Immortal of Eternal Life and Endless Ages

Chapter 137 Dao Palace Attention, Dao Vein Selection (Subscribe for monthly tickets)

Wow!
The test site was crowded with people.

Tens of thousands of monks stared at Fang Sheng closely.

To be more precise, he was staring at the rusty iron stele in front of him.

The scales symbolizing the rhyme of spiritual roots are lighting up one after another.

"This speed is obviously faster than the previous lower spiritual root."

"At least he's a middle-level spiritual root!"

Compared to others.

On the high platform.

Many Taoist foundation builders knew Fang Sheng’s background and had higher expectations for him.

Suddenly someone mentioned:
"Could it be a Dan-Jie immortal seed of the upper spiritual root?"

Hear this.

Many people subconsciously looked towards the center of the platform.

Sitting there was a middle-aged man with a square face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a gentle smile on the corners of his mouth.

It's like a spring breeze blowing on your face, which makes you feel good.

He looked at Fang Sheng in the audience with kindness in his eyes.

This person is the current Palace Master of Qianhuo Dao Palace——

Thousand chapters of real people!

Seeing that his palace master had a smile on his face.

The people who were building the foundation were all shocked, as they already knew the answer.

among the crowd.

Feng Yun gently withdrew his gaze, and then looked at the child who was being tested below.

I have lost hope.

At this moment, her black hair was as black as ink, like a galaxy pouring down, leisurely hanging down to her waist, and fluttering in the wind against her plain Taoist robe.

Over the past few years, her temperament has changed.

He was getting closer to his master, but he was not overly cold.

Instead, it was like a green lotus in a deep valley, unstained by dust, with a faint glow between its brows...

below.

The rusty iron stele finally showed the result:

"Medium spiritual root, thirty-eight strands of Tao rhyme!"

A monk stood nearby and used his magic power to spread the results to all directions.

Hear this.

Feng Yun finally retracted his gaze, not surprised at all, but snorted coldly:
"The old thief Qian Zhang must have tested it secretly."

"If he really was a Jindan immortal seed of superior spiritual roots, this child would have been taken away long ago, and he would not have been allowed to participate in the conference at all..."

The other foundation builders also sighed.

"It's a pity that despite this mysterious origin, I don't have the peerless immortal appearance."

“This qualification is already very good.”

"I heard from Ci'en Medicine Garden that this boy is naturally intelligent and will surely achieve something in the future..."

……

ground.

Looking at the thirty-eight markings on the stele.

Fang Sheng was not surprised at all.

There was an uproar on all sides.

This is the first intermediate spiritual root to appear today.

In front of these independent cultivators and family members, this aptitude is already an unattainable genius.

Naturally, I was envious.

The children at Ci'en Medicine Garden also exclaimed.

He kept shouting beside the steward, wanting to check his spiritual roots immediately...

The manager randomly picked a person, patted his butt and told him to go up quickly.

Then he looked at Fang Sheng who had returned.

I feel a little disappointed and a little envious.

The disappointment is because Fang Sheng has a medium spiritual root.

The reason for envy is that Fang Sheng has a medium spiritual root.

He himself is only a lower spiritual root...

"A Shui, your aptitude is enough to enter the Dao Meridian."

"You don't have to go back to the medicine garden today. The palace will arrange another place for you to rest."

"After ten days, when the Spirit Testing Conference is over, you can choose a Taoist sect in the palace to join..."

Just finished talking about various things.

The child who had gone up to test his spiritual roots suddenly came back crying.

The steward glanced at the rusty iron stele.

Three strands of Dao rhyme from the mixed spiritual roots...

"It's okay, it's okay. People with mixed spiritual roots can also practice. If you don't want to leave in the future, you can just handle some chores in the palace..."

After that, more than ten children came forward for testing.

The results come out quickly.

Don’t even mention the middle spiritual root.

Even though he has only two lower spiritual roots, his qualifications are not close to perfection and he cannot meet the minimum entry standard of the Taoist Palace.

