By swallowing the divine source, Wang Xu would be able to quickly break through to the fourth level, but he did not expect that there would be so many tricks in the third level.
The Holy Lord of the First Demon is determined. Regardless of whether his real purpose is to defeat or flatter him, Wang Xu will accept this favor.
Otherwise, even if he is the Holy Son, he will not be able to obtain three kilograms of divine source, unless Patriarch Wu Ge comes forward.
"Thank you, Mr. Luo, for your guidance. I decided to cultivate my magical powers first, and then increase my cultivation. I will sharpen my sword and chop wood." Wang Xu still has twenty years of development, since no one can find him in these twenty years.
If you are troublesome, there is no need to rush for a breakthrough. You should focus on practicing your magical powers.
Of course, when he first entered the Demonic Holy Land, he couldn't rush into seclusion. There was still some necessary social interaction.
On the Shengzi Peak, Wang Xu practiced for a month.
During this month, he selected young disciples to serve as his confidants while receiving visits from the elders and deacons of the Holy Land.
In the Holy Land of the First Demon, there are more than 3,000 inner sect elders, 100,000 outer sect elders, and countless deacons.
With so many people, it is of course impossible to meet them all, and there is not so much time to waste.
Most of the people who could be received by Wang Xu were senior elders from the inner sect or famous elders from the outer sect.
As for the third-level deacon, it is not enough to enter Wang Xu's vision. After all, according to the tradition of the Holy Land, the outer elders are only at the fourth level, which is the same level as the reserve saint son.
As the only holy son, Wang Xu would be of too low a standard if he focused on the deacon.
"Holy Son, this is the gift list we have received in the past month. Among them, most of the elders and deacons have sent congratulatory gifts. Even if some elders are in retreat, there are disciples who congratulate them on their behalf."
On the Saint Child Peak, Wang Xu was sitting in the main hall, looking at the gift list in his hand.
There are many treasures on the gift list, and the gifts sent by the major peak masters are the most precious, followed by the inner sect elders, then the outer sect elders, and the deacons are just a formality.
Of course, the so-called preciousness is also relative.
For example, the gifts sent by the major peak masters are all fourth-level elixirs, pseudo-5th-level magic weapons, or some inconspicuous but precious ores, spiritual herbs, precious medicines, and great elixirs.
Further down, the elders of the inner sect and the elders of the outer sect gave them third-level treasures. It couldn't be said how precious they were, it was just their wishes.
Wang Xu flipped through page after page. He couldn't use these treasures, but he could reward them to his subordinates.
Within a month, he had filled the quota of 108 followers in the Holy Palace.
Among them, some are the sons of elders, some are direct descendants of the peak master, some are geniuses from the inner sect, and a few are relatively high-ranking elites among the true disciples.
This is already the limit. True disciples are generally at the third level of cultivation, and some at the top are even at the fourth level, which is no weaker than those reserve saints.
These people, at worst, will be outer sect elders in the future. Even if he is the Holy Son, it is not enough to make these people bow their heads before he can bloom into glory.
"Check it up and record the elders who didn't give gifts. Peak Master will record it. Giving gifts is an attitude. See how many people are not satisfied with me sitting in this position." Wang Xu said lightly. He might not remember the person who gave the gift.
Live, but he will never forget someone who doesn’t give gifts.
That day in the Temple of the First Demon, those who were killed were only the former Holy Son’s loyal supporters, and secretly, there must have been supporters.
I just want to use today's events to sort things out. If I need to raise the butcher's knife in the future, I can also follow the list and sort them out.
"Among the thirty-six peaks, the masters of Jinxia Peak and Liehuo Peak did not send gifts. Among the elders, there are 134 people who did not send gifts, mainly from Jinxia Peak and Liehuo Peak."
After listening to the report of the people below, Wang Xu nodded silently.
The former Holy Son came from Jinxia Peak and was the heir of the Lord of Jinxia Peak. Among the seventy-three elders who lost their lives in the First Demon Palace, Jinxia Peak also accounted for the majority. It was understandable that Jinxia Peak did not give him a gift.
As for Liehuo Peak, unfortunately, the Taoist companion of the former Holy Son is the apple of the eye of the leader of Liehuo Peak, and is quite popular.
The appearance of Wang Xu caused Liehuofeng's future son-in-law to lose his position as the Holy Son and broke Liehuofeng's plan. Of course, he would not be welcomed.
"It's bad. I've been very busy these days. I don't know what happened to the girl I met during the test."
