Zhang San finally relaxed and began to close his eyes and adjust his breath to recover. He saw the teleportation array flashing with white light, and people were being sent out one after another. When half an hour passed, the teleportation array suddenly burst open and turned into gas and disappeared.
not see.
Seeing that the test was over, Taoist Qiu looked around and nodded. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the number of people from the Shengyi Sect. However, when he saw the eyes of those Shengyi Sect disciples looking at Zhang San, they looked like they wanted to eat.
Although he looked like a human being, he was stunned and thought to himself: "It seems that something interesting happened inside."
Just when he was about to say something, Ma Yang spoke first.
"Reporting to Uncle Master, the secret realm in Xiaoyuan Realm was suddenly damaged. I suspect it has something to do with that Zhang San. I hope Uncle Master will make a decision!"
"What, the secret realm is destroyed." Qiu Taoist looked at Zhang San in disbelief, his mouth opened slightly, but he didn't know what to say.
"Senior knows clearly that junior is also a victim. Just imagine how could a junior's cultivation level destroy a secret realm." Zhang San spoke in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, with a cold expression on his face, showing no emotion or anger.
"Then why all the fellow Taoists who went in together came out, but you didn't come out, and now you suddenly appear, and..." Just as Ma Yang was accusing Zhang San.
However, Taoist Qiu suddenly waved his hand and stopped Ma Yang from continuing to speak.
"This matter cannot be explained immediately. We will talk about it later." Qiu Daoren thought for a while and made a decision.
"Fellow Taoists, let's start the competition for the number of disciples now," Taoist Qiu announced. "As for the disciples of the sect, they can go to the inheritance hall where they belong to redeem themselves after they return."
"Now let's start the competition for the first spot. Starting from twenty elixirs, let's get started."
As Master Qiu finished speaking, the atmosphere among the cultivators suddenly became boiling, and someone was about to speak.
However, Zhang San's cold voice spread around, "Twenty-one plants!" After saying that, Zhang San glanced at everyone, closed his eyes and began to think.
The scene suddenly became deserted. All the monks were glaring at each other, but no one asked to increase the price.
Taoist Qiu was even more curious. He looked at Zhang San and said thoughtfully: "This fellow Taoist Zhang has offered twenty-one elixirs. Is there any higher price?"
The voice shouted three times in a row, but still no one spoke, "Okay, the first spot goes to fellow Taoist Zhang!"
"Next, the second quota..."
Zhang San also felt relieved and watched the rest of the "auction" with peace of mind.
However, Fatty Jin won the prize for the fifth time with eighty elixirs.
After the ten quotas were allocated, Zhang San was also surprised. None of the remaining quotas was less than seventy-five. "It seems that the casual cultivators are also hiding it. How long have you been working hard to survive?"
In my time, apart from the fifty plants I gave to Fatty Jin, I only made more than one hundred and forty plants."
As the disciple quotas were allocated, Zhang San and others also boarded the flying dragon boat, but the remaining casual cultivators had to go back by themselves. Looking at the envious eyes of the casual cultivators, Zhang San felt a little heavy in his heart.
The flying dragon boat slowly rose into the sky and sped towards the distance. At this time, Zhang San was considered a disciple of the sect. Naturally, no one was coming to chase him back to his room. Zhang San stood at the head of the boat, staring at the endless sea of clouds at his feet.
He came to stay, but none of the casual cultivators who came in together dared to greet Zhang San.
Zhang San himself also had a big headache. He had offended the disciples of the Shengyi Sect and had a troublesome matter that he had not dealt with. So when Fatty Jin came to shiver, Zhang San also told him not to approach him first.
"Haha, you really have some tricks up your sleeve, you tired boy!" A familiar voice sounded from behind Zhang San, but it was Taoist Qiu who laughed.
Zhang San was stunned at first, but he heard the kindness in the words. Although he was a little confused, he felt relieved.
"I think the seniors have already listened to those senior brothers and told them what the juniors did." Zhang San turned around and cupped his hands with a look of shame on his face.
"You don't have to worry about it. The world of cultivation is like this. The weak eat the strong. It's already good that you can leave a glimmer of hope for others." Taoist Qiu said with some emotion in his tone.
Naturally, Zhang San didn’t dare to take it seriously, so he raised his hand and said, “Senior, I’m here this time not just to have a few words with the junior!”