The rest are miscellaneous spiritual roots.

Under the cruel reality, there were children crying everywhere. The young manager was completely overwhelmed by the noise and couldn't comfort them.

under these circumstances.

The children who had not been tested started crying too...

Fang Sheng silently moved a few steps away to get some quieter ears.

After a brief riot.

The remaining children continued to step forward to test their spiritual roots.

The result is still mixed spiritual roots and inferior spiritual roots.

There is only one exception.

That was Luo Baishan, who was secretly competing with Fang Sheng in physical training in the bamboo forest.

This person actually has fifty-one strands of Tao rhyme.

It seems to have reached the standard of being directly taught by the three major Taoist sects!
As soon as the result came out, there was an uproar at the scene.

Luo Baishan was neither tall nor short, and his muscles had been tempered through body-building techniques to be extremely strong, like a young tiger on the hunt.

With a tense expression, he walked back to the team.

There wasn't much joy on his face.

Fang Sheng recalled the news he had heard before:
"Luo Baishan seems to have some connections, and he had already asked the Taoist elders to test his qualifications."

Now it seems that the rumors are true.

Even the young steward was not too surprised.

It seemed like he had known the result long ago.

Seeing this, Fang Sheng's heart moved.

"Luo Baishan's qualifications have probably spread throughout the Dao Palace a long time ago, and he may even have been reserved by a certain Dao lineage."

"Today's test is just a formality."

Fang Sheng looked towards the high platform shrouded in clouds and mist.

Remove the upper spiritual roots.

If other disciples want to enter the Taoist Palace, they can only rely on the Spirit Testing Conference.

The most important reason is that there are many Taoist temples witnessing the foundation-building here.

It can prevent fraud.

After all, after a monk enters the Tao, his spiritual inspiration no longer appears.

At that time, what kind of spiritual roots you have will all depend on your own words.

In this case, if no measures are taken.

The cultivation speed of the "middle spiritual roots" in the Taoist Palace is probably comparable to that of the mixed spiritual roots.

The children from Ci'en Medicinal Garden completed the test quickly.

Except Fang Sheng and Luo Baishan.

The rest of the people all have inferior spiritual roots and mixed spiritual roots.

Moreover, not a single one met the entry criteria.

These children will have only two choices in the future.

Or stay in the Taoist palace and do menial work.

Or they can leave the Taoist palace after growing up and become independent cultivators.

……

That night.

Fang Sheng and Luo Baishan packed up their bags, left Ci'en Medicine Garden, and moved to the palace arranged by the Taoist Palace.

This is their temporary residence.

Before the end of the Spirit Testing Conference, all those with medium spiritual roots will be placed here.

Besides.

There is also a mind-refining magic array here, which can test the will and mind of those who enter the array.

Fang Sheng was quite interested in this formation.

It’s a pity that this formation will not be open to them until the end of the conference.

On the second day of moving in.

Fang Sheng saw an acquaintance in the lobby.

It was Xiang Gengji whom I met yesterday.

The fat man came over and said hello cheerfully:
"Brother Shui, see you again!"

"I didn't expect that your aptitude is better than mine. I only have thirty-one strands of Dao rhyme..."

"Would you like me to give you some advice on which Taoist sect you would be best to join after the conference is over?"

Looking at the familiar person in front of me.

Fang Sheng remembered what he heard yesterday.

Xiang Gengji's mother specifically instructed him to become a disciple of Master Qian Zhang.

So he asked back:
"Are you planning to join the Palace Master's lineage?"

Xiang Gengji felt that the other party's tone was a little strange, and he didn't sound like an ordinary six-year-old child.

But I didn’t think much about it.

He nodded:

"That's right!"

"Palace Master Qianzhang is the most senior official in the Dao Palace. It's definitely right to follow him..."

"Oh, right!"

"How about you join me?"

"In this way, you might even be able to inherit the Dao tablet of a previous palace master!"

(End of this chapter)