Aiming for the Immortal Path

The next day.

Before dawn, Huilong Town was like boiling water, exploding into a pot.

Countless vendors poured onto the streets and started selling loudly.

Figures, in groups of three or five, were rushing to Huilong Town from all directions, either on foot, in oxcarts or horse-drawn carriages.

Yunge Sect, the immortal of Luofu Peak, accepts disciples once every three years, only children between ten and twelve years old. This has become a customary habit, and every day when it comes to accepting disciples, it is also the time for a big gathering in Huilong Town. ??

From all over the country, families with children of school age will bring their children to try their luck.

First, you can buy some daily necessities. Secondly, if your child is lucky enough to be chosen to become an immortal's apprentice, it will be more honorable than being the top scholar in school, and the ancestral graves will be full of smoke.

Su Twelve mixed in the crowd and walked into the town.

The road from Xiaoshi Village to Huilong Town was rugged and difficult, and Su Twelve only visited it once with his grandfather when he was a child. Fortunately, he had a good memory. He stumbled along the way and finally arrived here at dawn.

But the clothes he wore were also torn and dirty, and he looked like a little beggar.

As Su Twelve walked, he raised his ears and looked left and right.

He came alone and didn't know where the immortal took his disciples. But he knew that among the parents who brought children of similar age to him, there must be some who brought their children to become apprentices.

Soon, Su Twelve followed him to an open space surrounded by adults in the middle of the town. Nearly a hundred children of his age gathered in the open space.

From the conversations of passers-by, Su Twelve knew that this was the place where the Immortal would accept his disciples.

All the children who want to be apprentices are here waiting for the immortal to test their talents.

Su Twelve squeezed his way into the crowd, found a deserted corner and sat down on the ground.

After walking on the mountain road all night, he was tired and hungry, and his feet were swollen. Now, he just wants to take a good rest.

At this moment, clouds suddenly fluttered in the sky, and a flying sword broke through like lightning.

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The flying sword is wide and broad, and two elegant figures are standing on the sword.

"It's the Immortal! The Immortal is here!"

On the ground, everyone looked up, no matter men, women, old or young, their expressions were condensed and they held their breath.

The entire Huilong Town, which was still bustling with people just now, suddenly became quiet.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword passed over the clearing, and the two elegant figures jumped up, fell from the sky, and landed in the center of the clearing.

In mid-air, the flying sword exuded brilliance, quickly shrank into a three-foot flying sword, and landed behind the person inside.

"Immortal?"

Su Twelve was shocked and quickly turned to look at the person.

The person who came was wearing a green shirt and long robe, with a red face and white hair. He looked to be sixty or seventy years old, with a thick gray beard floating on his chest. His eyes were piercing and his whole body was filled with an elegant and extraordinary temperament.

The other person was a pretty woman of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The woman has bright eyebrows and white teeth, red lips and white teeth. Her black hair is like a waterfall. She wears a light blue dress that moves with the wind, floating like a fairy.

"Is that a fairy? It's so beautiful!"

"I never thought that I, the old man, would be able to see such a beautiful fairy in my lifetime."

"I heard that the princess of Song Dynasty is as beautiful as a fairy, but compared with this fairy, I'm afraid she's not even close!"

…

As soon as the woman came down, there was a commotion in the crowd. Facing such a gorgeous beauty, all the mortals present lost their minds.

In the open space, nearly a hundred children, including Su Twelve, were also stunned.

After landing, the woman looked at everything around her with curiosity and said with emotion, "Ten years have passed and we have finally gone down the mountain!"

“I can’t believe that in just ten years, there will be so many more people in Huilong Town!”

The old man looked at the woman with a smile, "Okay, don't be too busy sighing and get down to business first. If I can't conquer Tianhua Peak this time, I will be laughed to death by that old bastard Fu Boren!"

The woman smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, grandpa, I won't delay your business! There are many people coming to take part in the test this year, and there will definitely be a few more good ones."

The woman said, raised her hand, and a square table appeared in front of the two of them.

On the square table, there is a strange-shaped stone. It was a spirit-testing stone used by the sect to test the spiritual roots of its disciples.

The old man nodded and looked at the dolls in the open space. His eyes suddenly turned cold and he said without any emotion in his voice: "Only a few of you can be selected to join our Yun Ge Sect."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his cold and ruthless words scared everyone in the audience into silence.

Su Twelve shrank his neck, feeling even more uneasy.

"Spiritual roots are the foundation for cultivating immortals. Next, I will test your spiritual roots one by one. Now, everyone lines up in a line, steps forward one by one, and presses their hands on this stone." The old man said lightly and said casually. He pointed, and then pointed at the spirit-testing stone on the table.

After the words fell, the children lined up sparsely.

Su Twelve was at the end of the queue, clenching his fists nervously and looking sideways.

At the front of the team, a rather bold child stepped forward cautiously and placed his hand on the spirit-testing stone.

The spirit-detecting stone shook slightly and lit up with a dim red light.

The old man had no expression on his face and said calmly: "Low-grade Fire Spirit Root! Passed, stand on the right side!"

Hearing this, the child's eyes lit up and his face looked happy. He hurriedly walked to the right and stood quietly. In the crowd, a couple even became excited.

Then, another child came forward. This time, there was no response from the spiritual stone.

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"Unqualified! Leave!"

"Unqualified!"

"Low-grade earth spirit root, stand on the right side!!"

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In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people were tested, and there were only two more children with low-grade spiritual roots beside the old man.

Looking at the few remaining children, the old man frowned visibly, looking a bit impatient.

Low-grade spiritual roots are just the most common and bad spiritual roots in the world of immortality. With this kind of spiritual root, future prospects are very limited.

Coming all the way, if he only recruits these two people, he will become a joke when he returns.

At this moment, a dark-skinned little boy wearing coarse linen clothes walked up to the spirit-testing stone.

As soon as he put his hand on it, the spirit-detecting stone shook violently, and then, a dazzling golden light and a bright red light lit up at the same time.

The light was radiating, and it was faintly emitting a bit of sharpness and intimidation.

Everyone watching this scene was stunned.

The old man's expression was even more joyful, and he exclaimed: "What?! It's actually the best golden spiritual root and the best fire spiritual root?! Two spiritual roots, haha, I didn't come here in vain this year!"

The old man was so excited that his voice trembled when he spoke, and he did not hide the joy in his heart.

No wonder he was so excited. When a monk cultivates immortality, his spiritual root is the cornerstone of everything and determines the speed of his cultivation. If your spiritual roots are not good enough, you will get twice the result with half the effort if you practice it.

For ordinary people, it would be considered good if they had middle-grade or high-grade spiritual roots. If the best spiritual root can appear, it will be a unique genius.

And the best double spiritual roots are even more geniuses among geniuses. Such spiritual roots can be described as rare, but rare. This kind of spiritual root has only appeared once in the Yunge Sect for hundreds of years. That is the founder of the sect, Master Yunge!

On the side, although the handsome woman did not speak, her eyes looking at the little boy became obviously happy.