Bai Mo also followed the others to the entrance trial site of Qixuanmen, a steep slope outside the Feixia Mountains.
Originally, he planned to leave the night before, find an honest sect to take him in, and then wait for a hundred or two hundred years to restore his cultivation to the point where he is invincible in this world.
Join an ordinary sect in an ordinary way, live an ordinary life for a hundred or two hundred years, and practice every day as if you were checking in.
There are no waves, no storms, no fighting, and no need to fight for resources.
With his former Taoist cultivation, there will be no bottlenecks in his ability to re-cultivate to the realm of divine transformation, which is the pinnacle of the mortal world.
But in the end, Bai Mo still didn't choose this route.
Because he saw an interesting person.
That was the boy who begged Doctor Mo yesterday to leave with his "brother", Han Yu.
Han Yu is surrounded by a lot of luck, and he is treated like a son of the plane.
Although there is basically no related inheritance knowledge in the mortal world or even most of the spiritual world, in the Daochen Immortal World, there are systematic records and inheritance of spells and methods related to luck.
Everyone has luck, which is an existence that cannot be sensed by naked eyes or spiritual thoughts. Only monks at the level of true immortals can barely detect and control luck through special methods of practicing eye luck and magic.
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According to the theory of Daochen Xianjie, a person's luck is divided into internal luck and external luck. Both of them essentially describe one's ability to influence the world.
Among them, internal luck is highly related to cultivation, because it represents the influence that one can actively control on the world.
The high-level monk punched him and the sky collapsed.
When a mortal punches down, there will be a mark on the ground.
This is influence that can be actively controlled by the owner.
Sinotrans is an intangible influence that cannot be actively controlled by the owner.
For example, every time you go on an expedition to hunt for treasure, in the end all your competitors will die inexplicably, leaving only the lucky ones to return home with the treasure.
Han Yu's own internal luck is not worth mentioning, but his external luck is extremely strong. If you go with him, if you are an enemy, you will have all kinds of bad luck, if you are a friend, you will have all kinds of luck.
Moreover, even Han Yu himself couldn't control this kind of thing. He could only passively endure it all.
Bai Mo didn't want to take advantage of the other person's good luck to gain something for himself.
The main reason was that he seemed to smell the scent of an acquaintance in Han Yu's foreign luck, and wanted to follow it to confirm whose handiwork it was.
Many times, if the external luck of ordinary monks in the Daochen Immortal Realm is too outstanding and far exceeds the internal luck, it is actually not a very happy thing, because it most likely just means that it has been clearly arranged by a certain big shot...
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"Everyone, listen up!" A hoarse voice like a drake sounded from the side of the steep slope, interrupting Bai Mo's meditation.
"Your assessment task is to reach the top of the cliff before noon."
"Climbing a mountain?" Bai Mo looked up and glanced up.
After these two days of sorting out, he has now recovered to a strength equivalent to the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining. For him, this kind of mountain climbing activity that tests the willpower of a child is just a question of how far it will go.
"Okay, everyone passed." After a while, when others were still thinking about which route to take up the mountain, the examiner with a drake voice suddenly shouted.
"???"
"What's going on?"
In the entry test, under Mr. Mo’s explicit instructions, all the members passed the test without even going through the cutscenes, without even having to perform.
Then everyone was naturally assigned to each other's sect.
Doctor Mo seemed to have other plans for them.
"You have one year." He swept his gray beard and said slowly.
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"I have a set of formulas. In this year, if anyone can practice this formula to the fourth level, he can become my disciple. If you can't practice it, you can go to the Foreign Affairs Hall and become a handyman disciple."
Doctor Mo took out a book and placed it in front of everyone.
It's a pity that few of these refugee teenagers are literate, and they are blind when looking at them, let alone practicing. Their expressions are uglier than crying.
Among the nine people, except for Bai Mo, only one could read. If the others wanted to practice, they had to learn it first.
Mr. Mo glanced at everyone's expressions and thought of this, so he said: "There is a place in the sect to teach everyone how to read. You will also be treated as inner sect disciples during this year, and you don't need any money."
"Also, this formula is not allowed to be spread to outsiders. Anyone who spreads it will die."
His tone was very calm, as if he had just crushed an ant to death.
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"Five Elements Jue..."
Bai Mo only read it once and then wrote down the entire content of the book. He found that it was a popular technique in the world of cultivating immortals.
"He is looking for someone with spiritual roots who can cultivate immortality?"
"But with my body's energy and blood being overdrawn like this, I don't have many years to live. What can I do if I find someone with spiritual roots?"
Although Doctor Mo looks old, only Bai Mo knows that the doctor's actual age is less than forty. The reason why he became like this is due to a lack of energy and blood for some reason.
"Is it possible that you still want to use your mortal body to seize the body of someone who cultivates immortality?"
Bai Mo himself is the one who seizes the body for his remaining soul. Faced with this situation, his first reaction is to seize the body.
But for a mortal to seize the body of a person who is in the Qi-refining stage to become an immortal, the success rate is very slim.
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After Old Man Mo handed over the Five Elements Jue to the nine of them, he never took care of them again. He even ignored their respective cultivation progress.
There is only a calendar to remind the teenagers how much time they have left.
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"Six months have passed since the one-year deadline...I am still only on the first floor. Without Mr. Mo's care, life with my sister will be much more difficult in the future."
Whenever Han Yu is upset, he will habitually wander around the back of Qixuanmen.
When he came to Qixuanmen with his disguised sister, he rarely lived a peaceful life for half a year.
With Doctor Mo's care, they have always enjoyed the benefits of inner disciples.
After getting to know each other during this period of time, he knew very well that the handymen at the outer gate of the Qixuan Sect had to do at least five or six hours of chores a day, and their pay was very low.
Compared with now, where you only have to eat and drink enough and don’t have to do anything but just focus on practicing, it will definitely be a day and a day.
"I don't want to lose my current life!"
Han Yu burst into unknown anger and kicked a stone-like thing on the ground with his feet to vent his anger.
But with this kick, he found that he seemed to have hit an iron plate. The pain caused him to sit on the ground and keep covering his red toes.
"What is this?"
After the pain slowly subsided, he finally turned around to see the culprit.