In Wang Xu's random thoughts, he suddenly thought of the girl who was hiding behind him and still persisted in climbing the Nine Thousand Heavenly Ladder.
"Mr. Luo, check to see if there is a girl named Yiyi among the new handyman disciples."
The girl named Yiyi could spot him at a glance in the crowd and had the perseverance to climb the nine thousand levels of the ladder. She seemed to be a good prospect.
Wang Xu's Shengzi Peak is now in a position to hire people. If that girl is really a talent, he wouldn't mind helping her.
"Holy Son, do you think he is this person?"
Mr. Luo quickly left and returned, using the water mirror technique to reveal the appearance of a young girl.
Wang Xu nodded slightly and asked, "How was her test score?"
"this"
Mr. Luo looked a little weird and whispered: "Her first two tests were perfect, but in the root bone test, it showed that she only had a first-level root bone! Logically speaking, she can't even be a handyman disciple, or...
Some elders thought she could climb the nine-thousand-story ladder to heaven, and they stayed because of her perseverance."
"how so?"
Wang Xulu was stunned for a moment. The division of root bones is based on the potential of the physical body. Doesn't the first-level root bone mean that there is only the first-level potential.
It shouldn't be. Yiyi's ability to catch his golden thighs in the crowd shows that this girl is very lucky.
For such a person, even Wang Xu would believe that she was a seventh-level root-bone, but it would be unbelievable for a first-level person.
"Could it be that Yiyi is just a very ordinary girl, and it's just a coincidence that she can seek asylum from me?"
Wang Xu secretly muttered that this might not be possible.
After thinking about it, he decided to go over and have a look. If Yiyi was really extraordinary, he would be able to hide it from his eyes.
"Mr. Luo, guard the Holy Palace. I'll go and come back."
Wang Xu left the main hall, soared into the sky, and headed straight for the handyman peak where the handyman disciples were.
The Holy Land of the First Demon is very large, dominated by the thirty-six peaks. The Handyman Peak is undoubtedly the end of the thirty-six peaks. To put it mildly, it is the starting point of the Holy Land of the First Demon. At worst, it is just a group of people doing odd jobs.
Sweeping the floor, cooking, cleaning toilets, fetching water, and doing laundry are all just like servants.
According to regulations, only between 2 a.m. and 7 a.m. can handyman disciples go to the peaks to clean.
Once the time has passed, the handyman disciples who remain in other peaks will be punished at least, or even beaten to death at worst.
Therefore, the handyman disciples are called disciples, but their status is not as good as that of pigs or dogs.
Their main time is spent serving the disciples above, and they have very little time for cultivation.
Unless the talent is really very good, or is appreciated by a big shot, the best outcome for a handyman disciple is to waste half his life, being at the eighth or ninth level of the Rebirth Realm, and going to a certain kingdom to be a guide.
Many more died on the road to success. This is the most humble and cruel corner of the entire Holy Land of the First Demon, and light has never enveloped this place.
"I am a high-ranking prince. Now, I am actually asked to get up at two o'clock in the morning every day to clean people's toilets. I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"
"Hey, I'm an immortal, I'm an immortal, I'm going to kill you all, kill them all"
"What should I do? There are so many chores every day that I have no time to practice. When can I reach the ninth level of the Reborn Realm and be promoted to an outer disciple?"
"We also have third-level root bones. How come disciples from a martial arts family can practice since childhood, and can be promoted to the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm before the age of twenty, and directly become an outer disciple. And I am also a third-level root bone, but because I am
Mortals who don't practice the exercises can only start as handyman disciples and lose at the starting line. I hate it!"
"Is the root bone really that important? Why does Sun Hao, who is also a handyman and has a fifth-level root bone, not have to work, but I have to wash people's clothes every day?"
"Everything about becoming an immortal is fake. I want to go home. I want to go back and be a young master. My family has thousands of acres of fertile land. I don't want to be a servant here!"
The first thing Wang Xu felt when he climbed up to the Miscellaneous Peak was resentment, as if this place was not one of the thirty-six peaks, but a mass grave filled with resentment.
The handyman disciples living here all have numbness, indifference, and resentment in their eyes, as if their souls have been sealed in the inner world, leaving only walking skins outside.
Only some disciples who were doing well or who came from poor backgrounds still had hope in their eyes, trying to rely on their own efforts to advance to the outer sect and soar to the sky.
Disciples who come from aristocratic families or well-to-do families are often unable to withstand the impact of ideals and reality, and become neither human nor ghosts.