Don't try to cultivate immortality; mortals live longer than immortals.

The group looked at each other, but no one raised any questions.

The Immortal Alliance's emphasis on spiritual root testing is comparable to that of Earth's college entrance examination.

Sending a True Lord to be the examiner, while a bit exaggerated and outrageous, is not entirely impossible.

The appearance of this rice cooker is truly speechless.

Cyber ​​cultivation?

Could it be that the True Lord has already refined his physical body into a Dharma body?

……

In a small house not far from here, two men and a woman were observing the fairy seedlings in front of them through a huge projection screen.

The man on the left turned his head: "Senior, what you're doing isn't very proper. Although True Lord Baiwei is your master, it's not right to casually impersonate his name like this..."

"Aren't you afraid of being fined?"

"Don't worry, I have already received authorization from my master."

The woman sitting in the middle raised her hand and showed the document, with Baiwei Zhenjun's signature shining brightly at the bottom.

"Never mind what I said."

The male examiner immediately shut up.

"Alright, let's begin the assessment."

The woman in the middle was sweet-looking, but she acted swiftly and decisively. She first entered an authorization code out of thin air, and then cast a spell.

As it moved, the indicator light on the top of the humanoid rice cooker lit up, and its authoritative voice swept across the hall once again.

"Quiet, the spiritual root testing will now begin. Immortal seedling number 301, step forward."

The first person to step forward was a timid, overweight man.

Although he wasn't exactly eight feet tall or eight feet in waist circumference, his physique suggested he weighed at least 300 pounds.

I started panting after just two steps.

Those below felt a pang of envy.

"This guy is so useless, he'll definitely fail the spiritual root test."

"Envy +1".

"Envy +2".

"Envy +10086".

"Sigh, it's a pity that I can't gain weight no matter how much I eat."

……

Hearing the discussions below, the fat man's tense mood visibly eased, and he regained his confidence, striding up to the rice cooker. He clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Greetings, True Lord. My name is Yuan Man."

The other party ignored him, and the authoritative voice resounded in everyone's ears once again.

"The method of this test is to consume spiritual food. By observing the reactions after eating and drinking, we can accurately calculate the value of your spiritual roots."

"What, eating spirit food?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

As a subsidiary interface of Guixu, Shuiyunxing allows mortals to live a carefree life and enjoy various enviable benefits, but spiritual food is not among them.

That's something only cultivators can enjoy.

I've heard that spiritual food is not only delicious, but it can also improve one's health and well-being, and is even beneficial to mortals...

This spiritual root test was truly a lucky find.

Everyone was overjoyed, but Baiwei Zhenjun had already withdrawn his gaze, turned his huge head, which was like a rice cooker, and said to Yuan Man.

"You're so fat, you must really love to eat and be very lazy. You don't want to become a cultivator."

The fat man was speechless, realizing that admitting it was inappropriate, and denying it was also inappropriate. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

"Alright, you can't force things. Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance. As long as you can finish these ten buns, I'll grant you special permission, regardless of your spiritual root aptitude, that you don't need to cultivate immortality."

"real?"

The fat man's eyes widened instantly: "Is this for real? Where's the steamed bun?"

With a "click," the lid of the rice cooker was opened, revealing ten fist-sized buns, steaming hot and looking incredibly delicious.

"My Lord, you cannot go back on your word in front of everyone."

The fat man seemed afraid that the other party would change their mind, so he rushed forward, grabbed a bun, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it heartily.

"Ugh, ptooey, ptooey..."

Yuan Man had only taken one bite when he spat it out, his face showing disbelief: "True Lord, weren't we supposed to be eating spiritual food? How come this bun is filled with dog poop?"

Although they were standing quite far away, everyone could still smell a foul stench.

They looked at each other, their expressions becoming incredibly varied.

Shock, fear, disbelief...

Is this really the most important spiritual root testing site for the Immortal Alliance? Could they have unknowingly participated in some prank reality show?

Duan Xuan was also shocked.

Why is things taking such a strange turn?

But at this moment, he could only wait and see.

"Don't worry, although this stuff smells and tastes like dog poop, it's definitely not real dog poop. It's just that it's been prepared using a special method, so the taste is a bit strange. But it's truly a genuine spiritual food, and consuming it will greatly benefit you."

The Hundred Flavors True Lord crossed his arms and said, "If it weren't challenging enough, do you think it would be so easy to obtain this special permission? So, want to continue? After you finish these ten dog-shit-flavored buns, you won't need to cultivate immortality anymore."

The fat man's face turned pale and then flushed.

He clearly didn't want to embark on the path of cultivation, but this shit-smelling bun was really testing one's patience.

And so, a battle raged within my mind.

Finally, the fat man hardened his expression, clearly having made a major decision.

He let out a loud roar, grabbed the steamed buns with both hands, and began to devour them.

In an instant, the stench of dog feces filled the air, causing all the immortal seedlings waiting for the test to change color drastically and instinctively back away, their gazes towards the fat man filled with both pity and admiration...

This guy is really going all out to avoid cultivating immortality.

It's ruthless!

Five minutes later, the fat man actually devoured ten of the dog poop-smelling buns.

At this moment, his chubby face was flushed red, his eyes were wide open with bloodshot pupils, and a foul stench emanated from his gaping mouth...

Despite being a physically weak fat man, he seemed to have transformed into a warrior who had just experienced a great battle, exuding a captivating aura of dominance.

His eyes were red, and his voice choked with emotion: "True Lord, I did it, as promised..."

"Congratulations, young friend Yuan Man, on your spiritual root test. You have a score of fifty. While you may not be one in a million, this is still a remarkable achievement. I wish you a smooth path in your cultivation and a bright future."

Fatty? ???

After a two-second pause, he cried out in a frenzy, "No, True Lord, didn't you just say in front of everyone that if I ate these ten shit-flavored buns, you would grant me special permission, regardless of my spiritual root aptitude, to not embark on the path of cultivation...?"

"Yes, I did say that."

"and you……"

"But I've changed my mind now. Yes, I was just fooling you."

"What, you're not happy with that? Bite me then!"

Fatty: "..."

Yuan Man was stunned when the other party so openly admitted to breaking their promise.

As the saying goes, "A shameless person is invincible."

He hadn't expected that a dignified Nascent Soul True Monarch would break his word.

And now he finally realized that he really had no way to retaliate against this situation.

Overwhelmed with grief at his earlier actions, the fat man burst into tears, which eventually turned into loud sobs...

Like a 300-pound child who has been wronged.