sjar Chapter 269 Master Lan Xuan Accepts a Disciple
Chapter 269 Master Lan Xuan Accepts a Disciple
Thirty-four thousand miles south of Danhua, there is an island called Qianqi, which is the fourth largest island under the Qingchi Sect.
There is only one country on the island, with the same name as the island. It was established by the Jiang family and has lasted for six hundred years.
Two Taoist priests, one middle-aged and one young, came to the island from the north shore. After months of traveling, their robes were not stained with a trace of dust.
However, the lynx's size and skills were much inferior to those of the fish monster. It had been shaking all the way with its front hooves clinging to the fish's tail, and was already exhausted.
Chen Yu shook his head, stretched out his hand and sent a stream of spiritual power into his body.
Then he turned around and pointed, and saw a round and transparent cover rising from the lake.
The fish monster was dozens of feet long and flew straight up into the air. The closer it got to the water droplets, the smaller it became, and finally turned into a black dot.
The round bead is half water and half spiritual energy. It is about a foot in diameter, like a bright moon hanging behind your head.
Wang Chonglin saw the dreamlike changes in front of him and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brother Chen is really like a god."
The saying "a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru" is nothing more than this.
The two came here from Danhua, passing hundreds of islands of various sizes on the way.
I was amazed when I first saw this method, but now I am numb to it.
I knew this Taoist brother had a secret, but I didn't realize that just showing him a trick would break his cognition.
The storage bag on Wang Chonglin’s body was equally magical, but it was simply made of the fur of the soul-eating rat.
The Soul-Eating Rat's storage space is a gift from God, and it cannot control this power itself.
Space is one of the great powers of heaven and earth, and even cultivators who have established their foundation cannot glimpse even a tiny bit of its mysteries.
A storage magic weapon is so easy to use. It seems that as his strength grows, Chen Yu is no longer shy about his true level of cultivation.
The territory of Qianqi State was vast, stretching over ten thousand miles from east to west and from north to south.
Having been protected by the immortal sect for a long time, the island is prosperous and there is no trace of demons.
But there are only two or three spiritual beasts, which is not enough.
Wang Chonglin chose to sweep across the area of thousands of miles in a straight line and in a roundabout way. Although it took a long time, nothing was missed.
In the leeward bay in the southwest of the island, there is a fishing village with more than a hundred households.
Two monks with slightly strange appearances appeared here and immediately attracted the attention of the fishermen.
The main reason was that Chen Yu was riding on this monster that looked like a cat but not a cat, and a tiger but not a tiger, which really stood out in the crowd.
Although the place is remote, the villagers are not isolated from the world.
Every five years, the town would send someone to notify families with children of school-age.
Those who are willing to follow the team organized by the town to the county town will of course have to take care of their own food and accommodation.
Any parent with a bit of sense would borrow money to take their children to the Ascension Conference.
After all, if one person succeeds, everyone around him will benefit, and great wealth will be within reach.
Therefore, most of the older people have experienced the charm of the immortal master.
However, there are not many cultivators like Wang Chonglin who can fly swords. After all, the spiritual power of Qi-refining cultivators is low, and they may have to bring a few children with them when they go back.
The disciples sent to select the immortal seedlings all rode on the sect’s flying spirit beasts.
Chen Yu made the lynx smaller in size so that it would not look as ferocious as an iron tower.
The appearance is still ferocious, but not enough to scare people away.
The two men came to a large flat area in the middle of the village, and soon a respected elder came forward to greet them.
The adults scolded the children not to watch, so as to avoid being rude and offending the immortal master.
A group of children hid beside the house, covering their faces, wanting to see but also being afraid to do so.
Occasionally, when he met the lynx's dark green eyes, he would lower his head and quickly dodge.
The old man was about seventy years old and most of his hair was white.
They bowed down upon seeing the Immortal Master, and the two did not take it too seriously.
Although he looked like half of his body was buried in the ground, he was younger than all of them and naturally deserved this gift.
Just now, Wang Chonglin used his spiritual sense to scan the area within a radius of dozens of miles, and suddenly he saw a bright spiritual light here.
Judging from past experience, the spiritual root must be at least six inches and a half.
They are all upright people from the Xuanmen sect, so naturally they would not sneak into someone's home in a sneaky way.