"Well," Master Qiu, the ancestor of the family, wants to see you, come with me. Master Qiu retracted his smile and became a little serious.
"Zhenren, the Golden Core Overlord!" Although Zhang San had expected that someone from the Golden Core realm would come to ask, he was still startled after hearing this.
Seeing that Zhang San seemed to have come to his senses, Taoist Qiu smiled and comforted: "It's okay, my ancestor is very kind."
"Ancestor!" Zhang San quickly caught up with Taoist Qiu, "Could it be..."
"Yes, it is one of the realms of my Qiu family's golden elixir overlord."
The Flying Dragon Boat is divided into three floors. The first floor is where people live. Qiu Daoren took Zhang San to the second floor. Looking at the street-like place, he said: "The Flying Dragon Boat usually takes some time to get there.
It will only be used when arriving at the destination, so there are stores for clothes, food... etc."
However, Taoist Qiu introduced it as he walked towards the third floor, which was where the Golden Core Overlord lived and where the entire Flying Dragon Boat was controlled.
Zhang San had also looked up here, but the third floor was always shrouded in fog. Qiu Taoist took Zhang San to the edge of the fog, punched a teleportation jade slip into it, and casually reminded, "Wait a minute, you have to be tight."
Follow me and don't get separated!"
Seeing Zhang San nodded to express his understanding, Taoist Qiu then headed towards the cracked passage.
Zhang San followed closely, and there was mist all around along the way. Only the place where Taoist Qiu walked was clearly visible.
I don’t know how long I walked, but Zhang San felt like he had made nine turns and eighteen turns, and finally arrived in front of a palace.
The palace has no name, and it is not decorated with carved dragons and embroidered phoenixes, but it exudes a simple atmosphere. There is mist up and down, left and right, making it look like the palace is floating in the void. The palace door is open, but there is something at the door.
It is covered with layers of colored light, making it difficult for people to see clearly inside.
"Come in!" A voice came out, and the friendly tone made Zhang San feel like a breath of fresh air. It was completely different from what he heard the last two times.
Zhang San followed Qiu Hua toward the colorful light, and the two figures disappeared immediately.
Suddenly a strong white light came, and Zhang San quickly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he had already entered the palace. The direction in which Zhang San opened his eyes happened to see a middle-aged man sitting in the high hall.
The man was looking at him with a smile, his eyes were soft but like a black hole, which instantly attracted Zhang San's attention.
As if being thrown naked in the ice and snow, Zhang San could not help but shudder. An instinctive feeling of being seen through came to him, but it disappeared in an instant. Zhang San also quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look.
"Okay, Qiu Hua, you did a good job this time. This boy is a good candidate both in terms of temperament and luck!" The middle-aged man looked at Qiu Hua and praised.
"Don't dare to take it as the ancestor's praise!" Qiu Hua returned respectfully, but there was a joyful look in his eyes.
Seeing the middle-aged man's compliments that made his eyebrows dance, Zhang San couldn't help but feel inexplicably weird.
"The Five Elements Spiritual Roots!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, "My name is Qiu Peng, and I am the ancestor of the Qiu Family's Golden Pill of the Holy Sect. Are you willing to name me a disciple?"
"What?" Zhang San suddenly thought that he had heard wrongly, but the words he had prepared were shattered into pieces, and he didn't know how to answer.
Seeing Qiu Hua's surprised expression, Zhang San asked cautiously: "Senior, you want to accept me as your disciple."
"Why don't you want to?" Qiu Peng looked at him with a half-smile.
Zhang San changed his mind and immediately bowed: "I have met Master." After saying this, he was about to kneel down and salute, but he was instantly lifted up by a force.
"It doesn't have to be like this. You are at the root of the five elements. I don't know yet whether I can accept you as a disciple," Qiu Peng said.
"Sit down," Qiu Peng pointed to the chair next to him and slowly spoke after watching Zhang and San sit down.
"The world only knows that monks have five elements of spiritual roots. The fewer the combinations of spiritual roots, the better. A single spiritual root is called a heavenly spirit root. Those with heavenly spirit roots can practice up to the Nascent Soul Avenue, even if they can break through distractions.
There is some hope, but I don’t know that the chance of the Five Elements Mixed Spiritual Roots being produced is as slim as the Heavenly Spiritual Roots.”