anyon.Looking at Lu Xiaoteng's disappearing figure, Jin Peng's deeply hidden resentment could not help but reveal itself. Within that blood-colored prison, confined for a hundred years and enduring t...“Huh, it’s you. I said how come I haven't seen you all the time, I thought you weren't coming.” The young man in the golden crown saw Lu Xiaoteng and exclaimed.
"This senior is joking, I finally collected all the spirit objects, and my purpose is to join Lingxiao Palace. How could I not come" Lu Xia Tian said.
"Brother Hou, do you know him" the thin woman asked.
"I've met him once, this kid is quite strange. He collected a lot of herbs that the Qidan Palace needed but sold them all. Joining our Lingxiao Palace, don't you think that's strange" The youth with the golden crown said with a chuckle.
“Is that so” The Zhao surname elder suddenly had his eyes glow, like two golden sword beams stabbing towards Lu Xiaottian.
Lu Xia Tian felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he were walking naked in the snow and ice. Under this elder's gaze, he had absolutely nowhere to hide. The disparity in their cultivation levels was too great; Lu Xia Tian couldn't muster even a shred of resistance, so he could only listen passively.
"Go register." After a long pause, the elderly Zhao withdrew his gaze and said impassively.
"Zhao senior brother, do you find this person suspicious" the only black dwarf at the table who had not spoken until now said.
"Well, lately the Mo Dao Sect has been getting restless. The Palace Master has repeatedly warned us to be vigilant against Mo Dao spies infiltrating Lingxiao Palace. We must be careful of anyone with a suspicious background." The elderly man surnamed Zhao nodded.
The young man surnamed Hou, wearing a golden crown, glanced at the spiritual root test results over there and couldn't help but chuckle. "Even if they send spies, they should at least send someone competent with some ability. This kid is a bit strange, but he definitely doesn't resemble those prodigiously gifted geniuses. It would be great if he could cultivate to the peak of Qi Refining in his lifetime." There are tens of thousands of Qi Refining cultivators in Lingxiao Palace alone. Even if it was a spy, what kind of waves could they possibly make
Seeing that Lu Xiaodantian's spiritual root color on the jade plate was still flickering and showed no sign of stopping, the old man surnamed Zhao's face contorted with surprise. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed. It seemed he had overthought things.
"Senior, I'm a bit puzzled about what kind of spiritual root this is," Lu Xia Tian thought to himself. The old man in black robes had checked him before, but couldn't tell him anything. Now that he wasn't a new cultivator anymore, he knew how important spiritual roots were. Since the other party was a Foundation Establishment expert sent by a major sect of immortals, he should know more."
The old man's face flashed a hint of embarrassment. He had never seen such a phenomenon in the spiritual root test before. "Your spiritual root is unclear and indefinable. It doesn't resemble any of the inherited extraordinary spiritual roots. This old man can't figure it out either. However, since you have completed this palace's gate mission and have some connection with this palace, perhaps you could try practicing the techniques of each school and see which one suits you best. It should be the one that corresponds to your own."
“Well, the test is over. You go and stay in the front courtyard for now. Wait until all the new disciples have finished their testing and registration. We'll notify you when it's time to leave.” The elder surnamed Zhao didn’t want to waste any more time on Lu Xia Tian.
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A casual cultivator saw Lu Xia Tian's low-grade spiritual root and didn't even bother to raise an eyelid. With such aptitude, even if he was lucky enough to get into Lingxiao Palace, he wouldn't amount to anything in the future.
Lu Xiaoteng rubbed his nose and, following the instructions of a miscellaneous cultivator, came down from the attic to the small courtyard below. There were already twenty-five or six cultivators in the courtyard. The oldest was a fat old man dressed like a wealthy official, with late stage Qi Refining cultivation.
Guo Yun, who had previously been at odds with him, seemed to have run into several acquaintances and was chatting happily with other cultivators from the Wang Yue City families. Guo Yun left the attic without the oppressive feeling he had in front of the Qi Refining cultivators. Guo Yun once again revealed his true colors and sarcastically said to Lu Xia Tian, "Well, who was it before who dared to be so arrogant towards me Just an ordinary fellow who doesn't even know what kind of spiritual root he has. I wonder how he managed to get this far, it's truly pathetic."
