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

Chapter 5 My Master Long Aotian

In this extremely cruel world of cultivating immortals, she had fantasized about returning to her former peaceful and comfortable home, but she knew in her heart that going back was almost impossible.

But what is the situation now? She has just touched the threshold of cultivating immortals, and Lan Xing wants to pull her back?
At the moment when her consciousness was about to be pulled out of her body, the scene in front of Zhou Ling's eyes became blurred, but at this critical moment, her arm seemed to be pulled suddenly by someone!
She seemed to hear her mother's angry roar vaguely. Before her consciousness fell into darkness, Zhou Ling felt herself falling into her mother's familiar arms. Only then did she close her eyes with peace of mind.

Similar situations of soul leaving the body had happened before. Although she didn't see Lan Xing at that time, her mother's magic could always calm her unstable soul. As long as her mother was by her side, she would feel full of security.

...I don’t know how long I slept.

Anyway, when I woke up again, I saw my mother who had changed into nice and clean clothes. She was squatting beside the bed with bright eyes, holding a piece of fragrant cake in her hand and wanted to put it into her mouth.

"It smells good! It's delicious! It can also replenish your spirit! It's suitable for you, eat it quickly."

Zhou Liling used his not-so-fluent Chinese to express his excitement in feeding the pigs.

Although Zhou Ling hadn't reacted yet, out of absolute trust in her mother, she subconsciously opened her mouth and swallowed the cake her mother gave her.

It’s a bit dry and the taste is okay, but it can really replenish spiritual energy!

But... that's not the point. Wasn't she previously being sought after by the leaders of two sects, and then she was almost taken away by Lan Xing? What was going on now?
Zhou Ling carefully looked at the new clothes on her mother and found that they were actually the Taoist uniforms of the disciples of Wan Dao Sect that she had seen before. This... ?
Were they and their mother finally captured by the Wan Dao Sect?
But before Zhou Ling could ask about the current situation, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

"Ling'er! You're finally awake! Hurry up, get up and put on your clothes. The Heart-Searching Steps in front of the sect gate have just been opened. There's still time!"

A woman wearing the same clothes as my mother rushed into the room, calling out "Ling'er" as if she was very close to me, but...

Zhou Ling didn't even know her!

"Yes, hurry up, get dressed and become my disciple."

My mother also echoed the woman's words.

Zhou Ling was confused and dazed as the woman put clothes on her. She then hurriedly pulled her and her mother onto the back of a giant crane...

"Luckily we made it in time. Let's go. The Heart-Searching Stage will not close for another quarter of an hour. We still have time."

"Yes, go!"

The woman who pulled her over urged, and her mother actually followed suit.

"No, I still..."

Zhou Ling wanted to ask about the current situation, but just as he started to speak, he was pushed forward by his mother and stumbled.

The moment she stepped onto the bluestone steps, she seemed to have entered another dimension. The figures of her mother and the others behind her had long disappeared, and were replaced by white mist that covered the sky and the sun, obscuring all the scenery except the stairs.

Zhou Ling: "..."

There is a kind of urgency that makes your mother feel that you are anxious.

She knew nothing about the current situation and was pushed to the Heart-Searching Stage like a duck to the window. Although she was familiar with this routine, she was still very nervous!
This is the formal entry-level path to becoming an immortal, and it will eliminate a large number of people. She hasn't made any preparations yet, but she is suddenly pulled in for an interview?
Even though she was fought over by two sects before, the selection for admission to the immortal sect was very strict, looking at spiritual roots, aptitude, and the heart-searching stage. If she failed in any of these, her path to immortality would be in jeopardy.

Zhou Ling walked up the stairs trembling with fear, little knowing that while she was panicking, the big brothers of the sect who were observing the situation at the Questioning Heart Stage through the water mirror all breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease in an instant.

In this round, their Wan Dao Sect simply won!

It would have been fine if this talented little girl had chosen their sect on her own initiative. Just when other sects were dissatisfied and thought that this little girl had been in a coma for many days and would not be able to make it to the Wan Dao Sect's disciple-recruiting ceremony, which meant that she was not destined to be with the Wan Dao Sect, and they wanted to re-discuss her affiliation, the little girl... lived up to everyone's expectations and woke up at the last minute!!!
Lan Fei and other elders from other sects looked at the scene in front of the water mirror, all of them curled their lips and remained silent. They were very jealous. The Wan Dao Sect, which was on the verge of decline, actually picked up such a talented little girl for free, who was very likely to be the successor of the Heng Yue Sword Technique. When this girl grew up, she would be a core disciple who could support the sect. By then, the sect's power would surely grow, and then...

