Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Right now, it seems that other powerful people are targeting me one after another. This feeling... is not pleasant.

"It can't be because I'm a time traveler, right?"

Anle couldn't help but think about this, and then said solemnly: "It's time to put the plan to solve this mystery on the agenda."

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At noon.

A hall in the hanging city of Taixu Palace.

Here, the floor is paved with gold and jade. The hall is dozens of meters high and has several giant purple-gold pillars standing. On the pillars are long dragons with bared fangs and claws. They look like just reliefs, but the dragon's eyes and scales are lifelike, as if they would wake up at any time.

Ordinary monks would be terrified just by stepping into this hall and would fall to their knees.

Even disciples of Taixu Palace would appear very restrained and unnatural in this hall.

Above the hall, there were several ethereal figures floating, but their faces could not be seen clearly.

They are the incarnations of Taixu Palace, and they come for the newly recruited disciples. However, as the war with the Datai Divine Dynasty is still ongoing, a considerable number of them can only come as their spirits.

"Isn't the time coming yet?"

An impatient man said in a gruff voice: "I am facing a divine general here, it is not easy to get away."

Yang Rongzi sighed leisurely: "Be patient."

As one of the few gods staying in the palace, he naturally came here in his true form.

"Don't worry, doesn't it take time to gather disciples?"

A clear female voice was heard in the air.

She seemed to have a very eccentric personality. After she had just calmed down the person before her, she asked Yang Rongzi curiously.

"Xiao Yang, I heard that only one official disciple was selected from your area, and you sent him back personally? Is that true?"

Hearing this name, Yang Rongzi frowned, a little aggrieved, as if he wanted to refute but didn't dare to, so he could only respond sullenly: "It's true."

The female voice asked again: "Xiao Mo, I heard that you also gave him the Qinghong Jade Palace?"

Mo Xin's distracted mind responded calmly: "Yes."

Many gods were a little surprised. How could a mere foundation-building junior be given such a precious gift by Mo Xin?

The Qinghong Jade Mansion is not worthy of their attention and they are not willing to do anything to bully the weak, but Mo Xin's attitude is intriguing.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a cold snort was heard from the hall.

It was Bai Qiyan, dressed in white. She had a pretty face and a cold expression, with a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

The disciple who had been carefully trained immediately gave up her original plan when she heard that Anle was coming. In Bai Qiyan's heart, it was like her own elixir was being taken away by a pig. Of course, she could not be happy.

But in fact, she had never thought that Anle could actually pass the trial and become a disciple of Taixu Palace.

Others were secretly shocked and wondered whether Bai Qiyan had a grudge against this new disciple.

Some people thought: "If this is true, that kid will have a hard time in the future."

They also realized that the foundation-building that the three gods were concerned about must have something extraordinary about it.

"I think it's a guy called Anle, nicknamed Ghost Face Man, right? Pretty unique..."

Another incarnation said, "So, Brother Mo, do you want to take him in as your personal disciple?"

Mo Xin said frankly: "No, the difference between my cultivation method and his is too great. I can't teach him even if I want to."

"Heh... you sound so impressive, but can you compare to those geniuses of the Xia family?"

Suddenly, a god with a profound temperament spoke in a cold voice.

Seeing him speak, Yang Rongzi's face turned cold: "Whether I can compare with you or not, we will know later."

As the two men faced off, the atmosphere in the hall became vaguely strange.

It is obvious that the many gods are divided into three categories.

There are two categories, led by Yang Rongzi and You Shenshen, who show hostility towards each other. The other category is the neutral faction like Bai Qiyan, who does not lean towards either side.

******

at the same time.

Outside the main hall.

The formal disciples from various trial sites were gathered together. There were not many of them, only fifteen.

Even though this is only the number of formal disciples, there are still quite a few if the preparatory disciples who joined this time, but it can also be seen how strict this trial is.

These people had different appearances and expressions, but all of them had a powerful aura and a high level of cultivation. Some of them even made Anle feel threatened.

The world is so vast, but what it lacks the most is genius.

In order to avoid trouble, Anle did not let Su Dai follow him, but came here under the guidance of a Jindan.

The other cultivators naturally developed a liking for him because of his handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing. Just now, four or five of them came to talk to him, most of them were female cultivators.

After waiting for a while, a purple-robed female cultivator named Ye Jiayue couldn't help but ask, "Has everyone not arrived yet? Why haven't you entered the hall yet?"

Anle replied casually: "Maybe, you are waiting for someone?"

Just as he finished speaking, a crane cry was heard from among the clouds.

A white crane flapped its wings and flew over, with another group of people sitting on its back.

Anle counted them and found that there were exactly fifteen people, neither more nor less.

They all have one thing in common: an arrogant and domineering look, as if they were born superior to others.

Not far away were a number of slaves following, and when they saw the people waiting outside the hall, a hint of contempt flashed in their eyes.

Some disciples who had learned about the trial felt awe in their hearts and saw through the identities of this group of people.

The leader was an extraordinarily handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes and slightly golden pupils. His Taoist robe was extremely luxurious. It was made of unknown material, but it was emitting a divine light.

His aura was hidden, but the hint that occasionally leaked out showed the aura of a perfect foundation.

"My fellow Taoists, I've been waiting for a long time."

The young man got off the flying crane and said with a gentle smile, "My name is Xia Jingnian. I was delayed by a small matter just now, so I'm late."

He was friendly and polite, the perfect example of a young man from a wealthy family.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you can forgive me."

Without Xia Jingnian's signal, several servants delivered a wooden box to the disciples who passed the trial one by one.

