Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

"Wood, Fire, Water, Earth – pseudo-spiritual roots, rejected!"

The person holding the spirit-testing pearl immediately buckled at the knees and knelt on the ground.

"I am willing to serve you like a slave, I beg the immortals for mercy!"

The next moment, he was sent flying by a burst of spiritual energy.

Chen Chen looked at the spirit-testing bead that had rolled to his feet; the bead was still spinning slightly.

He bent down and picked it up.

In my past life, it was the same; bowing and smiling obsequiously was the norm.

In the world of cultivation, there's not even the chance to bend over and smile obsequiously; no one would welcome someone with a pseudo-spiritual root.

The instant spiritual energy was injected into the spirit pearl.

The dazzling gold and aquamarine colors interplay within the beads.

"With dual spiritual roots of metal and water, their aptitude is excellent!"

Behind the long table, several delegates who had been leaning against the back of their chairs sat up almost simultaneously.

Chen Chen slowly loosened his grip on the beads, his back, which had been tense for some time, was now covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Slightly to the left of the center of the long table, a woman with her face covered by a white veil was the first to speak, but her reaction was the most subdued.

"With dual spiritual roots of metal and water, the Hidden Moon Sect has accepted them."

Beside her, the old man in the gray robe spoke up, "Yellow Maple Valley is also willing to take you in."

She was a bit more anxious than the women from the Hidden Moon Sect, clearly not wanting to fall behind.

Representatives from Huadaowu and Qingxumen followed suit, speaking almost simultaneously, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

The surrounding rogue cultivators couldn't help but look in Chen Chen's direction.

"It actually has dual spiritual roots?!"

"Even the Hidden Moon Sect has spoken up?!"

The whispers were filled with barely suppressed envy.

Chen Chen did not make a decision immediately, his gaze sweeping across the long table.

Nangong Wan was still leisurely eating the chestnut cake in her hand, as if she had already finished eating it.

Chen Chen knew perfectly well that this was the first real crossroads since his transmigration. If he remembered correctly, the Hidden Moon Sect had the strongest foundation among the seven sects of Yue Kingdom, and it had been more stable than the others in the subsequent rounds of turmoil.

Moreover, the person in front of him seemed to be Nangong Wan, who later had a deep entanglement with Han Li.

So, taking everything into consideration...

"This disciple wishes to join the Hidden Moon Sect."

He bowed deeply to Nangong Wan.

Nangong Wan glanced at him, her veil covering half her face, her eyes as calm as winter water, devoid of any extra emotion.

She flipped her hand and took out a token.

The token swept across the hall, hovered in front of Chen Chen, and landed steadily in his palm.

Chen Chen accepted the order and stepped aside.

By the time the recruitment ended, the Hidden Moon Sect had recruited four or five people in this batch.

Chen Chen was led to an open space to wait. Groups of newly enrolled disciples were scattered around, no one speaking loudly, and they were glancing at each other out of the corner of their eyes.

After a while, Nangong Wan came out of the hall.

She raised her hand in front of the open space, and a white silk handkerchief flew out from her sleeve.

The palm-sized handkerchief spread out in the wind, and within a few breaths it grew to several feet wide, hanging three feet off the ground.

The silver patterns embroidered on the edges of the handkerchief subtly shimmered, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary ritual implement.

"Go up."

When Chen Chen stepped on it, the soles of his feet felt soft yet resilient, like stepping on semi-frozen water with a slight bounce.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the handkerchief.

The others arrived one after another, all moving very carefully, and no one dared to make a sound.

Once everyone was seated, Nangong Wan stepped onto the front of the brocade handkerchief, her back to the others.

The silk cloth rose directly into the air.

The ground shrank rapidly.

The stone hall has become a gray dot on the mountainside.

The silk handkerchief pierced through a thin layer of clouds, revealing the mountains of Yue below, their contours resembling sand tracks washed by water.

Nangong Wan stood with her head covered, her palace dress fluttering slightly in the breeze.

