Family Rise: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 103: Immortal Ascension Conference, Molan Spiritual Root

The day of the Ascension Conference.

Fu Changsheng, Fu Changli, Fu Molan, Fu Changren, even Liu Meizhen who had just celebrated her third birthday, and Runzhi returned to the clan from the market. Fu Changli, the third brother who was guarding Yan Yangmulin, also arrived at the back mountain to build the spirit-testing platform half an hour ago.

Because today has symbolic significance for their Fu family.

There is a spirit-testing platform.

Then their Fu family will be able to continuously add fresh blood in the future, which will be a significant contribution to the history of the Fu family.

The seven people stared at Grandmaster Yu without blinking. As Grandmaster Yu imprinted the last rune into the stone pillar of the Spirit Testing Platform, the entire platform vibrated with a humming sound, and then lit up with a dazzling nine-colored spiritual light.

The spiritual light faded.

Master Yu's face turned pale:
"The spirit-testing platform has been built and can be put into use today."

"Master Yu, thank you for your hard work. This is a new wine that my third brother brewed in Yanyang Wood Forest using honey from hundreds of flowers. It has just been opened. Master Yu, please help me taste it."

Fu Changsheng handed over several bottles of Baihua wine with both hands.

Grandmaster Yu's originally tired expression immediately brightened up. He raised his head and took a sip, muttering:
"Mm, fragrant but not greasy, not bad!"

talking.

He took the Baihua wine and drank it while walking out of the Shengxian Temple.

At this time, Fu Changren excitedly stepped forward, touched the spirit-testing platform with his hand, and said with emotion:
"It has been seven years. Our Fu family has finally rebuilt our own spirit-testing platform. If the elders and martyrs who died in the battle seven years ago knew about it, they would rest in peace."

To the end.

Fu Changren's eyes were already red.

Fu Molan was also somewhat moved. Although she had only been back in the clan for seven years, they had experienced life and death together, and her feelings for the clan were no less than those of the others. However, she understood that the greatest contributor to the clan's success was the head of the clan, Fu Changsheng, so she continued with her elder brother Fu Changsheng's words and said:

"This is all thanks to the head of the family who risked his life for the clan several times. Otherwise, it would have taken us a long time to rebuild the spirit-testing platform."

The others all agreed and nodded repeatedly.

Liu Meizhen's eyes fell on Fu Molan, and a smile reached the bottom of her eyes:

"A moment of such important historical significance should be recorded in the family history. There will definitely be more and more such events in the future. If there is no one to record them, future generations will forget the sacrifices of our ancestors. So I think it's time for our Fu family to select someone to write the family history of our Fu family."

About it.

Liu Meizhen had discussed this with Fu Changsheng two days ago.

Fu Changsheng's eyes fell on Molan:
"Molan, how about you be responsible for writing the family history of our Fu family?"

Being able to write the family history records means that one has a very important weight in the clan. When there are more people practicing Qigong in the clan in the future, Fu Molan will undoubtedly be the first one to be promoted to elder, and he will be considered the family's management.

Fu Molan didn't expect to be entrusted with such an important task.

After reacting.

He immediately said calmly:
"Please rest assured, Patriarch. Molan will certainly record the family history of our Fu family fairly and rigorously."

Fu Changsheng nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Liu Meizhen smiled and said:

"Husband, the clan members have gathered in front of the ancestral temple."

Since the Ascension Conference was such an important event, it was natural that the ancestral temple would be opened to inform all ancestors.

Everyone arrived at the ancestral hall.

The tribesmen who were to be tested for spiritual roots had been taught the sacrificial process for a while, and were now standing respectfully at the bottom of the ancestral hall. As Fu Changsheng appeared, the drums sounded, and nine drums fell. Fu Changsheng held the incense stick in his hand, his face solemn, and said in a deep voice:
"Fu Changsheng, the 38th Patriarch of Luofeng Mountain, hereby sincerely informs the spirits of the mountains and rivers, and looks up to the holy gods, who have established their minds for the heaven and earth, inherited the lost knowledge of the past sages, established their mission for the people, and brought peace to the world for eternity. Their merits and virtues will never cease. I only follow the will of heaven and offer this sacrifice. May the gods see through my Fu family. Enjoy!"

The words fell.

The drums beat again.

People kowtowed and burned incense to mourn.

Fu Changsheng then said loudly:

"The auspicious time has arrived, the Ascension Conference begins now!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the breathing of the tribesmen below suddenly became rapid. Everyone moved to the Ascension Field. As Fu Changsheng cast a spell on the formation plate, the formation light curtain rose up.

For confidentiality.

During the spiritual root test, only Fu Molan, who was responsible for recording, and clan leader Fu Changsheng were present; there was no fourth person.

Only one person entered the magic circle at a time. Fu Molan took the roster and greeted everyone one by one:

"Daxi Village Fu Qingmu"

When his name was called first, Aoki was so nervous that his palms were sweating. He was already twelve years old this year. In the past seven years, he prayed day and night that the Ascension Conference would come sooner so that today would decide whether he was a bug or a dragon.

