Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes: I Possess the Heavenly Book of Merit

"Qi Hao... Xu Changlin... Tian Erwa..."

The elder of Luoxia Sect slowly recited dozens of names. Yu Yan did not hear his own name and was disappointed. He did not intend to linger and wanted to leave the mountain, but then he heard the last name.

"Yu Yan".

He stopped in his tracks.

The immortal master called out "Yu Yan", right?

It was him! He was chosen!

"That's wonderful, Brother Yu! We won't go hungry anymore!"

Tian Erwa was so excited he almost jumped up, and his words drew cold stares from many well-dressed people.

In their view, this is very unfair.

In the mortal world, someone like Tian Erwa wouldn't even be worthy of talking to them. Now that he's joined a cultivation sect, he's suddenly become their fellow disciple, which is really hard to accept.

There was also a young girl, dressed in fine embroidery, with a white jade pendant at her waist, her wealth and status impossible to conceal.

She is the daughter of the prime minister of the mortal Feng Kingdom, and her name is Li Lingying.

Born into a noble family and possessing a cold and aloof demeanor, she was fawned over by countless people and held herself in high esteem, looking down on country bumpkins like Yu Yan.

Although she possessed a rare triple spiritual root, she almost failed to complete the Path of Reflection. Her poor temperament nearly led to her elimination. Now, no matter how much she looked down on those of lowly status, she had no choice but to accept the fact that they had become her fellow disciples.

"The rest of you, leave the mountain gate immediately!"

The elder of the Falling Clouds Sect remained indifferent, turning to look at the chosen individuals.

"You have the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

What do you do within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?

It's used for saying goodbye, of course.

Yu Yan watched as those who were not selected looked dejected and resentful, while those who were selected embraced their departing friends with deep affection and reluctance.

They both knew that after parting today, they might not know when they would meet again.

Years later, you became a high and mighty immortal master who saw through the world's splendor, while I was stuck in the mire, looking up and hoping, waiting for a word to settle the karma.

Cultivating immortality is like this: old friends, whether due to chance or lifespan, eventually embark on two different paths.

"The first step on the long road of life is parting."

The elder in plain robes spoke softly, his gaze lingering on Yu Yan for a moment before he waved his hand to summon several cranes.

"You are all now immortal talents of my Luoxia Sect. Mount your spirit cranes, and they will take you to the sect. I will be waiting for you there."

Immortal Sect—

"Has it finally come to this?"

Yu Yan took a deep breath and followed the instructions of the others.

The morning glow is magnificent, and the cranes cry out.

One by one, cranes with their white feathers spread out gracefully, carrying young boys and girls into the sky.

The old scenes dissipate like mist, while the new scenes arrive like a dream.

Above the horizon, clouds and rosy hues poured down, as if about to fall to earth.

Seven mountain peaks are closely connected, with magnificent palaces and pavilions standing tall, and birds flying across the sky.

Surrounded by mountains, their destination was a place of lustrous jade.

The elder in the plain robe had been waiting there for quite some time.

"My Daoist name is Qinglu, and I am the peak master of Yuanfu Peak. You may call me Elder Qinglu."

Upon arriving at this point, Elder Qinglu's tone softened considerably.

His voice was ethereal as he introduced Yu Yan and the others to the world of cultivation and the Luoxia Sect.

"In the cultivation world of Feng Kingdom, there is mainly one pavilion and one valley, and the remaining thirty-six immortal sects. My Luoxia Sect is one of them."

"Resources in the cultivation world are limited. Xingjian Pavilion and Tianqian Valley together occupy half of them, while the remaining half is contested by thirty-six sects."

"Therefore, every fifty years, the thirty-six sects would hold a battle of immortals under the auspices of a pavilion and a valley, competing in various arts and skills. The sect with the most victories would receive more cultivation resources."

"Therefore, the sect split into seven peaks. Apart from the main peak, where the sect leader cultivates in seclusion, the other six peaks are used to cultivate the common arts among the hundred arts."

"Alchemy, weapon crafting, formations, beast taming, puppetry, and talismans."

You will need to choose one of these six peaks, join its ranks, and dedicate yourselves to cultivation. After many years, you may be able to bring glory to the sect, and even achieving Foundation Establishment may not be a dream.

As he spoke, Elder Qinglu pointed eastward.

"When choosing a peak, the other five peaks may offer you various preferential treatments. In this respect, my Yuanfu Peak may be slightly inferior."

"However, the ancestor who is currently in seclusion trying to break through to the Core Formation Realm is from my Yuanfu Peak."