After the ceremony, the old man stood up tremblingly:
"I dare to ask what you have to do for me, Master Immortal, since you have come to my humble abode. Please tell me what you want me to do for you."
“It’s not really an assignment. I’m an elder of Lingxu Sect. Seeing the talented people and beautiful scenery here, I wanted to take in a disciple.
Please ask this, uh, village elder to gather all the children in the village."
The other party did not suspect anything. After all, the immortal sect had been protecting them for a long time, and they had never heard of any evil cultivators causing trouble.
As for what kind of elder the Immortal Master was in the Lingxu Sect, he, a country bumpkin, couldn't understand it.
The old man had a high reputation in the village, and soon he gathered all the men, women and children in the village.
Wang Chonglin recognized his future apprentice at a glance. He was a child who looked only six or seven years old.
He was led by a woman and fell behind a middle-aged man.
The woman and the man were each holding someone in their arms, who should be his younger brother or sister.
Because of its strong spiritual roots, it stands out like a candle flame in fluorescence under the reflection of divine consciousness.
Wang Chonglin glanced around again and pointed at the child: "Come forward."
He used his spiritual sense to look at it inside and out, and then exclaimed: "Excellent, excellent!"
Judging from his clear eyes, at least he has a good nature.
As for his Tao heart, he is still young and needs to be cultivated.
As a foundation-building cultivator, he had plenty of means to examine and correct his character.
The most important thing is his seven-inch and six-point spiritual roots, which are higher than his talent as a master, so he has great hope of building a foundation.
The children's parents also followed, just a few steps behind, looking at their children eagerly.
Seeing the reaction of the Immortal Master, I finally felt relieved.
His father answered for him, "The boy's surname is Zhang, and he has not yet been given a real name. People usually call him Pike'er.
Now that I have been favored by the Immortal Master, I beg him to give me a name."
Wang Chonglin twirled his beard and pondered for a while: "My Lingxu Sect inherited Dao Qingxuan, and today we are accepting a disciple by the big lake. I wonder what the name should be Zhang Xuanji?"
"Thank you, Master, for the name." His parents were overjoyed when they heard this and pulled their son to kowtow.
Not to mention Zhang Xuanji, if he could get such an immortal fate, he would be willing to be called Goudan.
Wang Chonglin used his spiritual energy to block Zhang Xuanji's parents: "You don't have to do this, just ask him to pay homage to me as his disciple."
After saying this, he accepted three kowtows and nine bows from his new disciple, which was a very grand ceremony.
Normally, when the foundation-building elder receives the true teachings, a ceremony should be held in the sect, but we can discuss this after we return.
Master Lan Xuan was also very generous to his new disciple and immediately took out a first-grade mid-quality magical weapon.
This magic weapon is the size of a palm and should be made from the back carapace of a Qi-refining monster such as a spirit turtle.
It’s not that he was reluctant to take out a higher-level magic weapon, but that he couldn’t use it now.
For a long time after Zhang Xuanji first entered the Qi Refining stage, first-grade intermediate-quality magic weapons were the best he could wield.
Since fellow Taoist accepted such a good disciple, Chen Yu could not help but express his gratitude.
He made a gesture with his fingertips, and it turned into a green light that flew into Zhang Xuanji's brow.
It turned out that a highly condensed and vibrant spiritual power was sealed using the Nascent Soul magic.
Unlike the original command that gave the demon monkey a leap into the foundation-building stage, this spiritual power was not a forced one.
It is now dormant in the boy's body, and will gradually be released as he practices.
"I don't have any suitable treasure to give you, but with this finger, I can guarantee that you will enter the foundation-building stage."
A spiritual root of seven inches and six points is indeed good, and many Jindan cultivators in large sects only have this qualification.
If he can rise up with the help of the wind one day, he may be able to achieve the golden elixir.
When Wang Chonglin heard this, his pupils shrank, but there was not much surprise on his face.
As for Zhang Xuanji's family, he has already informed the disciples in the sect, and someone will naturally make arrangements for them.
In the future, when his cultivation has improved and he has the ability to protect himself, he can naturally come back to see them at any time.
However, the path to immortality is bumpy, and by then the interest will probably fade away.