All players: I can choose my own dungeon rewards.

After a while, Wang Zhifan found a shop that sold what he needed.

In fact, this shop is very conspicuous. It has a small banner hanging on it that reads "Spirit Root Talisman Paper on Sale", as if it is afraid that others may not know.

When Wang Zhifan walked outside the shop, he saw more than 20 people gathered inside. Most of them were elders and children. It was obvious that they were eliminated by the Immortal Sect and came to take the test on their own.

I saw a fat middle-aged man who looked like a shop owner introducing the customers in front of him:
"Everyone, this talisman is called the 'Spirit Test Talisman'. It is the same type used by the Immortal Sect to recruit disciples. You only need to place it on your forehead. If the talisman paper gets hot, you have spiritual roots. The higher the heat, the stronger the spiritual roots. Each piece can only be used once, and each piece only costs ten taels of gold."

"Ten taels of gold? You are a shady shop! How can a mere piece of talisman paper be sold for such a high price?"

Some customers' faces turned pale when they heard the price quoted, and they felt that the shop owner was treating them like fools.

However, the middle-aged man holding the spirit-testing talisman showed a disdainful smile on his face, as if he was looking at a bumpkin, shook his head and replied:

"Everyone, this is Tianyun Market! It is the territory of the immortal masters! The immortal masters don't care about common things like gold. They usually only accept spiritual stones that are much more valuable than gold!

If I hadn't known that you didn't have spirit stones and specifically allowed you to buy it with gold, how could you have bought this talisman? You can ask around, except for this shop, all other shops in the market only accept spirit stones!"

These people were stunned by the speech, but not all of them were bumpkins. Soon someone asked about the price with spirit stones and took out a small piece of white jade-like stone as currency.

Wang Zhifan stood on the outskirts of the crowd and looked around. He created ten taels of gold out of thin air in his hand, then went in and bought himself a spirit-detecting talisman, which he curiously stuck on his forehead.

As a result, he kept the talisman paper on for several seconds but did not feel much change in temperature, which showed that he did not have what was called spiritual roots in this world.

"I don't have any? Although I'm an outsider, I should have some with my physique. Could it be that this talisman paper has no effect on me?"

Concentrating his perception on the spirit-detecting talisman in his hand, Wang Zhifan felt that there was indeed no change in this thing just now, as if it had never been used. A reasonable explanation is that his physique is that of a saint, which is fundamentally different from that of ordinary people, and the spirit-detecting talisman has no effect on him.

"Forget it. I can't possibly become an immortal anyway, so it doesn't matter whether I have spiritual roots or not."

Wang Zhifan put away the spirit-testing talisman and thought so. He was not interested in thinking about such an insignificant matter for too long.

But it was different for the other people around him who also came to the shop to buy spirit-testing talismans. When these people spent a lot of money to test and found out that they or their children really had no spiritual roots, almost all of them had gloomy faces as if they had lost their parents.

"Alas, really not. My son has no destiny to become an immortal..."

"I don't believe it! There must be something wrong with this talisman paper! My child is definitely a genius in cultivating immortals!"

"The world is so unfair! Why don't I have any spiritual roots? I want to cultivate immortality! I want to cultivate immortality!"

……

The chaotic voices combined together made Wang Zhifan speechless. It can be seen that many people still find it difficult to accept the cold reality.

The shop owner saw this but still smiled and tried to persuade the many crying people:
"Everyone! There are so many people in this world who have no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate immortality, but aren't they all living well? Cultivating immortality is good, but the risks are also great! Many immortal cultivators died in accidents before reaching the age of mortals, so it is impossible to say for sure who is good and who is bad! If you really want to join the immortal sect, there is actually a way out without spiritual roots. You can go to the outer sect of the immortal sect and ask for a menial position, and you can still be considered a member of the immortal sect..."

As he spoke, the guy started to promote the odd jobs he was selling, attracting the attention of some customers.

Wang Zhifan naturally wouldn't pay attention to such things. He turned and left the shop, thinking about how to complete his plan and gain myth points.

"According to the experience of the previous instance, completing and opening up the immortal path of this world is probably a more reliable way. So how should we do it specifically? Should we establish a sect? It's not impossible, but I am like a transparent person in this world. I am afraid that no one will pay attention to me if I directly establish a sect. I have to earn some reputation for myself first."

After a brief thought, Wang Zhifan determined his interim goals. He would first build up his personal reputation, and then find ways to recruit disciples and create a new way of immortality. However, just thinking about it made him feel that it would be a long and time-consuming project. He felt overwhelmed and could not help but take out the hourglass in his pocket to take a look.

