can be changed.

At this time, Young Master Wu Xingguang also noticed Lin Moyu. He frowned, a flash of light shining in his eyes, and then he put on a smile. "I didn't expect to see Fellow Daoist here; it is truly fate."

On the surface, Young Master Wu Xingguang was calm, but his slight changes could not deceive Lin Moyu at all, nor could they deceive Xiao Mei.

Lin Moyu could clearly feel that this guy had a trace of slight killing intent toward him, but this killing intent was very weak, not enough to make him actually take action.

At the same time, the two Seventh Realm Ancestors behind Young Master Wu Xingguang seemed to be wary of him.

Lin Moyu landed slowly. "Indeed, it is a coincidence. This is no longer the hurricane warship; does Fellow Daoist Wu want to consider killing me here?"

Young Master Wu Xingguang was stunned on the spot. He never expected Lin Moyu to speak so directly. He had indeed thought about killing Lin Moyu, but that was just a thought. After being persuaded by the two Ancestors, this idea had long faded.

Young Master Wu Xingguang was awkward for two seconds and immediately put on a smile. "Fellow Daoist is joking; Xingguang has never thought of being an enemy of Fellow Daoist."

Lin Moyu said nonchalantly, "Really didn't think about it?"

Young Master Wu Xingguang immediately said, "It was just a misunderstanding at the time. Fellow Daoist is a friend of Feng Yao, so naturally, you are also a friend of Wu; how could I think of such things?"

Lin Moyu chuckled, "As long as it's a misunderstanding, that's fine. Then why doesn't Fellow Daoist Wu go in?"

Young Master Wu Xingguang said, "It seems that Fellow Daoist does not know the rules of Hanshui Holy Land. This time, it happens to be the day the Holy Land recruits disciples, so the mountain gate will be closed for a few days; we can only enter after a few days."

Lin Moyu smiled meaningfully. "Is that so? Let me try."

Saying this, Lin Moyu took out a token, activated it, and simultaneously said loudly to the token, "Senior, Lin Moyu is here to visit!"

The token glowed and flew up automatically. A character "Cang" on the token was very eye-catching. Young Master Wu Xingguang's level was not high enough, so he did not recognize this token.

However, the two Seventh Realm Ancestors behind him gasped simultaneously. "It's Ancestor Gu Cang's token."

Lin Moyu smiled slightly. "Correct, it is indeed Ancestor Gu Cang's token."

Previously, the token was stored in his storage space, so even Ancestor Gu Cang couldn't sense it. Now that the token was activated, even if Ancestor Gu Cang was in seclusion, he could hear Lin Moyu's voice.

Sure enough, in less than two seconds, Ancestor Gu Cang's deep and majestic voice came from the token, "Young Friend Lin is visiting; Hanshui Holy Land is honored. I, Gu, failed to welcome you from afar, please forgive me."

The gate slowly opened amidst Ancestor Gu Cang's voice. Where in the world are there rules that cannot be broken? It only depends on whether your relationship is strong enough and your fist is hard enough. With Ancestor Gu Cang's order, how would the Holy Land gate dare not open?

The gate opened, and a burst of cold air rushed out from behind the gate. The token flashed with a faint light, shining on Lin Moyu, blocking all the cold air. Xiao Mei huddled behind Lin Moyu, treating Lin Moyu as a meat shield.

Ancestor Gu Cang's figure appeared in the cold air, walking out from behind the gate. A terrifying pressure accompanied Ancestor Gu Cang, rolling in like waves, and the expressions of Young Master Wu Xingguang and the others changed drastically.

Facing this pressure, it actually made them feel like their Dao Heart was collapsing, especially the two Seventh Realm Ancestors of the Wu Family, who felt it particularly deeply. They looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes. Ancestor Gu Cang's pressure seemed to be beyond the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable.

Ancestor Gu Cang strode over, laughing loudly, "Congratulations, Young Friend Lin, your cultivation has greatly improved."

Lin Moyu also smiled, "I should also congratulate Senior; it shouldn't be far off, right?"

Ancestor Gu Cang laughed, "Not far, not far; it's all thanks to Young Friend Lin that I can see hope. Come in, come in; whatever the matter, let's talk inside."

