Late at night, the bright moon hangs alone in the sky. The surroundings are quiet, only the chirping of crickets occasionally breaks the silence.
Mu Yu looked around, and saw that many immortal masters were staying here all night and would not leave until tomorrow. It was very late now, and many immortal masters must have rested. There were also lights in a few rooms, so he needed to be careful to ensure that
In order not to be discovered by those immortal masters, he chose to take a long way around. As long as there was a tree, it was not difficult for him to climb over the wall.
There were faint voices in front of him. Mu Yu ducked and hid in a tree. He saw two young men walking over from a distance. The two young men were dressed in clothes that looked like they were undoubtedly gray disciples from the school.
"It's so terrible that we have to wait on you so late!" a young man complained.
"There is no way. The elder of the Jiuhua Sect is not low in status. We should serve him well. It would be nice if he accepts us as his followers when he is happy." Another young man said with hope.
"The elder has a weird temper. Yesterday, a senior brother accidentally splashed tea on him, and he was slapped away by his palm. I heard that now that senior brother has no possibility of cultivating immortality. His Dantian was damaged and he will never be able to do it for the rest of his life.
I can only become a gray disciple."
Thinking of this, the speaker couldn't help but shudder. They all say that being with a king is like being with a tiger. Disciples like them, who are at the lowest level in the world of cultivation, will not be able to save their lives if they are not careful. Gray disciples want to go up in the world of cultivation.
It's too hard to climb.
"Stop complaining. Most of the elders have weird tempers. We just need to ensure that everything is in order. No one can blame the senior brother for deserting while serving the elders." The other one still had hope and did not feel sorry for the senior brother who had the accident at all. On the contrary,
It is a matter of course that the man did not serve so that he could be beaten.
After the two people gradually walked away, Mu Yu jumped down from the tree. He looked at the backs of the two people with mixed feelings in his heart. Gray disciples are the lowest level of existence in the world of cultivation. Being insulted or beaten seems to be a big problem.
It's so commonplace that they don't even have any thoughts of resisting.
However, when I thought about it, even if they wanted to resist, there was nothing they could do. Immortal masters have extraordinary means. How could the gray disciples resist? If they collided with an elder, no one would care about them even if they killed him.
The two gray disciples looked to be over sixteen years old. Obviously they chose to stay, hoping to find an opportunity to be spotted by a certain sect elder and join a certain sect. Their persistence in cultivating immortals made them silently endure those high and mighty things.
The Immortal Master's servants may be trapped in the academy for the rest of their lives for that illusory opportunity, but they seem unwilling to give up, so they live a life of fear every day.
Mu Yu clenched his fists. He didn't want to be a gray disciple! He didn't want to grovel all his life! He must find a way to leave the school. But so far, he has no ability to change. The only thing that can make him feel better is probably to go to school again.
Test your own talent color. Whether you know it or not, at least prove that you are not less qualified than others.
There is no one on duty at the school at night, because no one dares to cause trouble here. There are some immortal masters here who are very capable. Only those who are impatient will break in. Mu Yu turned around a courtyard and relied on
The memory of the day found the place where I went to test the stone.
There was an iron gate in front, which was locked, but there was a small tree next to the wall. Muyu blended into the tree and easily climbed up the stone wall. Standing on the stone wall, he could vaguely see the piece where he tested his talent during the day.
The stone was lying not far away. Mu Yu was a little afraid of heights. He didn't dare to jump down. He could only grab the top of the wall with his hands and slowly lean down. Then he let go and fell down, falling heavily to the ground.
Mu Yu climbed up, dusted off his body, hid in the shadows and looked around to make sure no one was there, then tiptoed toward the stone.
The gray and ugly stone shows a strange halo of color under the moonlight, which looks a bit weird. It only attracts attention once a year, and after that, it will be an ordinary stone here that is blown by the wind and rain for the whole year.
, only the gray disciples will occasionally come to clean it.
Mu Yu thinks that such a treasure should be collected. After all, this is a treasure used to screen the talents of disciples. It would be bad if it was damaged. But this stone is so big, twice the size of Mu Yu, it must be moved
It's quite troublesome to move around.
In fact, this stone needs to absorb the aura and essence of heaven and earth. Under the baptism of the sun and moon, it can maintain its spirituality better. This is why those in the academy do not put it away. Mu Yu does not understand the world of cultivation at all.
In some cases, he grew up in a village, so how would he know this?
Mu Yu looked at this stone, the stone that determined his identity and destiny during the day. If he hadn't been scrupulous during the day, it would have rated him a higher talent level, right? If he had also been rated as cyan or green by the stone.
If it is green, then my destiny should be different at this moment. Maybe I will enter a good sect and won't fall into a situation where no one wants me.
But what’s the use of measuring it?
Mu Yu suddenly hesitated, so what if his talent was tested to be cyan? No one here saw it, and no one knew it. Even if the stone shined during the test, it would be useless. Because no one could prove it, who would
He wouldn't go out of his way to see his talent appraisal results. If he went to tell others that his true talent was not gray, I'm afraid no one would believe him and would just treat him as a joke.
When the test was conducted in the village, the immortal masters didn't pay special attention to it. His talent must have been average, so why should he humiliate himself?
However, due to giving up halfway during the day, the stone did not show the color it should have at all, which made Muyu very unwilling. Sometimes things are like this, one thing can obviously be done better, but it was messed up due to some accidents and failed to perform.
It is very uncomfortable to have your true abilities labeled as something that is not worthy of the name.
Even if his talent is not enough to attract the attention of the immortal master, he should at least have a red or orange reaction. He just wants to understand all this, and does not want to become a gray disciple in a daze and be trampled on by others all his life.
He calmed down his mood, and then slowly put his hand on the gray stone. He thought about it, no matter what color it is, as long as it is better than gray, then he will have a certain knowledge in his heart, and he will not
Lost hope for the future.
When his hand touched the stone, it was not cold, but had a slight temperature. The familiar warm current came from the stone again and flowed through all the meridians of his body. Control of his body was once again taken away, but with
At the same time, his five senses became extremely sharp. He saw the sleeping grass suddenly shake the dewdrops on its leaves, the branches and leaves swaying, and the roots continued to grow. Mu Yu also noticed that the flower buds that were supposed to bloom in the morning did not.
At this moment, it trembled and began to shake the petals, as if to echo Mu Yu, it began to open.