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

"Senior, this isn't a good idea!"

In the small house next door, the man sitting on the left couldn't help but turn his head: "Although you have the True Lord's authorization, it's already outrageous enough to impersonate him with a magic weapon, but to further damage his reputation like this..."

"Mind your own business! Who is the True Lord's disciple, you or me?"

"Of course it's you, Fairy Piaoyao."

The man felt a chill run down his spine.

"That's right." Fairy Jiang Yaoguang said calmly, "How would you know about my master's little quirks?"

Seemingly realizing she had inadvertently revealed a secret, Jiang Yaoguang coughed lightly: "Besides, although this fat guy seems useless on the surface, he is actually quite talented."

The other examiner, who had remained silent until now, nodded: "What you say is correct, senior. Fifty points in spiritual roots can already be considered a minor genius."

Unlike in ancient times, with the development of science and Taoist techniques, the detection of spiritual roots has now reached a level that can be precisely quantified.

There is no value of "0", and the highest value can reach 100 points.

Generally speaking, one can cultivate immortality if their spiritual root exceeds 10 points.

Of course, such mediocre talent is equivalent to the unpopular mixed spiritual roots in ancient times.

A score of 20 to 30 is much better; in ancient times, that would qualify someone to join a regular cultivation sect.

The age range of 30 to 40 is clearly a higher level, and even if they join a top-tier power, they have the opportunity to become an inner disciple.

With 50 points, he certainly has the makings of a genius.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yaoguang smiled and shook her head: "I'm not talking about his spiritual root aptitude, but rather the ruthlessness in this kid."

"Ruthless?"

"That's right, to avoid cultivating immortality, they actually dared to eat excrement." A smile appeared at the corner of Fairy Piaoyao's mouth: "Looking at it another way, what a steadfast Dao heart this is, of course the future is promising."

"Senior, you mean...?"

The other examiner seemed to grasp the other's line of thought and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

"That's right. If he had chosen to give up just now and refused to eat that shit-tasting bun, I would have kept my promise and granted him permission to not cultivate immortality."

"But who can blame them for having such a steadfast heart for the Dao? Logically and emotionally, how could they possibly let such a promising young immortal slip through their fingers?"

The fairy maiden smiled radiantly, but her expression resembled that of a little fox who had just stolen a chicken.

"this……"

The two examiners looked at each other, gazing at the chubby little boy crying loudly on the screen, both feeling immense sympathy.

"Hmph, the so-called spiritual root test is to confirm one's qualification for cultivation. Of course, it's not as simple as just testing one's spiritual root. One's Dao heart and character are indispensable."

"But these mortals are caught up in worldly pleasures and most of them are very opposed to cultivating immortality. If we want to select suitable immortal seedlings from among them, we can't use ordinary test questions. There will inevitably be conspiracies and schemes involved."

"They're just a bunch of mortals, yet they dare to try and scheme against me. I'll make them wish they were dead."

Hearing Fairy Piaoyao's words, both examiners felt a chill run down their spines.

The testing is still ongoing.

……

"Yeah, I really am trash!"

A guy with a spiritual root aptitude of only "5" excitedly did a backflip after learning the test results, but he lost his balance when he landed and broke his left leg.

The fall was quite severe, exposing the white bone fragments. The boy grimaced in pain, his forehead covered in large beads of sweat, but he still laughed heartily: "Haha, haha, just a minor injury, as long as I don't cultivate immortality, it's fine."

"This..." Duan Xuan sighed, rubbing his forehead, and complained to Zhou Ran, "Is that guy crazy?"

"You can't say that," Zhou Ran said with envy. "It's just a broken leg. With current medical technology, it can be recovered in three days at most. And what he got is the qualification to not cultivate immortality. It's a huge win for him."

"..."

Duan Xuan was speechless, but he stopped arguing. Clearly, as an outsider, he couldn't keep up with the way of thinking of the locals in Guixu.

"Whatever makes you happy."

However, the matter did not end there.

next moment.

A pleasant AI-generated voice entered his ears: "Sorry, Zhou Peng, I was just kidding. Your spiritual root test actually shows 30 points, which means you can cultivate immortality."

"Ah, no! I don't want to cultivate immortality! I'm clearly a waste! You...you must have made a mistake!"

Zhou Peng, who had been laughing and celebrating even after breaking his leg, suddenly looked miserable.

He tried to struggle, but the door behind him opened, and a robot quickly walked out and dragged him away for treatment, ignoring his cries.

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Even the most obtuse person would realize at this moment that the so-called spiritual root test was completely different from what they had thought. This Hundred Flavors True Lord had no bottom line. Not only did he break his promise in public, but he also talked nonsense. If you were not careful, you would be fooled and deceived by him.

Yet everyone dared not speak out against their anger.

For a moment, everyone felt extremely depressed.

All kinds of weak, pitiful, helpless...

But the testing will not stop because of this.

"The 303rd Immortal Seed".

The pleasant AI-generated voice reached his ears, and the skinny boy whose number had been called trembled with fear.

Hesitantly stepping forward to undergo testing, his expression was like that of a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

The test was simple: the rice cooker was turned on, and a bowl of ramen appeared in front of him.

It's a very ordinary, normal ramen.

"Eat it."

Baiwei Zhenjun spoke in a calm tone.

The boy was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

Finally, trembling, he finished the bowl of noodles in front of everyone.

Good heavens, this was probably the most terrifying meal of his life.

I was crying while eating, and I couldn't taste the ramen at all.

……

Meanwhile, the small house next door.

The three examiners glanced down at the data transmitted back from the back office.

"Spiritual root 15 points."

"Senior, is this approved?"

"No, just pass."

Seeing her two colleagues looking at her, Jiang Yaoguang showed a hint of disdain on her face: "Although anyone with 10 points or more can embark on the path of immortality, the resources of the Immortal Alliance are not unlimited. This time, the principle is 20 points."

"Of course, if he has the willpower, he can go to tutoring classes."

When the results came out, the skinny boy was stunned for a moment.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but she suppressed it again when she thought of Zhou Peng's unexpected turn of events.

I was filled with anxiety, wondering if my grades would turn out differently.

He's overthinking it.

The subsequent spiritual root test went surprisingly smoothly.

The number of alarming antics suddenly decreased.

The group stepped forward and ate the spiritual food as usual. Immediately afterwards, the system provided the test data.

The passing score this time is 20 points. Once you reach or exceed this score, you must embark on the path of immortality according to the Compulsory Immortal Cultivation Law.

Of course, spending the rest of one's life in prison is also an option.

However, no such stubborn person has appeared yet.

Those scoring below 20 points are all eliminated and can, by sheer luck, return to the mundane, decadent life of ordinary people.

Some were happy, while others were sad.

The hall was like a scene of chaos, with bursts of unpredictable laughter and wailing of despair.

Finally, the AI-synthesized voice reached everyone's ears once again.

"Number 339, Zhou Ran."