His widowed mother Liu held his hand and comforted him:

"Qingmu, relax. Even if you don't have spiritual roots, there is still a martial arts hall in the clan. You can still learn martial arts there and become successful like your father." "Mom, I know."

His mother had been ill for years and had to take medicine all the time. All the family assets had long been sold out. If no spiritual roots could be detected, both mother and son would have problems with food and clothing, so how could there be any money left to send him to a martial arts school?

Today is his chance to change his fate.

If it works, then his mother's medicine money will be secure, and he can also escape from the hard life of doing hard labor.

Qingmu took a deep breath and walked towards the Ascension Hall step by step. The light curtain of the formation behind him closed. Listening to the gentle voice guiding him, he took a deep breath, cast away the distracting thoughts in his mind, closed his eyes, and placed his hands on the spirit testing platform. A cool feeling instantly came over his heart, and his originally nervous mood relaxed involuntarily.

He felt himself trapped in darkness.

Just when he was at a loss, a red light suddenly appeared in the darkness, followed by yellow, gold, green and white. The five kinds of light lingered around him. He instinctively wanted to absorb them into his body, but he had no idea how.

next moment.

All illusions disappear.

A voice came from my ear:
"Yes, you have a pseudo-spiritual root, so you can practice."

He succeeded!

He became an immortal cultivator!

This meant that he had money for his mother's medicine, and the trajectory of his life was changed.

Qingmu was so excited that his body was shaking. He was led out of the Ascension Dojo lightly. When his eyes fell on his mother Liu, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes for some reason. Seeing this, Liu hurried forward to comfort him:
"It's okay, it's okay. If you can't become an immortal cultivator, I can pawn the hairpin that my great-grandmother gave me as a dowry, and I can still send you to the martial arts hall of our clan. It's okay, it's okay."

That silver hairpin was passed down from generation to generation in the Liu family's maternal line.

When Liu was seriously ill and couldn't afford medicine, she was reluctant to pawn her belongings, but now she didn't hesitate at all.

After hearing this, Aoki cried even harder.

Fu Changsheng on the platform saw this and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes. He had never seen his mother since he was born and didn't even know what his mother looked like. He smiled and said:
"Liu, you can keep your hairpin, and Qingmu can embark on the path of cultivation."

This statement came out.

Liu was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears of joy.

Everyone who saw it was envious.

Especially when they saw that the head of the family really rewarded them with 100 taels of gold, they all became excited instantly.

Fu Kang'er, who was in the middle of the line, looked at the Liu mother and son who were sobbing and holding their heads, curled his lips in disdain, and said to Chen, "Mother, when the head of the family announces that I have spiritual roots, you can't cry like that widow Liu, or you will lose face."

I waited for about an hour.

Finally, it was Fu Kanger's turn. Fu Kanger straightened his clothes and went to the Ascension Field with high spirits. Following Mo Lan's instructions, he closed his eyes and placed his hands on the spirit-testing platform. However, after a long time, he felt nothing. He heard:

"You can leave now, Wu Linggen."

No spiritual roots?!
Fu Kanger's eyes suddenly opened, wide open:
"Master, my method must have been wrong just now. Let me test it again."

The fortune teller said so.

He is gifted and could become a foundation-building immortal in the future, so how could he not have spiritual roots?

I must be testing in the wrong way.

Fu Changsheng waved his sleeves, and a stream of spiritual energy gently sent the opponent out of the formation. Fu Kanger was unwilling to do it, and immediately shouted:

"Patriarch, Patriarch, there must be something wrong. My great grandfather was a cultivator, how could I not have spiritual roots? This spiritual testing platform must be broken. Yes, yes, there must be something wrong with this spiritual testing platform. I can't possibly not have spiritual roots."

Fu Changsheng frowned.

Fu Kanger looked to be thirteen years old, and at this age he was already engaged, but he was still so clumsy and couldn't tell the occasion from the right one. It was obvious that he was spoiled at home. He flicked his index finger and a stream of spiritual power shot into his mute point.

Fu Kanger's howling stopped abruptly.

Chen in the crowd had never expected this result. He sat on the ground with his legs weak, muttering:

"The fortune teller clearly said that Kang Er has the appearance of an immortal. How could this be true? How could this be true?!"

Could it be that he was killed by that nemesis in his family? !

The short-lived Shitou first killed his own mother, and now he is trying to kill Kang'er.

Chen's eyes flashed with ruthlessness: "When I first married you, I should have drowned that short-lived bastard in the piss bucket! This short-lived bastard, Ke Jiaxing, wait and see how I'll deal with him when I get back!!"

The Ascension Ceremony was held immediately afterwards.

It lasted a whole day from morning to sunset, until the last person finished the test.

Fu Changsheng glanced at the registration book and was quite satisfied.

His eyes fell on Fu Molan, and he became a little nervous:
"Molan, it's your turn."

When Molan was brought back to the clan, the spirit testing platform had been destroyed, and her spiritual roots had not been tested. The intelligence also did not mention what her spiritual roots were like.

(End of this chapter)