Although they are all Taoist sects, there is competition between them. After all, there are only so many resources in the world of immortal cultivation, and whoever is more powerful will get more. Whoever is weaker will suffer some losses.

Hey……

Fortunately, no matter which family this girl belongs to, as long as she is really the descendant of the Hengyue Sword Art, she will be the savior of the entire Xiuxian world! As long as she passes the Heart-Searching Stage, and then gives her a Hengyue Sword Talisman, let her try it in public and verify her identity, the entire Xiuxian world, which has been worried for thousands of years, can finally put their minds at ease.

Zhou Ling had no idea what kind of expectations she was carrying. There was only this one path before her. Although she was not prepared, she had come this far anyway.

The teeth are gritted and the heart is broken!
In her previous life, she had read many novels about cultivating immortals. The routines of the Heart-Searching Stage were nothing more than those few. There were thousands of illusion routines, but only sincerity could break through all the changes.

Keep your mind free of distractions, focus on the path to immortality, be kind-hearted, and don't have any evil thoughts.

She can do it, she definitely can do it!
At this moment, Zhou Ling was like a tape recorder, reciting silently all the way with firm steps.

She didn't know how fast she was moving and how many people outside the venue were blinded by her.

Mo Wang, the leader of the Wan Dao Sect, looked at the speed at which the little girl in the water mirror was moving forward, came back to his senses in surprise, stroked his short beard, and looked at his fellow apprentice beside him with a smile.

"Junior Brother Long, you are in such a hurry to rush back to the sect to recruit a disciple. Did you know that this little girl is very talented? The last person who could complete the Heart-Searching Stage within a quarter of an hour was you, as I recall. Now it seems that this girl's speed may surpass that of you, the future master."

The man who was called Junior Brother Long was reluctant to take his eyes off the water mirror when he heard that. He clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, suppressing the excitement in his heart. He just gave a light "hmm" as a response.

Fortunately, Sect Leader Mo Wang had long understood the temperament of this junior brother. This junior brother's temperament was completely opposite to his name. His name was the unruly Long Aotian, but he was a taciturn and averse to women. After three thousand years of cultivation, he had never spoken to a female cultivator in the sect.

Fortunately, although he is a little eccentric, he is very stable. His cultivation speed is unmatched in the entire world of immortal cultivation. The sect has not continued to decline in their generation, thanks to the support of this talented junior brother.

However... he was a little curious. Why did Junior Brother Long, who ignored all female cultivators, suddenly want to accept a female disciple? If they became a master and apprentice, would he teach his apprentice by talking, or would he just throw a jade slip to the disciple and let her learn on her own?

Well, I'm starting to look forward to it.

Long Aotian was unaware of the gossiping thoughts of his senior brother, and his eyes were focused on the figure of the girl climbing the steps on the water mirror. When he saw her finally reach the end of the Heart-Searching Steps, he could no longer sit still.

He has been trapped in this world for three thousand years with the stupid name of Long Aotian!

He can't stay here for another day!!!
Rushing to the square in front of the sect hall, Long Aotian went straight to the exit of the Heart-Searching Stage and stood guard under everyone's puzzled gazes.

Although Zhou Ling was the last one to step onto the Heart-Searching Stairs, she was the first one to reach the end. In the illusion, she couldn't actually see the end of the Heart-Searching Stairs. Only after she walked the last step and appeared in the square in front of the sect's main hall, she knew that she had come out.

but……

When the scenery before her eyes was finally no longer the bluestone steps and white fog, but a square with a wide view, Zhou Ling didn't have time to be happy for two seconds before a tall figure suddenly jumped out in front of her, dressed in fluttering white clothes, blocking all her view.

Zhou Ling was startled and looked up to see who that person was, but was suddenly met with a pair of eyes filled with tears.

The man in white asked Zhou Ling a question while crying and trembling with fear.

"Odd...odd changes to even but not even?"

(End of this chapter)