"The hourglass is still changing very slowly. I should have plenty of time, but I can't delay too much. Who knows when the sand in the hourglass will start to fall."

Thinking about this, he walked towards the outer gate of Tianyun Market, ready to go to Tianyun Immortal Sect to see for himself and learn more about this world.

Suddenly, a man with disheveled hair and shabby clothes was thrown harshly from a shop on the street to the road in front of him by two strong servants, as if they were throwing a dead dog.

"Boy! If you don't have enough spirit stones, don't come to our Xinxiang Pavilion! Do we think we are doing charity by refining pills? You want to buy a foundation-building pill with three spirit stones? Pah!"

An old man who looked like a shop owner came out and cursed loudly, then turned around and went back to the shop.

Wang Zhifan was immediately attracted by this scene. He looked at the poor man lying on the ground like a dead dog in front of him. Based on his breath, he judged that he was a cultivator in his thirties, but his level was very low, far inferior to the two foundation-building cultivators he had met before. Combined with the words that the old man from Xinxiang Pavilion scolded him just now, he estimated that he was a Qi Refining cultivator who was thrown out of the shop because he had too little money to buy the Foundation-Building Pill.

Originally, such things were commonplace in this world and were commonplace among the lower-level cultivators. They had nothing to do with Wang Zhifan, an outsider. But Wang Zhifan suddenly had an idea and thought of a feasible way to break the situation.

"With my ability, do I have to take the upper-level route of establishing a sect? It seems that sowing seeds and casting nets at the lower level is also a good choice? How about giving it a try?"

As soon as the fresh inspiration came, Wang Zhifan's figure disappeared silently on the street. Even if there were passers-by looking in that direction, they would not notice that a person suddenly disappeared out of thin air. After all, he had activated the ability of the hermit title to eliminate his presence.

The poor cultivator lying in front of the road had no idea that there was someone behind him. At this moment, he just felt very humiliated and unwilling.

"I, Wang Xiang, must build my foundation! If I don't have enough spirit stones, I'll go to the Black Mountain to kill monsters and sell monster pills! The worst that can happen is death!"

Gritting his teeth, he crawled up despite the whispers coming from the surrounding streets and walked out of the market in dejection.

But today was destined to be an unusual day for him. When he walked silently for a while with his dusty head down, before he left Tianyun Market, he suddenly found that the scene around him had changed. The streets and the crowd disappeared, leaving only a huge building in front of him.

"Dengxian Pavilion? Is there a place with this name in Tianyun Market? Could it be..."

Looking up and slowly reading the three big characters on the plaque in front of the pavilion, Wang Xiang, a low-level casual cultivator, immediately became suspicious in his heart. According to his usual reaction, he would definitely turn around and run away when encountering an emergency. After all, he was very weak and could not defeat many opponents. But today, looking at the tall pavilion in front of him, he inexplicably had an impulse, an impulse to step into it, because he vaguely felt that this was an opportunity given to him by God!

In the Dengxian Pavilion, Wang Zhifan, who had transformed into a white-bearded old man, was leaning back in a grandpa chair. Behind him stood a three-story-high cargo container, which looked quite visually impactful.

He had already activated the power of the Ring of Destiny on someone outside the pavilion, and was not worried at all that the other party might not come in to take a look.

Sure enough, just a few seconds later, Wang Xiang, a low-level cultivator with dust on his face and very old clothes, appeared outside the Ascension Pavilion and mustered up the courage to push the door open.

As the door creaked, he saw an old man with a white beard and a look of hermit lying on a chair with his eyes squinting. Behind him was a huge, colorful, three-story container that attracted his attention unconsciously.

Just as Wang Xiang was stunned, Wang Zhifan, who was disguised as an old man from the secluded world, slightly opened his eyes and said slowly:
"Young man, as long as you come here to ascend to immortality, this pavilion will surely satisfy your request... Tell me, what do you need?"

"me……"

When Wang Xiang heard this, he immediately shifted his gaze from the tall and shining container and looked at the hermit who was leaning on the chair without getting up. He stammered and didn't react. After all, the scene in front of him shocked him a lot and he was very excited.

"I want a foundation-building pill! Just one will do!"

Two seconds later, he calmed down a little and finally made his words clear.

"Hehe... you just want the Foundation Establishment Pill? I see this is your first time here, so I'll just consider it as a small greeting gift."