At this point, Elder Qinglu straightened his back slightly, raised his head and remained silent, simply gazing at these immortal seedlings.

"Immortal Master Qinglu guided us into the Dao, and Lingying is naturally willing to accept this kindness. Moreover, Yuanfu Peak has a Core Formation Ancestor in charge. If Immortal Master does not mind, I am naturally willing to join Yuanfu Peak."

A smile appeared on Li Lingying's cool face as she was the first to speak and express her determination. She not only believed that her ancestor would break through to the Core Formation stage, but also made a grand gesture.

"Miss Lingying is right. We will never forget the kindness shown to us by the Immortal Master."

The others chimed in, and Tian Erwa wanted to say something too, but he was utterly clueless. Frustrated, he scratched his head and finally managed to squeeze out a single sentence.

"Me too!"

Yu Yan didn't speak, but he noticed that Elder Qinglu seemed to have glanced at him again.

He raised his head, but his gaze shifted away, sweeping over the crowd, his deep eyes calm and undisturbed.

He casually raised his hand and sent the golden scroll into the stone tablet, revealing everyone's aptitude.

Spiritual Root Aptitude: Lower Grade D; Mental Character: Upper Grade A.

Yu Yan also saw his test results on it. His spiritual root was the worst, but his temperament and willpower were the best. They were worlds apart, with his specialization being extremely conspicuous.

It's unclear whether the selection of the Immortal Peaks was a choice made by the Immortal Masters, or by the Immortal Masters themselves, or perhaps both.

I wonder if any immortal peak would be willing to accept me with my five spiritual roots.

"Junior Brother Qinglu, it seems this batch of disciples has a very good impression of you."

Just then, a clear, melodious female voice came from the wind, and Yu Yan felt a sudden flash before his eyes, and several figures appeared on the field.

One was a burly man with his chest exposed, and the other was a handsome young man dressed as a scholar.

One person descends from the sky riding a tiger engulfed in flames, while the other is a bamboo puppet whose movements are indistinguishable from those of a real person.

Leading the way was a female cultivator dressed in a moon-white robe, with a gentle and elegant demeanor, starry eyes, and a slight smile on her face.

What I just said must have been said by this person.

Master Qinglu bowed with his hands forming a horizontal and a vertical sword-finger gesture.

"Qinglu greets senior brothers and sisters. Senior Sister Qingyao is joking. If they knew the benefits of your Danfeng, how could these meager sentiments be considered anything more?"

Faced with her junior brother's flattery, Peak Master Qingyao's smile remained unchanged. She moved gracefully to the front of the various immortal seedlings, glanced at them, and then sighed.

"This year's seedlings are much worse than before, and there are not a single dual-spiritual-root seedlings to be seen. They were all chosen by Xingjian Pavilion and Tianqian Valley."

She was not very interested. She glanced at the information on the stone tablet, her gaze lingering for a moment on the name Li Lingying, who ranked first in spiritual root.

"Well, we still need to recruit new people. Choosing one will give us an explanation to the sect leader."

"I'm taking Li Lingying with me. Do you have any objections?"

When Master Qingyao looked back, her fellow disciples simply bowed and said yes.

So she waved her hand, and a gentle breeze lifted Li Lingying up, taking her away without giving the young lady any chance to ask any questions.

This senior sister seemed to be quite authoritative among the immortal masters. After she left, Immortal Master Qinglu and his fellow disciples remained silent for a long time. Finally, it was the rugged Taoist who broke the silence.

He laughed heartily and said generously to Daoist Qinglu:

"Junior brother, if our senior sister doesn't approve, we've been waiting for this for a long time. Let's start the selection of immortal peaks right away."

Qinglu nodded, took out a talisman and held it in his hand. With the enhancement of spiritual power, his voice entered the ears of all the immortal seedlings.

"Everyone, I will now activate the talisman in my hand. Several bamboo sticks will appear in front of each of you. Hold them in your hand and you can record what you want to ask for information about the peak master."

"If the bamboo slip floats up out of thin air and displays its contents, it means that a peak master wants to communicate with him."

"Once Xianmiao has made up her mind, she places the bamboo slip with the name of Xianfeng written on it on the ground, which means she has successfully chosen her path."

After listening to Qinglu's explanation, Yu Yan saw the other party activate the talisman and insert it into the stone tablet.

Its light gradually brightened, as if golden gauze was peeled away and transformed into bamboo sticks floating in front of the immortal seedlings.

The selection process for Xianfeng begins here.