Uncle Ding, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the square, closing his eyes and concentrating, suddenly stood up and looked around.
That gaze seemed to have a chilling light, and immediately, the chatter and laughter stopped abruptly.
"First of all, let me inform you!
I, Baiyun Sect, recruit miscellaneous disciples once every twelve years for the upcoming ‘Seed Trial’.
The monks who signed up finally got a spot as a handyman disciple and must unconditionally participate in the 'Seed Trial'.
As long as you obtain enough elixirs in the 'Seed Trial', you can be rewarded with Foundation Building Pills. There will be special rules for redemption, so you don't need to worry.
The number of places selected this time is still thirty!
Registration is as before, there is no threshold, as long as you think you are strong enough to participate, you can participate.
Next, monks who want to register can do so, and the registration deadline is today!"
Uncle Ding, a cold voice sounded in the Baiyun City Square. Although the voice was not loud, every monk could hear it clearly.
At this time, a senior brother standing behind Master Ding took two steps forward, patted a storage bag, and dropped a black wooden box in the center of the square. The wooden box seemed to be made of some kind of precious spiritual wood.
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Cheng Buzheng looked at it carefully and saw that this black wooden box was not simply made of spiritual wood. There were faint spiritual patterns on the black wooden box. He knew that the black wooden box must be something special.
of magic weapon.
Then, the senior brother placed the black box on the ground, and the square became lively again. The monks who knew each other were talking about each other. However, Senior Uncle Ding, who was wearing a black robe, ignored it and sat down cross-legged again.
, close your eyes and rest your mind.
"Hey... If I don't participate this time, I won't have the chance in the future. I'm in my thirties this year. In twelve years, I'll be in my forties. By then, I won't have the chance to step in.
Entering the realm that I have dreamed of for a long time." A middle-aged man sighed quietly.
"Yes! After the age of forty, the chance of establishing a foundation drops sharply, and there is basically no chance of entering the foundation building stage again."
The monk, who is also middle-aged, agrees with it.
"It's not that there is no chance. As long as there is a powerful person who infuses spiritual energy personally, or you are lucky enough to get a heaven-defying elixir, you can also enter the foundation building stage."
"Even for sect monks, only disciples with excellent spiritual roots have the opportunity to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill. Ordinary disciples do not have the Foundation Establishment Pill. They must either take a risk or, like us now, participate in the 'Seed Trial' to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill."
Kidan.”
"The Foundation Establishment Pill is so precious, and it's extremely difficult to obtain one."
Not far from Cheng Buzheng, he saw a father and son saying goodbye to each other.
"Xiao Ke... From now on, you will venture into the world of immortality alone! You must be careful and do not trust strange monks. Even familiar monks must remain cautious.
It’s time for dad to fight hard for the road. If he didn’t participate in the past, he just doesn’t trust you.
Now that you have grown up, I am completely relieved!"
The tall man with a simple face said seriously to the ordinary-looking young man next to him.
The boy with an ordinary face had tears in his eyes. He opened his mouth and shouted, "Dad..."
The big man with a simple and honest face touched the back of his son's head and spoke slowly to comfort him.
"Dad, there is only a half chance of being selected when participating in the selection, and a half chance of not being selected. Even if you participate in the 'Seed Trial', there is a half chance of coming out safely."
After hearing this, the boy with an ordinary face whispered silently, "That is half the danger. Dad... how about we go home and not participate in the selection!"
"The half of the danger is also divided into two types. The half is seriously injured, but you can also get a place as a handyman disciple of Baiyun Sect. There will be more tasks to obtain spiritual stones in the future, and there is no need to take risks to hunt monsters.
Already."
"What about the other half!"
"There is a half chance that it hasn't come out yet. I can only say that this is what your father's fate is!"
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Hear the words.
Cheng Bizheng took a deep look at the touching scene of [father's kindness and son's filial piety] in the world of immortality, and then silently turned around and left.
"The world of cultivating immortals is so cruel. You have to fight for any resources by yourself. You have to use your own life as a bet every time to gain a chance."
He didn't stay any longer. He just signed up today and didn't officially start the selection, so he didn't feel nostalgic at all.
After leaving Baiyun City, I walked a certain distance and saw no trace of anyone nearby.
A yellow spiritual light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, Cheng Buzheng disappeared.
A yellow spiritual light six feet below the ground quickly rushed towards the direction of the sect.
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Baiyunmen, alchemy room.
Cheng Buzheng walked to the underground fire room unknowingly and looked at the underground fire room not far away, which was like a huge black box. On the open door and on the plaque on the door, there were three black and gold characters "Earth Fire Room" engraved on it.
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Cheng Buzheng didn't stop and strode directly to the underground fire room.
The furnishings in the rather spacious hall are monotonous and simple, and the surrounding walls are dark, as if the entire underground fire chamber is made of obsidian.
In the hall, there is only a long counter on the east side, and the rest of the place is empty.
Sitting at the counter was an old man wearing a gray robe with a serious face, who was concentrating on reading a thread-bound book. He was a senior fellow who was in the late stages of Qi training.
The senior brother didn't notice at all that someone entered the hall. This was an incredible thing for the monks. It can also be seen how concentrated the senior brother was at this time.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng touched his nose and walked forward to the counter.
"Senior brother, is there any free alchemy room now?"
Upon hearing this, the old man with a serious face casually closed the book and placed it on the counter below.
Afterwards, senior fellow apprentice looked at Cheng Buzheng angrily and said he was not in a good mood.
"Little guy...do you know...that people are scary, scary to death?"
See this.
Cheng Buzheng didn't refute. He didn't want to cause any trouble, nor did he want to offend a senior who was in the late stage of Qi training.
He didn't hesitate and quickly bowed his hands.
"Senior brother, next time...I will definitely pay attention!"
On the surface, Cheng Buzheng maintained a respectful and polite expression, but he was muttering in his heart.
"...The old guy's face...is not that thick."
At the same time, he was quite curious as to what kind of book it was that made his senior fellow apprentice look so fascinated that even the caution a monk should have had completely forgotten.
Maybe it was because the sect was so safe that he forgot about the vigilance a monk should have.
At the same time, he secretly warned himself that no matter what time, he should never forget the vigilance a monk should have.