After hearing this, Wang Zhifan, who was sitting on the chair, raised his hand and waved it lightly. A small compartment in the huge container behind him opened automatically, and then a small red pill flew out of it and into Wang Xiang's hand.

"This pill is a special foundation-building pill made by our pavilion. It is a hundred times better than those counterfeit ones out there. After taking it, you can break through the foundation-building realm within a day. After you have established your foundation, remember to promote our pavilion more. You can enjoy a discount next time you come."

Seeing Wang Xiang opening his eyes wide and looking at the pill over and over again after getting it, Wang Zhifan immediately spoke to explain why the foundation-building pill he gave was different from the ones in the outside world. Then, without waiting for Wang Xiang to reply, he raised his hand and waved it, making him disappear in the Ascension Pavilion.

On the streets of Tianyunfang City, Wang Xiang, who had just experienced the strange process, appeared again. Everything around him remained the same, the only difference was that he had a magical pill in his hand.

"It's not an illusion! It's actually real! I want to build a foundation! I want to build a foundation!"

He, who had a dejected look on his face the previous second, suddenly showed an ecstatic look. He stuffed the pill in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it without hesitation, as if he was afraid that it would be snatched away by someone. As a burst of heat spread throughout his body, he became more and more certain that he had encountered a great opportunity. He quickly quickened his pace and rushed to an inn, ready to break through on the spot.

At the same time, Wang Zhifan was not paying attention to the situation of his first guest. He was entertaining the second guest, who was also specially selected by him. He was a rich young man who was eliminated by the Tianyun Immortal Sect because he had no spiritual roots and was not allowed to enter the immortal gate.

"My dear friend, why do you come to my Dengxian Pavilion?"

"I want spiritual roots! Only with spiritual roots can I cultivate immortality and become an immortal!"

At this time, a young man in brocade clothes came into the Dengxian Pavilion and spoke to Wang Zhifan, who looked like an old man with a white beard, with eager eyes.

"Spiritual roots? These are innate and cannot be forced."

But Wang Zhifan immediately shook his head, which made the young man in brocade clothes look disappointed.

"But the path to immortality does not require spiritual roots. I see that although you cannot become an immortal through Taoism, you can become an immortal through martial arts! Work hard at cultivation. When you encounter a bottleneck, my Ascension Pavilion will help you!"

After saying this, the young man disappeared in the Dengxian Pavilion and returned to the streets of Tianyunfang City.

"Becoming an immortal through martial arts? Just now... could it be that you met an immortal who gave you some guidance?"

The astonished young man suddenly returned to the street in a daze, and suddenly felt very magical. He inexplicably believed the words of the white-bearded old man in the Dengxian Pavilion, and planned to work hard in this direction in the next few days.

Beside him, a personal guard saw the sudden joy on his face and felt a little flustered. After all, this young master from the mortal world had just been rejected by the Tianyun Immortal Sect. He looked extremely depressed, and suddenly he became so happy. He might have something wrong.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Did you think of something good?"

The guard immediately asked with concern.

"Yes, I have decided that even if I don't have spiritual roots, I will cultivate immortality. I will practice martial arts and become an immortal in the future! What do you think?"

When the young man in brocade clothes heard this, he looked at his guards and replied happily.

"What? Become an immortal through martial arts?"

The guard was a little confused by this answer, and subconsciously thought that his boy was really shocked and his brain was broken, but he couldn't respond directly like this, so he immediately changed his mind and agreed:

"Master, you are truly a genius! You actually thought of such a creative method! I admire you!"

He planned to flatter his young master first, and then report the truth to his superiors when he returned to the clan. He did not take the young man's words seriously at all.

There is no way. In this world, there is no such thing as becoming immortal through martial arts. People who practice martial arts are all ordinary people. They can only show off their martial arts in places where there are no immortal practitioners. Once they meet an immortal practitioner, they will be crushed and beaten without the ability to fight back. People in the world never believe that they can become immortals through martial arts.

But the arrival of Wang Zhifan will quickly change this. Not only will he open up a new way to enter the immortal realm through martial arts in this world, he will also add many other new routes to make the immortal path in this world more colorful.

The Ascension Pavilion will gradually become a household name in this world, becoming a very special new force. At that time, it is bound to attract the covetousness and temptation of bigwigs from all sides. However, it doesn't matter to Wang Zhifan. He just needs to work hard to complete the plan and seek myth points. He doesn't need to care about the pressure from the outside world. (End of this chapter)