Eternal Tranquility

At this time, in the side hall, the master of the Eight Peaks and the leader Li Zhenren were both present.

"Bai Ningshuang naturally wants to enter Tianxing Peak. Such a good qualification would be wasted if you don't come to Tianxing Peak!" the master of Tianxing Peak stood up and said.

The leader of Moxie Peak sneered: "It seems that I, Moxie Peak, came first in the last competition, so my peak should choose the person first."

The Master of Mingyue Pavilion disagreed: "Bai Ningshuang should naturally enter Mingyue Pavilion. Only Mingyue Pavilion has the most suitable exercises for women!"

"Obviously, my Lingxi stream is the most suitable. Bai Ningshuang has a single water spiritual root, so it is most suitable for me to practice the water-based skills of my Lingxi stream."

Some people were so angry that they were blushing and their necks were thick, while others were sitting alone and silently lost in thought. The peak master of Zhulin Mountain is a big man with a fierce look. He is frowning and thinking carefully, thinking of the message his master Mingyangzi gave him, asking him to accept a new disciple named Liu Qinghuan. He had carefully explored that young man in secret before, and his spiritual roots and root quality could only be regarded as ordinary. He didn't understand why Ming Yangzi named him.

However, the master has orders, and the apprentice has to obey. He is now thinking about how to get this disciple over without leaving any trace.

I heard that the quarrel over there had gone through a stage, and in the end the master of Lingxi Stream won. Although each peak competes for qualified disciples, they will still give the best path to immortality based on the other's situation.

The master of Zhulin Mountain suddenly yawned and stood up: "You guys are still done! Call the new disciples in and finish the selection. I don't care, I only have a dozen places in Zhulin Mountain this time. , I’m too lazy to sit here with you for a few hours, I want to choose first!”

Seeing that the others were about to open their mouths to refute, he raised his long eyebrows and glared, his originally vicious face became even more fierce: "I don't want the top ones either. I will choose whatever range you give me, three white lines." One disciple from the second path, five from the first path, and ten from the first path!”

Master Li Zhenren finally spoke: "Then let Junior Brother Zuo choose first." As soon as he said this, no one else had any objections.

Liu Qinghuan followed the others into the side hall and stood with the new disciples with three white lines. Standing at the front was the girl named Bai Ningshuang. Then they saw a peak master with a few bamboo leaves embroidered on the hem of his mysterious clothes walking down, his eyes quickly scanning them.

After looking around, the peak master quickly pointed to the crowd: "You, you, you, and you, come here." Seventeen people were selected in a row.

Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would be chosen so quickly, so he walked forward calmly. But I heard a peak master in the audience say: "Senior Brother Zuo, did you choose one more person?"

The Master of Bamboo Forest Mountain frowned: "Why, a disciple without white lines won't let me have another disciple? Otherwise, you can complain to my master Mingyangzi!"

The person who spoke choked up and almost became angry: Isn't it great that you have a backstage? Then he looked at the leader Li Zhenren.

Master Li stroked his eyebrows helplessly: "Okay, there have been few disciples in Zhulin Mountain for so many years. If you have one more, just one more. However, Junior Brother Zuo will take out a few jars of the bamboo marrow wine you brewed for everyone to taste. Just taste it.”

Zhulin Mountain's bamboo marrow wine is brewed from chalcedony bamboo cores that are more than a hundred years old. It is elegant and refreshing, but extremely difficult to brew. It is a rare spiritual wine unique to Zhulin Mountain.

When they heard that there was a spirit wine to be taken, the others stopped talking. Only the building owner of Siyuan Tower shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Zuo, can this disciple with three white lines give up to me in Siyuan Tower?"

The owner of Zhulin Mountain was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look at Liu Qinghuan again. He was surprised in his heart, is there anything different about this disciple? How come the master designated him, and even the people from Siyuan Tower came to snatch him.

He made a puzzled expression: "Why is this? I think this disciple's qualifications are mediocre, how can Senior Brother Qu still fight with me?"

