The fear of cultivating immortals comes from insufficient firepower

Tianyuan Kingdom, in the middle of Beiliang Mountains.

There is a Zixia Mountain here that is famous throughout Tianyuan Kingdom.

On Zixia Mountain, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are bright, with thousands of auspicious colors, and there is a faint purple air surrounding the mountain, hence its name.

However, what really makes Zixia Mountain famous is that there is a sect of cultivating immortals on Zixia Mountain called Zixia Sect.

There live immortals who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and are omnipotent.

And today is the day when Zixia Sect recruits disciples every three years.

Early in the morning, outside the gate of Zixia Mountain, it was already overcrowded.

Some came in carriages, some came in sedan chairs, and some came from thousands of miles away. These people were all young ladies from big families in the nearby city, as well as servants and maids at home.

These people have already prepared a generous apprenticeship ceremony, just hoping that the immortal can accept them as a disciple, and then embark on the path of immortality and live happily in the world.

On the other side, there was a group of young people wearing rags and linen, kneeling one by one in front of the Zixia Sect's mountain gate.

They are children from poor mountain villages at the foot of Zixia Mountain, because they cannot get a decent apprenticeship ceremony.

All he could do was kneel in front of the mountain gate, hoping to move the immortals in the sect with his sincerity and accept him as his disciple, thus changing his destiny.

Looking at these kneeling people, the rich young men just laughed and didn't even bother to take a second look.

At a certain moment, on the way up the mountain, a young man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, also wearing rags and linen, slowly appeared.

Maybe he was too tired from climbing the mountain. At this moment, the young man's face was covered with sweat.

"Oh... I'm really exhausted. These guys are really serious. They don't want to build a cable car to go up the mountain..."

The young man complained as he walked.

At the same time, I saw young people coming up, among the kneeling boys from the mountain village.

A young man with a simple and honest appearance shouted immediately.

"Xiao Fan, you are finally here. Come quickly and kneel with us. Maybe you will impress the immortal master and accept us."

When Li Xiaofan heard this, he couldn't help curling his lips.

Are you thinking that you haven’t become a disciple yet? I knelt down first, don't I want to lose face?

"You'd better kneel down slowly by yourself, I'm afraid of pain!"

Hearing this, the young man wanted to say something else, but was pulled away by the person next to him.

"Aniu, what do you want him to do? He has nothing to do all day long. He is too lazy to do anything. He only knows how to draw some useless paintings."

"Even the people in the village look down on him. It's strange that the immortal masters can accept him."

Hearing this, A Niu had to lower his head.

On the other side, Li Xiaofan found a big rock to sit down on and calmed his breathing first.

Then, he quickly took out a bunch of white paper from his bag, and then used a knife to sharpen pieces of blackened charcoal into pencil shapes.

While doing things, Li Xiaofan's thoughts also returned to half a year ago.

Half a year ago, Li Xiaofan was a university art teacher in Blue Star Dahua.

Proficient in a series of artistic creations such as art, sculpture, beauty, and music.

But I never expected that after getting drunk, I would wake up and be transported to the current world.

He also became an orphan at the foot of Zixia Mountain, with no father or mother and only two adobe houses.

When he first came here, Li Xiaofan dreamed that he was the chosen one, that he would have the necessary system for time travel or that his grandfather would be with him, and he would reach the pinnacle of his life in another world.

But until I shouted tens of thousands of times in my heart that the system was turned on, I got no response.

He also made all the pots, pans, sickles and kitchen knives in the house dripping with blood, which made him almost anemic, but he didn't see any response from his grandfather.

Li Xiaofan just realized the reality. There was no system or grandfather to help him.

If he hadn't heard that there would be an immortal accepting disciples on Zixia Mountain half a year later, Li Xiaofan would have lost the courage to live.

After all, he had survived the past six months through deception, so today, Li Xiaofan risked his life and finally came here to see if he could change his fate.

At about this time, everyone saw the misty white fog in front of them suddenly disperse to both sides, revealing the Zixia Sect's mountain gate archway.

Immediately, the mountain gate slowly opened, and an old man wearing a Taoist robe, holding a white whisk in his hand, with white beard and hair, slowly walked out of the mountain gate.

