Today, the person responsible for teaching spells in the Chuan Gong Hall is a man in his fifties named Zhao Ye, whose cultivation has reached the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi Refining.
The extremely responsible and noble Wu Feng in the original work has not yet appeared. This Zhao Ye is a master of fishing, seizing every opportunity to be lazy.
Among the seven major sects of the Yue Kingdom, including Huang Maple Valley, disciples in the Qi Refining Stage who are over thirty years old are not allowed to participate in the sect competition, or the only way to build the Foundation Pill is the Blood Trial.
Many people gave up the idea of building a foundation because they were afraid of death.
There is a high chance that you will not come out alive after participating in the Blood Trial, and the normal lifespan of a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage is over 100 years old. Wouldn’t it be nice to stay in the sect with peace of mind?
Liu Jing was sitting cross-legged as usual, seemingly listening to Zhao Yedi's explanation very seriously.
In fact, his attention was not here, but he was quietly observing the fellow disciples around him.
In the transfer hall, even the disciples in the Qi refining stage are hierarchical.
Those sitting in the first two rows are basically disciples of the 12th and 13th levels of Qi Refining. These people are basically the registered disciples of the ancestors of the sect. As long as the foundation is successfully established, they can worship under the other party's sect.
Behind him are a group of disciples at the tenth and eleventh levels of Qi Refining, which can be regarded as the second level.
Behind them are a group of disciples from the seventh to ninth levels of Qi Refining.
In Huang Maple Valley, disciples who have not reached the seventh level of Qi Refining cannot enter the Gong Transfer Hall.
These people either belong to the low-level handymen category, or they are too young and focus solely on practicing basic techniques.
Liu Jing's eyes swept over these people one by one.
Among the people who were able to enter the Chuan Gong Hall, the worst spiritual roots were those with the same three spiritual roots as him, and no one had false spiritual roots.
The old demon Han with four spiritual roots is just an extreme case, a pure anomaly.
As Liu Jing is a top student in Qi refining, his job in the sect is to test the spiritual roots and cultivation of new disciples.
He relied on his photographic memory to remember the spiritual roots and cultivation levels of all the disciples he passed through.
Generally speaking, unless you have a profound background, or you have the Immortal Ascension Order that is rare in hundreds of years like Old Demon Han, ordinary pseudo-spiritual people can never hope to enter the seven sects.
At this time, out of the corner of his eye, Liu Jing saw a somewhat familiar junior brother cautiously walking into the gate of the Chuan Gong Hall.
Li Zibo?
This guy is a direct descendant of cousin Li Huayuan.
It's a pity that he has five spiritual roots and his qualifications are too poor, so he is not treated well by his cheap master.
Just because of the family's reputation, Li Huayuan gave him a recommended place, and in order to prevent him from being bullied within the sect, he was listed in his name as a registered disciple, which was an explanation for his cousin who had died many years ago.
After all, the qualifications of the Five Spiritual Roots are really immutable.
What is he doing here?
This should not be a place where a Five Spiritual Roots disciple should come.
Hey, that’s not right!
Liu Jing's consciousness swept over Li Zibo, and the expression on his face immediately became a little wonderful.
The cultivation level is actually the seventh level of Qi refining?
I remember that when Li Zibo first entered Huang Maple Valley three years ago, he only had the third level of Qi Refining, coupled with the qualifications of the Five Spiritual Roots, what a unique existence he was among a group of low-level disciples.
"I shouldn't remember it wrong." Liu Jing muttered in his heart.
Among immortal cultivators, the five spiritual roots are as rare as the heavenly spiritual roots, and Han Laomo's four spiritual roots are evenly divided between his three spiritual roots.
"He has risen to four levels in three years. Could it be that he has the same problems as Old Demon Han?"
Liu Jing smiled and nodded towards Li Zibo, and called out cordially: "Junior Brother Li."
"Senior Brother Liu." Li Zibo cupped his hands towards Liu Jing.
He chose an inconspicuous corner and sat down, listening carefully to the teachings of Senior Brother Chuan Gong.
Li Zibo knew very well that his cultivation and qualifications were at the bottom among everyone. Others would not ridicule him face to face because of Li Huayuan's face, but they could not hide the contempt in their eyes.
"Senior Brother Liu is really a good man, he is the only one who will not look down on me." Liu Jing just took the initiative to say hello, which made Li Zibo feel a little touched.
On the podium, Zhao Ye seemed a little more serious today than before, and fishing was not that serious.
Because today is the day when the Foundation Establishment monks answer questions and answer questions once a month, Zhao Ye still got the job done.
The foundation-building monk currently responsible for this work is called Zhong Lingdao. He is in the advanced stage of foundation-building and will soon become the new leader of Yellow Maple Valley.
The position of head should be the best position a foundation-building immortal cultivator can get.
"Do you have any questions to ask?" Zhong Ling said with a long beard, looking like a master.
One of the disciples first asked: "Uncle Zhong, with my current cultivation level, can I directly take the Foundation Establishment Pill?"
This person's cultivation has been lingering at the twelfth level of Qi Refining for a long time.
This question also immediately attracted the attention of the disciples in the first two rows.
Each of these guys has a Foundation Establishment Pill, and the Foundation Establishment period they have been thinking about always feels far away and near.
After Zhong Lingdao glanced at him indifferently, his eyes swept across everyone.
"This nephew is the second spirit root, right?"
"Yes, uncle."
"Everyone has his or her own destiny regarding the success rate of foundation building. If it fails, have you thought about how to go next?" Zhong Lingdao closed his eyes and said inscrutably.
The disciple replied: "Participate in the internal competition. If you fail again..."
He hesitated.
After taking a Foundation Establishment Pill, his cultivation will definitely reach the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. It is not a big problem to get another Foundation Establishment Pill quota in the sect competition.
But if his luck is too bad and the two foundation-building pills fail to establish the foundation, he will still be reluctant to participate in the Blood Trial.
"Uncle Master, how many Foundation Establishment Pills did you take at that time?" A disciple asked curiously.
"With my uncle's qualifications, one pill is definitely enough!" someone echoed.
Zhong Lingdao's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he didn't look like a master at all.
"I took three pills!" he said angrily.
In fact, Zhong Lingdao really wanted to say that he succeeded in building the foundation after eating one.
But in full public view, today's words will definitely spread.
If he lies, what will his fellow apprentices think when they find out? They all know the inside story, so how can they convince the public as the future leader?
Then I had to tell the truth.
But his words really frightened the disciples present.
The future master master only succeeded in building his foundation after taking three pills!
None of the disciples present had Heavenly Spiritual Roots or Alien Spiritual Roots, and the probability of foundation building could not be much higher than Master Uncle Zhong.
"Indeed, the Immortal Cultivation Sect is not only about fighting and killing, but also about being humane and worldly."
"If you are close to those pill-forming ancestors, you can indeed get one through the back door. That's the case with Dong Xuan'er."
"As for me, I also have a golden finger, but after all, I can't mass-produce foundation-building pills like Lao Mo."
Liu Jing suddenly turned his head slightly and looked at Li Zibo.
I saw him holding a green jade pendant in his hand, thoughtfully.