Siyuan's host said calmly: "It's nothing. My disciple Yan Zhengfeng was also on this trip to Haoyuan City. He came back and told me that he liked this little guy very much and begged me to take him in."

As soon as this was said, no one believed it. All the people present here turned their attention to Liu Qinghuan and looked him up and down.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly felt a huge pressure, and the golden elixir monk's eyes carried a faint pressure, making the sweat on his forehead continue to fall. He lowered his head and was thinking about what the monk named Yan Jiji said.

"Well, this boy's spiritual consciousness is quite strong, and he is a good seedling." The master of Yiye Guan said thoughtfully.

"Hey, it's actually a growth-type spiritual root!" Someone finally discovered it. Liu Qinghuan felt a chill in his dantian, and the image of his spiritual root floated in mid-air in front of him.

Everyone was astonished. It was similar to what Yan Zhengfeng said at the time. They all said that growth-type spiritual roots cannot be developed until at least the transformation into a god. When one reaches the stage of spiritual transformation, spiritual roots are not that important anymore. In short, they are useless.

In the end, the owner of Zhulin Mountain successfully accepted Liu Qinghuan without the strong will of the owner of Siyuan Hall. Seventeen people followed him out of the hall, and a young man waiting outside the hall who was on the ninth level of qi training came up to him and bowed respectfully: "Mountain Master!"

The Lord of the Bamboo Forest Mountain nodded: "Take these new disciples to get started." After saying that, he glanced at everyone, raised his hand, waved a green bamboo and flew away.

Liu Qinghuan's expression changed slightly. The mountain master's glance just now fell directly on him.

"Junior brothers and sisters, I am Zhuo Haiping, responsible for the guidance of our new disciples in Zhulin Mountain this time." The young man smiled and said to everyone: "Junior brothers, can you introduce yourselves?"

Everyone looks at me and I look at you, they are all a little shy. Liu Qinghuan stepped forward and bowed his hands: "Senior brother, my name is Liu Qinghuan."

"Well, you are this year's disciple with three white lines. I heard that you have a growth-type spiritual root?" Zhuo Haiping asked.

Liu Qinghuan sneered: "It's just a useless spiritual root. Senior brother is laughing at it."

A young man with a monkey spirit jumped out and said: "Hello, Senior Brother Zhuo, my name is Lin Guang, and I have the spiritual roots of the three elements of wood, water, and gold."

Liu Qinghuan chuckled to himself. This monkey boy seemed to dislike Zhulin Mountain at that time, but he didn't expect to turn around and join Zhulin Mountain.

Zhuo Haiping smiled and nodded. Starting from him, everyone came forward one by one to introduce themselves. At this glance, I discovered that everyone has wood spirit roots.

The last one was the fat black boy, who said with a naive smile: "My name is Bai Fengming, hehe."

"You look so dark, and your surname is Bai, haha." An eighty-nine-year-old disciple said this directly and heartily, which made the others laugh, and Bai Fengming also laughed: "My family is a farmer in the countryside, and we go to the fields every day. Just tanned, hehe.”

"Then why did you go to the Immortal Ascension Conference?" someone asked curiously.

Bai Fengming scratched his head: "That year, an old man with a white beard came to our village. When he saw me, he insisted that I had that... oh spiritual root, which could cultivate me into a god. He wanted to accept me as his disciple. I refused, but my parents I thought it was good to be a god, so I went with him. Unexpectedly, the old man got into a fight with someone on the road and died suddenly. I couldn't find the way home, so I followed the road. When I arrived in a big city, I saw many people gathering together and queuing up, so I followed suit..."

After finishing this call, everyone looked at him: What kind of bad luck is this! He actually entered the Wenshi Sect, the great sect of cultivating immortals, in this way. The monks in Haoyuan City who fought hard to get into the sect are going to cry!

"Then why didn't you get a single white streak in the trial?" someone asked again.