Behind him were a group of young disciples.

These disciples are both male and female, all of them are wearing Xiayi and have tall and straight postures. It has a unique temperament.

Seeing that the Immortal Master finally came out, those anxious young masters who had been waiting for a long time.

Immediately let the entourage take the gifts and walk quickly towards the old man and others.

"Master Immortal, please accept your disciple. This is the apprenticeship ceremony prepared by the disciple for the Immortal Master..."

"Master Immortal, please take a look at the disciple's apprenticeship ceremony first. This is a blood pearl that is rare in a hundred years..."

"Master Immortal, this is one thousand taels of gold. Please accept Master Immortal as a disciple..."

For a time, everyone was talking about it, and all kinds of treasures were competing for their beauty.

On the other side, those villagers who had no money or gifts could only kowtow and beg desperately.

Hope to get the attention of the immortal master.

However, this was like a scene in a vegetable market, which immediately made the old man in Taoist robes frown.

"Quiet, please don't make any more noise, or we'll all be driven down the mountain."

As soon as these words came out, those young masters who were still chirping immediately shut up and did not dare to speak out.

"Listen, today is the day when my Zixia Sect accepts disciples. You should line up first and take the apprenticeship gift list. I will check one by one whether you have the spiritual roots to cultivate immortality."

"If you have spiritual roots and the apprenticeship ceremony is sufficient, you can enter the mountain gate. If you don't have spiritual roots, you cannot cultivate as an immortal, but you still have to accept the apprenticeship ceremony!"

After hearing this, everyone did not dare to complain at all and immediately began to line up.

Immediately, a light flashed in the old man's hand, and a set of desks and a compass appeared in front of everyone.

This ability to transform objects out of thin air immediately shocked everyone, and many people even clapped their hands and applauded.

Soon, the first people started testing.

The so-called test is to put a drop of blood on the compass.

If the compass glows and rotates, it means there is a spiritual root. At the same time, the old man can also identify the other party's spiritual root attributes from the pointer on the compass.

If blood drips on it and the compass neither glows nor rotates, it means that it has no spiritual roots and has no chance of immortality.

Soon, one by one the young people left dejectedly.

Of course, there are also people who have discovered their spiritual roots, and the apprenticeship ceremony is sufficient, and they are very happy to be accepted into the immortal sect.

At this moment, on the big rock on the other side, Li Xiaofan was holding a charcoal pen and drawing quickly on the white paper.

His fingers were flying up and down, looking very calm, and on the original white paper, a graceful female cultivator appeared on the paper.

Although only the simplest sketches and light and dark combinations of light and shadow were used, the expression between the female cultivator's brows and eyes and the light posture were portrayed vividly.

Soon, after one painting was completed, Li Xiaofan picked up another one and began to paint a male cultivator.

Time passed slowly, and it was more than two hours in a flash. At this moment, there were only less than half of the people queuing up to become disciples.

These people are very anxious and afraid that they will be eliminated.

At the same time, they hope that it will be their turn soon, and everyone is very conflicted in their hearts.

At this moment, Li Xiaofan finally finished all the paintings, then strode toward the queue, ranking at the back.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Especially people from the same village as Li Xiaofan, they all felt that Li Xiaofan must be crazy.

He was obviously penniless, yet he dared to join the queue of those gentlemen and young ladies.

Some people were even sneering, planning to see how Li Xiaofan would make a fool of himself later.

Sure enough, the rich lady at the end of the queue saw a poor boy wearing rags and linen standing behind her.

His eyebrows immediately stood up, showing an expression of disgust.

"Hey, you little beggar, where did you come from? I blinded you. Is this a place where you can come? Get out of here. If you soil my clothes, be careful. I'll have your legs broken." "

This voice soon attracted the attention of other young masters and young ladies, and then they also showed mocking expressions.

"Hahaha, such a lowly village man dares to come here and line up. Someone, please fork him out, don't stain the eyes of the immortal masters."

"Hmph! I think this kid is a coward. Seeing that Sister An is pretty, he wanted to get close to Sister An under the pretense of queuing up. He obviously had bad intentions. Someone came and threw him off the mountain... ..”