When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 23: The upcoming exam

The small sofa was given by my master, and the snacks were given by my mother.

Little Zhou Ling sat cross-legged on a sofa-like flying magic tool, using her spiritual power to carry the snacks on the coffee table next to her into her mouth one by one. She was so comfortable that she almost forgot her last name.

"Zhou Ling! Hey, hey, is this your flying magic weapon?"

Along the way, fellow disciples were all stunned by Zhou Ling's flying sofa. When they arrived at the lecture hall, many people came forward to watch, but they kept their hands in the air and did not dare to touch the sofa.

"Yes, it was given to me by my master." Zhou Ling had not expected that this sofa could cause such a big stir among his fellow disciples. After all, it was not a rare thing. His master's means of transportation was his set of long sofas, which flew around the sect every day. Everyone was watching them, and the more they saw them, the more envious they became.

"Is it a smaller version of Uncle Long's original flying magic weapon?" The person asking the question had his eyes glued to the sofa.

Zhou Ling thought about her master's old-fashioned black sofa, then turned to look at the cute cat ears on her own small sofa and the overall light pink color. She was silent, did not refute, and nodded.

"Ahhh! It's true! Look! There are defensive patterns carved by Patriarch Chi Xiao on the armrest of this chair. It can block the full force attack of a late-stage Spiritualization master! With this, when I travel outside and gain experience after building my foundation in the future, it will be like having an extra life compared to others!"

Some people screamed with excitement after seeing the array pattern on the sofa, while others stood not far away with expressions of sarcasm and jealousy on their faces.

"Uncle Long is really willing to give up a piece of trash who can barely build a foundation. I'm afraid he has given most of his wealth to this piece of trash."

"That's right. The key is that these good things are useless to her. With her aptitude, she is destined not to go far in this life. What if she can't even build a foundation? Then these things will be wasted! Damn it! I performed so well during the disciple-recruiting ceremony, but Uncle Long didn't even look at me. It would be fine if the disciple he finally accepted was better than me, but what the hell is this? How can we, who have made a lot of preparations for this disciple-recruiting ceremony, accept it!"

Zhou Ling had sharp ears and sharp eyes, so she could hear the whispers around her.

Fortunately, she has heard these words every day since she entered the sect, and has gradually become immune to them.

She waved her little hand, put away her cute little sofa, smiled and nodded to a few of her friendly fellow disciples as a greeting, and then went straight into the lecture hall.

Needless to say, her poor aptitude was an undoubted fact, but she had been formally cultivating immortals for more than ten days, and she no longer had the unknown panic she felt on the first day when she found out that she had a poor spiritual root.

She admitted that when she first learned about her spiritual roots, she was worried that she would not be able to advance, achieve immortality, and would become a burden to her mother.

After all, my mother's spiritual roots were surprisingly good. Her best magic before was the vine shield. My mother and I thought it was because she used it too much. But after testing her spiritual roots, we found out that it was because my mother's wood spiritual roots were full. It would be difficult to find a second person with such qualifications in the entire world of immortal cultivation.

But magic is very different from the Taoism of the immortal world. The vine shield that my mother used in public for the first time was mistakenly thought to be a wood-based magic by others because of her spiritual roots, so it did not arouse suspicion.

Other magics were too risky, so neither her mother nor she dared to take the risk, so she insisted on not taking a master and only read the jade slips in the sect and practiced on her own.

Even so, the difference in spiritual root aptitude became apparent within just ten days.

I practice and study hard every day, even my meal time is compressed and compressed again, but my mother only meditates and practices for one week before going to bed every day according to the basic exercises in the jade slips, and her progress in cultivation is more than that of my ten days of hard work. If this continues, my mother will advance to immortality while I die of old age, and my mother will definitely be sad.

She was worried about this for many days, until her mother took her to carefully calculate the progress of her current cultivation and the length of her life span, which suddenly woke her up.

According to the current progress, she should be able to successfully complete the foundation building. After the foundation building, she can live for 200 years. If she is given 200 years, she can at least reach the stage of forming a pill before her lifespan runs out. Once she reaches the stage of forming a pill, her lifespan will be extended to 500 years. The subsequent advancement to the Nascent Soul stage is indeed a bit difficult for her aptitude.

But that was five hundred years later.

Moreover, it is not certain whether he will find an opportunity to advance and break through during this period. After all, he still holds the Hengyue Sword in his hand. His master said that if he can practice the sword techniques passed down by Hengyue and understand the help of the Heavenly Dao, he can go to the formation in the Nascent Soul stage, re-strengthen the seal and protect the people of the world.

Therefore, the bigwigs in the world of immortal cultivation should be more anxious about whether she can advance to the Nascent Soul stage than she is, and they will definitely help her.

As long as she works hard enough, seizes opportunities, and endures the hardships of cultivation, she is not a waste!
The good things given by the master are used on her, and there is never any waste. She doesn't care what others say. All she wants to do is to be herself.

Today is the first small test of Taoism for new disciples. The talents and understandings of many people are displayed at this time. It is also one of the opportunities for many outer disciples to be transferred to the inner sect, so the lecture hall was quickly filled up and no one dared to be late.

The uncles and uncles came quickly. They attached great importance to today's test. After all, the Wandao Sect was losing ground, and it was obvious from the fact that they could not recruit many new disciples. Only fifty or so people successfully reached the Heart-Searching Stage, and all of them were recruited into the sect. Although most of them had poor qualifications and were assigned to the outer sect, the sect would still examine them whenever there was a chance. If the disciples assigned to the outer sect had outstanding qualities in other aspects, they would still be transferred to the inner sect for training. No talent should be wasted.

"I gave you time to practice on your own ten days ago. Today is the day to test your results."

A scroll slowly unfolded from the master's hands, enlarged, and finally floated in the air, allowing everyone to clearly see the test content written on it.

The mutual generation and restraint of the five elements of Taoism, and the degree of application of each Taoist method.

Zhou Ling briefly summed it up in his mind and then breathed a sigh of relief.

She guessed the questions correctly, so at least she wouldn't be nervous during the exam.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but the upward arc did not last for more than three seconds before he heard his uncle-master speaking on the stage.

"The trial arena is set up outside the door. Go out and draw lots to decide your opponent."

The fellow disciples stood up and walked out in tacit agreement, leaving Zhou Ling with a dazed look on her face, wanting to cry but unable to.

Her hands were ready to write the test paper and demonstrate her Taoism, but she was told that the test was in the form of a competition?

I still can't avoid fighting with others!

(End of this chapter)