Ye Jiayue was shocked and said, "A wooden box made of the heart of the Tianyuan tree? This would cost at least fifty high-grade spirit stones."

The total assets of a normal foundation-building cultivator are no more than twenty high-quality spirit stones. Even if those who pass the trial are geniuses among geniuses, this gift seems a bit expensive in their eyes.

And inside the wooden box was a precious pill that emitted a faint fragrance and looked extremely extraordinary.

After presenting the gift, Xia Jingnian said calmly, "I think it's almost time, everyone please come in."

His words clearly put himself in the position of the master of the house.

Those servants, as well as the Taixu Palace disciples who brought Anle and others, did not show the slightest sign of abnormality, as if this was a matter of course.

Anle looked calm as he walked into the hall silently, thinking to himself.

"This kind of cultivation family is truly unfathomable..."

There is actually not much content in the previous chapter, just two paragraphs at most!

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Chapter 159 Apprenticeship

Led by Xia Jingnian, everyone walked into the hall.

Cultivators like Ye Jiayue are actually rarely independent cultivators. They are all disciples of sects under the jurisdiction of Taixu Palace, and their knowledge is definitely not narrow.

It’s just that the Taixu Palace is too famous, and this palace is too grand, and the aura it exudes makes ordinary people feel frightened.

So much so that when they stepped in, they all seemed a little reserved, no longer as flamboyant as usual.

In sharp contrast to this are Xia Jingnian and his group.

Everyone looked calm and relaxed, and it seemed like this was not their first time here.

A young man from the family said to his companion: "I was very scared when I first came here when I was ten years old."

Someone else responded, "I have only been to this Yuxu Palace three times."

Several foreign disciples were surprised and couldn't help but feel some strange emotions.

It’s not that I have “inferiority complex”, but in front of Xia Jingnian and others, I seem to be naturally inferior to them.

Some people thought to themselves, "Is the gap between us and the aristocratic families so huge?"

Others thought: "If I could climb up the branches of these families... wouldn't it save me many years of hard work?"

In fact, there was nothing wrong with Xia Jingnian and others' attitude towards them. They were gentle and friendly, and did not ignore their feelings. They chatted with them from time to time, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

They are completely different from those playboys from small clans and factions. There is no comparison at all.

Many disciples in the family also noticed Anle.

After all, it's rare to find a man as handsome as him.

Moreover, when he first saw Yuxu Palace, he was still able to remain calm, which was enough to make them pay some attention, so they came forward to approach him.

From the conversation, Anle learned that the younger generations of cultivation families could not enter Taixu Palace just because they wanted to. The places were very scarce and the competition was extremely fierce. Only the best of the best could stand out.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this system that the contradiction between the cultivation families and foreign cultivators has become increasingly obvious.

After walking a little further inside, everyone was able to see the main hall of Yuxu Palace.

At the same time, several auras as vast as the abyss and the mountain suddenly descended upon their bodies.

boom!

It was as if an invisible roar was heard, and at that moment, everyone's hearts seemed to stop beating.

You know, the aura of a God-transforming being is enough to suppress all these youngsters. And now that so many God-transforming beings have gathered together, the combined aura is like a mountain collapsing in front of you, as if the heaven and earth are about to collapse.

Ye Jiayue and many other cultivators turned pale in an instant. Their hearts seemed to be grasped by a huge hand, and they had great difficulty breathing.

Some people's knees went weak and they almost fell to their knees.

The performance of many family disciples was not much better. Most of them trembled slightly and fear flashed in their eyes. This had nothing to do with identity or status. It was a fear that came from the instinct of biological beings, just like a weak little animal encountering a ferocious natural enemy.

Of course, there are also some people who grit their teeth and hold on, with a firm expression, and they can still raise their heads and look straight ahead.

The area under the jurisdiction of Taixu Palace is so vast that the Yuntian Sect's trial ground alone can produce talented people like Anle and Yun Wuhen. Naturally, there are also powerful geniuses in other regions.

During this process, the elders who had reached the state of incarnation above used their spiritual sense to scan everyone and took in their various reactions.

This was the part they had specially prepared for.

The purpose is to see with one's own eyes the disciples' reactions in unexpected situations, and at the same time, in the process, to roughly see through their cultivation and techniques.

At this time, most of the gods' attention was focused on two people.

Xia Jingnian's expression was natural, with a golden light in his eyes slightly glowing. A dragon-shaped shadow seemed to appear on his body, silently resisting this enormous pressure.

"As expected of a kid from the Xia family, he has almost thoroughly studied the Burning Dragon Immortal Tome, right?"

An elder spoke to others using his divine sense, his eyes cast towards Xia Longhai who was not far away. This was a deity of the Xia family, with white hair and beard, and an aura of majesty that made him intimidating without even being angry.

There is also a gap between the incarnations of the gods.

The lifespan of a cultivator who has reached the God Transformation Stage is over a thousand years. The difference between a cultivator who has just entered the stage for two or three years and one who has reached the God Transformation Stage after hundreds of years can be imagined.

There is nothing shameful in flattering someone a little in order to gain more resources and recognition.

Xia Longhai stroked his beard and said with satisfaction: "Jingnian could have achieved a breakthrough to the Golden Core last year, but for the sake of this immortal book, he resolutely suppressed it for another year, and now he is almost reaching the state of perfection."

He thought highly of this young man, and even the Burning Dragon Immortal Scripture was given to him personally.

Yang Rongzi couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He had heard of the name of the Immortal Burning Dragon Canon. It was said that one had to take the essence, blood, hearts, and eyeballs of ten demon dragons with different attributes, and burn and refine them one by one before one could achieve a small success.