Lin Moyu said, "Would that break the rules?"

Ancestor Gu Cang said, "What damn rules; I am the rule."

Lin Moyu was no longer polite. "Then this junior will respectfully obey."

Ancestor Gu Cang said, "What respect or disrespect; if Young Friend Lin says so again, you are not treating me as a friend. Come, come; I have some good tea here, just right to invite Young Friend Lin to enjoy it together."

Just as they were about to walk in, Young Master Wu Xingguang suddenly spoke up, "Ancestor Cang, I am Wu Xingguang of the Wu Family; can you let us go in together too?"

Ancestor Gu Cang seemed to have just noticed Young Master Wu Xingguang, glancing at him sideways. "Wu Family's Wu Xingguang? Never heard of him. What is Wu Xingchen to you?"

Young Master Wu Xingguang immediately said, "Wu Xingchen is my brother, my own brother."

Ancestor Gu Cang looked at him, then at the few people behind him, seeming to understand something. "Since you are people of the Wu Family, then come in together."

Young Master Wu Xingguang was overjoyed and immediately followed them in. The gate closed again, leaving only the group of people struggling to climb outside.

Behind the gate was a magnificent hall, very bright, and the temperature was not as cold as imagined. It was indeed a bit colder than the normal environment, but still bearable. The key was that the power of the Great Dao did not appear here.

That is to say, ordinary people could survive here as long as they wore warm enough clothes. Hanshui Holy Land looked no different from other sects; there were no magnificent sacred sceneries, and no visions filling the sky.

But if one's spiritual sense was sharp enough, one could sense the uniqueness here. Hanshui Holy Land had reached a level of returning to simplicity. Every pillar around and every brick stepped on underfoot had been refined; they looked ordinary, but actually concealed mysteries.

Lin Moyu could see that a formation was set up here. The formation was not to enhance the Power of Origin, but rather to suppress the Power of Origin, firmly suppressing the Power of Origin in the origin spirit vein beneath Hanshui Holy Land.

It was not that it was forbidden to emit, but rather it was released when needed. Normally, it was suppressed. In this way, cultivation in this area became extremely difficult.

If one could still cultivate rapidly in this environment, it not only proved that one possessed extremely strong talent, but also allowed one to lay a strong foundation. When the spirit vein was released, the accumulated years of cultivation would turn into power, and the cultivator would be able to soar into the sky.

After walking a few steps, several disciples wearing white cold robes came over and bowed respectfully to Ancestor Gu Cang. Ancestor Gu Cang signaled them to take Young Master Wu Xingguang and the others to the main hall. He was too lazy to manage ordinary affairs, so he naturally left them for others to handle.

Passing through the hall, Ancestor Gu Cang came to a teleportation array. The Holy Land was somewhat large, and flying was not very convenient. "We will take the teleportation array." Lin Moyu naturally had no objection.

As a Ninth Realm Ancestor of Hanshui Holy Land, Ancestor Gu Cang did not hold the authority over the transmission of the origin spirit vein; it was in the hands of Saint Master Gu Hanyu. Even he could only use the teleportation array to come and go.

After a short teleportation, the three arrived among the mountains. Ice mountains stood between heaven and earth as if cut by knives and axes, their peaks like blades, as if they were about to pierce the sky.

Lin Moyu could see that these blade-like mountains were actually a formation, and a high-level formation at that, at least at the peak of the seventh rank, possibly reaching the eighth rank.

Hanshui Holy Land looked simple, but in fact, everything was hidden beneath the simplicity. Ancestor Gu Cang's residence was located among the mountains, possessing a valley alone; this valley was also a formation eye.

Once the formation was activated, Ancestor Gu Cang could control the formation from here, but Lin Moyu had a feeling that this formation had not been activated for a long time.

Ancestor Gu Cang led Lin Moyu into the courtyard, and bursts of fragrance rushed toward them. Outside the courtyard was ice and snow, while inside the courtyard it was as warm as spring, and the tea fragrance was overflowing. It was simply two different worlds. Lin Moyu took a deep breath. "What fragrant tea."