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"What, you don't even know about spiritual roots" Several cultivators from other cultivation families burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Lu Xia Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity, but this was not a place for fighting. The ferocity vanished in a blink, and Lu Xia Tian seemed to have not heard Guo Yun saying anything. He found a corner and sat down by himself.
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>The courtyard is mainly composed of cultivators from the Xian Xiu families in Wang Yue City, with only a small number being scattered cultivators. People like Guo Yun, with the help of their family resources, find it easier than ordinary scattered cultivators to obtain the spiritual objects required in the immortal sect's missions.
Besides these old acquaintances who had gathered together, the scattered cultivators separated into small groups. The two sides were clearly distinct from each other.
The previous man with flushed cheeks had also finished registering and entered. Seeing Guo Yun acting arrogantly, he snorted coldly, but seeing that the other party outnumbered him, he didn't approach Lu Xia Tian this time either.
Having met by chance, Lu XiaTian naturally didn't expect the other party to share his animosity. He briefly glanced at the surrounding cultivators before closing his eyes to meditate. Having recently advanced to the sixth level of Qi Refinement, he had taken many pills these past two days. The inner barrier was filled with floating spiritual energy. He needed to quickly refine this energy and solidify his current cultivation.
After a week had passed, Lu Xiaoteng heard flattering words and couldn't help but open his eyes. He saw a strong young man dressed like a farmer, with a heavy rustic air, who was obsequiously handing out a fire spirit stone to the young cultivator who had previously helped them test their spiritual roots. "Big brother," he said, "this is a small token of my appreciation. Could I ask you for some information"
“What, you lot I entered the sect before all of you, and my cultivation surpasses most of you. My name is Wu, so call me Senior Brother Wu. One low-grade spirit stone to feed a useless bum” The miscellaneous task cultivator surnamed Wu scolded with a stern face.
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At that moment, the cultivators of the family burst into laughter, with Guo Yun and a young man surnamed Liu laughing the hardest.
The burly young man suddenly flushed, his originally dark face turning the color of pig liver. This burly young man was named Peng Dayu, a farmer by birth who had stumbled onto the path of cultivation. In the Wangu Mountain Range, he had narrowly escaped death several times, almost depleting all his spirit stones before finally collecting these spiritual objects with great difficulty. He now only had a few low-grade spirit stones left. He had just gritted his teeth and taken out one, only to be ridiculed. This filled him with shame and indignation. He didn't dare argue with the cultivator surnamed Wu, so he dejectedly retreated to the side.
“Brother Wu, my name is Guo Yun. Please accept this small gift.” Guo Yun took out ten low-grade spirit stones and handed them to the sturdy young man.
“Sounds good, sounds good.” Wu, the cultivator, eyes lit up. He thought to himself that people from his family were indeed different; they knew the rules and were generous with their actions. However, these spirit stones would only be enough to answer a few questions. If he really wanted him to do something, he would absolutely refuse.
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"When I came to sign up just now, there were four senior cultivators who had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage sitting on that balcony chatting and laughing. May I ask, Brother, who are these four seniors Are they someone we should be wary of Perhaps this way we can avoid any displeasures and remain respectful." Guo Yun asked with a smile. He had just been scolded by that old Zhao, although he didn't dare to argue, he was still shaken by the experience, so he paid extra attention to this matter.
Upon hearing Guo Yun's question, everyone else pricked up their ears. What Guo Yun wanted to ask was precisely what everyone else wanted to know.
The cultivators surnamed Wu had also gone through countless hardships to join Lingxiao Palace. Seeing the expressions of many disciples, he knew what they were thinking. Even Lu Xiaoteng pricked up his ears.
The Wu surname cultivator sneered, it was Guo Yun who took out the spirit stones, how could he let others know easily. So he leaned into Guo Yun's ear and whispered a few words.
"Thanks so much for reminding me, Brother Wu. I'm deeply grateful." Guo Yun said with a face full of emotion.
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"No need for that. Since you've offered spirit stones, it's only natural for me to give you a few pointers. Unlike some disciples who are stingy and wouldn't even think of paying, wanting everything for free! There's no such thing in this world." The cultivator surnamed Wu snorted and put away the spirit stone.'s whipping thunderwhip, plunged into it, slowed down as if wading through mud.“Help me out here, this combined form of the ancient Buddha and Mist Scale Beast is incredibly formidable!” Bao Wujie’s...