He appeared calm and collected, but his expression wasn't very friendly.

The other prospective fellow disciples standing nearby were too frightened to speak.

Chen Chen thought that maybe he simply didn't want to do the job, and besides, he had finished eating the chestnut cake.

After flying for about half an hour, a mountain peak appeared ahead, towering above the surrounding area. At the mountainside, pavilions with upturned eaves were faintly visible among the dense forest. The buildings became increasingly sparse as they ascended the mountain, with the tallest palaces already disappearing into the clouds.

Chen Chen squinted and looked for a while. The concentration of spiritual energy was obviously higher than outside the mountain gate, but only slightly higher.

The spiritual veins of the Hidden Moon Sect were not as exaggerated as he had imagined.

The silk handkerchief landed on the mountain gate platform.

An elderly deacon was already waiting on the side, and it looked like he had been waiting for quite some time.

"This batch is your responsibility."

After finishing her sentence, Nangong Wan put away the handkerchief and quickly disappeared in a flash of light.

The elderly deacon gazed in the direction where the light had disappeared, then withdrew his gaze. He was already used to it. He glanced at the group of people and turned to walk inside.

"Come with me."

Occasionally, disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect would pass by on the road; some would glance at them, while others wouldn't even look up.

Chen Chen was given a simple array to mark his cave dwelling and some basic supplies.

All you need to do is claim a small plot of land within the territory of the Hidden Moon Sect as your own cave dwelling.

Riding in the simple flying boat that had just been issued, Chen Chen finally chose a relatively deserted mountain as his cave dwelling, which also had a small waterfall.

Logically speaking, such a high-quality place shouldn't be available to newcomers.

As soon as Chen Chen landed, his brows furrowed slightly.

Compared to other places, the spiritual energy here is much thinner, and there is nothing else special about this place.

Naturally, they are not favored by others.

Chen Chen shook his head slightly. Lower is fine. The issue of spiritual energy can be resolved slowly. But this place is secluded enough that no one will bother him, which is actually an advantage for him.

He summoned his flying sword and, with slight modifications, carved out his own "cave dwelling" on the foundation of the cave behind the waterfall.

Sword marks crisscrossed the stone wall, array flags were laid out, and a thin layer of water rippled out, enveloping the mountain before disappearing.

Inside the cave, there was only a stone bed, a futon, and a few sets of disciples' robes folded at the head of the bed.

As for acquiring other resources, it's too late now, so we'll wait until tomorrow to do so.

Chen Chen sat down on the stone bed and closed his eyes.

He had walked the cultivation path of the Sharp Metal Technique countless times, and spiritual energy was slowly drawn into his dantian.

I don't know how much time passed.

The spiritual energy in his dantian suddenly became slightly disordered, and then his mind sank.

The feeling of weightlessness, as if the stone bed I was standing on had suddenly disappeared.

Chen Chen suddenly opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the stone wall of the cave.

There was only a small patch of flat ground beneath our feet; one step beyond that was a swirling gray fog that stretched in all directions to an unseen end.

Below was an abyss, its depth unknown, but some instinct told him he couldn't fall.

And in front of him stood two people.

Chen Chen's reaction was almost a conditioned reflex.

He quickly flipped his left hand behind his back and made a hand seal.

Ok?

No spiritual power?!

The pupils constrict slightly.

The two people opposite him clearly noticed his movements.

The man on the left was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe. He looked to be in his early twenties, with relaxed features and his hair casually tied up, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead.

Sitting cross-legged with one elbow resting on his knee, he turned to look at Hyuga Chen when he saw Chen Chen's hand seal fail.

"Hey, just like you, the first thing I did when I came in was to make a hand seal."

Hinata Chen frowned slightly, not responding to his teasing.

His eyes...

The moment Chen Chen's gaze met the other's, his heart skipped a beat.

It had pure white eyes, and a caged bird mark in the center of its forehead.

Just as Chen Chen was about to continue speaking, a violent wave of dizziness struck him.