When the light barrier fell into the small courtyard, it alarmed everyone.
Su Xian'er walked out from the wooden house.
Lie Tian and Chunlan also walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.
When they saw the little boy, they were all stunned.
Qi Le pursed his lips and sat on the ground. He tried his best to control his tears, but could not.
His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Chu Xuan and the others.
This was especially so when he saw Lie Tian's head floating in the air. It was truly frightening.
A three-to-four-year-old child was stubbornly pursing his lips, trying his best not to cry.
There was also a blood-red lip mark on his face.
It was blood!
It was obvious that the child had just encountered a great disaster.
Su Xian'er could not help but step forward, gently stroking his head as she picked him up.
"Don't be afraid."
She took out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears on his face, as well as the blood-red lip mark.
Qi Le finally could not restrain himself any longer, and began to cry on Su Xian'er's shoulder.
"Mother, wuwu..."
Su Xian'er comforted him while looking at Chu Xuan.
Qi Le cried for a while before she stopped. He widened her eyes and looked at Lie Tian with a slightly fearful expression.
"Don't be afraid, just treat him like a ball."
Lie Tian rolled his eyes.
"Tell me, what's your name?"
"My name is Li Le ... No, I'm Qi Le. Yes, Qi Le!"
Lie Tian looked around Qi Le and said, "Strange, this kid's aptitude is pretty average. How did he fall in here?"
He knew that Chu Xuan's arrangements in the valley were extraordinary. Only those with great fate and talent could enter.
Hearing Lie Tian's words, Qi Le's small face tensed up, and his small hand tightly grabbed Su Xian'er's sleeve.
The words "average aptitude" had a huge impact on him.
It was because of this that he was abandoned, and his mother died to protect him.
Although Qi Le was young, he was not completely ignorant.
Su Xian'er glared at Lie Tian and said in annoyance, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
"Little Le'er, don't listen to his nonsense. You're very talented. To be able to come here, you must be a proud genius!"
The corners of Lie Tian's mouth twitched.
"I'm not talking nonsense. He's really mediocre."
"Tell me, is his aptitude average?" he asked Chunlan.
Chunlan hesitated and did not answer.
It was too direct and hurt the child's pride.
Lie Tian was a heartless fellow. He was carefree and was not afraid of hurting the child's heart.
However, her lack of an answer was also an answer.
Qi Le's small hand clenched even tighter.
Tears welled up in his eyes again.
Su Xian'er comforted him while looking at Chu Xuan, "Sir, do you want to take little Le'er as your disciple?"
Since he had entered the valley, and was a child who had just encountered a great disaster, he would not be chased out no matter how talented or untalented he was.
Su Xian'er had already decided that if Chu Xuan did not accept him, she would take him as her disciple.
"Of course!" Chu Xuan nodded.
Su Xian'er quickly put Qi Le down and said softly, "Hurry up and acknowledge Sir as your master!"
It was as if she was afraid Chu Xuan would go back on his word.
Qi Le was young, but he was quick-witted and immediately kowtowed.
"Disciple Qi Le pays his respects to Master!"
"Very good. Get up."
Chu Xuan nodded.
Lie Tian was surprised. Qi Le's aptitude was average, but Chu Xuan had accepted him as a personal disciple?
Even if he pitied him, there was no need to take him in as a personal disciple, right?
A disciple with mediocre talent would affect the image of the Xuan Gate sect.
Could it be that Qi Le had some special constitution that he did not know of?
Lie Tian could not help but float around Qi Le again.
Chunlan was also puzzled.
"Sect master, his talent is mediocre. To put it bluntly, if you take him in as your personal disciple, it will affect the image of the Xuan Gate sect."
Lie Tian hovered near Qi Le again and continued, "How about this, I'll take him in as an outer disciple of the Xuan Gate sect?"
Qi Le's face was filled with anxiety as he leaned against Su Xian'er, his small hands grabbing onto the hem of her clothes, tensed up.
Su Xian'er was so angry that she wanted to curse him.
Chunlan also looked at him with dissatisfaction.
"In the Xuan Gate sect, there are only core disciples, no outer disciples."
"Those who can enter the Xuan Gate sect are all people with great fate and extraordinary talent. He is no exception."
"I can't tell. What kind of innate talent does he have? He doesn't have any special constitution either."
"Chunlan, what about you? Can you tell?"
"No," Chunlan shook her head.
It was normal for them to not be able to tell. After all, only those who had reached the Dao Supreme realm would be able to do so.
Qi Le's consciousness was a mass of Yin and Yang energy.
Once his spirit was formed, this mass of Yin and Yang energy would be in his spirit.
From the perspective of those below the Dao Supreme realm, Qi Le's aptitude was average, and his spirit was muddled, which was a sign of poor comprehension.
He would never be able to condense his divine soul and break through to the emperor realm.
However, Dao Supreme realm experts could trace the clues. The mass of Yin and Yang energy was a great fortune!
