The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river.

In the blink of an eye, two months passed.

As dawn breaks, nearly a thousand disciples have gathered at the center of Mingxia Island.

The annual induction ceremony for new disciples is about to begin.

Zhan Nianchuan hung up his inner disciple's token, and was shocked to find that there were only three other people wearing golden tokens like him. The other two were a charming girl with a graceful figure, picturesque features, and big watery eyes. Keep looking at him. One is a sturdy man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he always has a simple and honest smile on his face.

As soon as the two people saw him, they greeted each other with smiles and took the initiative to stand behind him, catching Zhan Nianchuan off guard, who had originally planned to stand at the end.

When the nearly a thousand new disciples next to them saw Zhan Nianchuan and the other three, most of them had extremely envious expressions on their faces.

Zhan Nianchuan frowned slightly and began to look at the surrounding environment.

On the left is a mountain peak rising from the ground, which is ten thousand feet high. Looking up, you can only see the mountainside. Below the mountain peak is the huge square where they are located. It can accommodate tens of thousands of people without any problem. Now there are only more than a thousand people, which seems sparse. There is a square high platform in the direction of the square towards the mountain peak, and behind the high platform is a huge sculpture. A thin old man wearing Taoist robes. Next to the square are rows of gray buildings, which look neat and beautiful.

Most of the nearly a thousand new disciples were casual cultivators, and none of them wore the disciple uniforms issued by the sect. Some of the disciples knew each other, and they were chatting, laughing, and saying hello. The whole square seemed chaotic.

When the rising sun cast its first golden light, the noisy discussion below suddenly died down.

Several distinguished-looking people wearing gray robes from the Tianfu Sect stepped onto the high square platform in the center of the square.

I saw that they were both men and women, wearing various magical weapons. They looked calm and calm. At first glance, they were people in high positions.

An old man in the middle with short clothes and a big belly stepped forward a few steps. His small eyes sunk into the pile of flesh glanced at the many casual cultivators below, and a layered smile appeared on his face:

"I'm welcome to join the Tianfu Sect!"

After hearing these words, all the disciples present shouted in unison:

"See the sect master!"

Mo Buli nodded with satisfaction, his eyes swept over Zhan Nianchuan and the other three people, and he was secretly happy.

This year's newcomers are very good. There are three people whose spiritual consciousness is more than double that of ordinary people. This has not been seen for many years.

As for the qualifications of Zhan Nianchuan and others, he doesn't care too much. As long as their spiritual consciousness is far higher than the same level, they can devote a lot of resources to push them to the foundation building level, which will allow them to refine a large number of second-level talismans. .

Besides, if casual cultivators can reach the eighth level of Qi Condensation, how much worse can they be?

With this in mind, he smiled even more, looked at the nearly a thousand disciples below, and continued to say:

"Fellow Taoists, I believe you already know that our Tianfu Sect is different from other sects in that we can come and go freely, but..." He deliberately paused for a moment before continuing: "The prerequisite for freedom is that you want to Complete the task you should complete! In our Tianfu Sect, there is only one task, which is to refine the talisman! As long as you complete the refining task, you can do whatever you want, and the sect will not interfere. "

All the disciples in the audience were silent, listening attentively.

"Now, all disciples will follow me to respect our ancestor, Master Tianfu!"

Mo Buli turned around and looked at the statue of Master Tianfu behind him, with a fanatical look in his eyes, and bowed slowly and deeply to him.

All the disciples in the audience followed closely behind Mo Buli and bowed deeply to the statue.

All disciples respect the former strongest man in Cangzhou from the bottom of their hearts. In addition to his cultivation skills and creation, there are also many talismans he created, which have a great influence on the entire Cangzhou and even the world of human cultivation. important influence.

It can be said that without Master Tianfu, there would be no great prosperity of Fu Dao in the world.

Then several elders came forward and told the disciples what they needed to pay attention to. Zhan Nianchuan listened carefully and felt that he was indeed in the right place.

In general, there are very few restrictions on the disciples, and the treatment is not low. New disciples get ten spirit stones every month, and can also listen to the elders' sermons.

In this aspect alone, Xuantian Sect is absolutely inferior. Zhan Nianchuan smiled bitterly when he thought of the spiritual stone he received every month as a disciple of the sect.

I wonder if these elders had too few opportunities to speak, but they kept talking nonsense, which made Zhan Nianchuan feel sleepy. The most outrageous one was an old man with rosacea, who actually talked for half an hour. The loud voice was like a demonic sound penetrating the ears, causing all the disciples great pain.

After observation, Zhan Nianchuan found that even Mo Buli was in awe of him. He didn't know whether it was because the old man with rosacea was very strong or because his loud voice was too scary. Zhan Nianchuan estimated that it was probably the latter.

"Okay, there is one last aspect left that I want to talk about."

Hearing this, Zhan Nianchuan's spirit was lifted, and he felt that the hope of relief was ahead. The other disciples also breathed a sigh of relief, with joy on their faces, and some even had tears in their eyes.

Anyone who was bombarded by this loud voice for more than half an hour would not be able to bear it.

However, just when the disciples were overjoyed, the old man with rosacea showed a mysterious smile and his voice became a little louder:

"The last aspect is the most important. I want to explain it in detail. You should listen carefully."

Zhan Nianchuan suddenly felt something bad in his heart, and then he watched the old guy's mouth keep opening and closing, spitting out a few chilling words:

"The last aspect contains eight key points..."

All the disciples in the audience were dumbfounded and extremely angry in their hearts. They all wanted to beat up this nagging old guy. The sound of cracking joints kept ringing in the crowd.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Zhan Nianchuan's mouth. Since he couldn't stop the hateful old guy, he had to force his attention to other aspects and look at the elders on the stage.

Among them, the most eye-catching one is naturally a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing purple clothes who still retains her charm. She has a calm demeanor and exudes a powerful aura. Judging from her position among the people, she should be ranked only among Mo Buli. Next, I am afraid he is the master of a peak.

Feeling Zhan Nianchuan's gaze, the beautiful woman smiled at him and seemed to have a good impression of him.

Zhan Nianchuan calmly withdrew his gaze, secretly thinking about how to deal with the current situation.

From the way the elders on the stage looked at her, Zhan Nianchuan was sure that she would be favored. After all, it was very rare for monks to have spiritual consciousness that was twice that of ordinary people. Among the nearly a thousand casual cultivators who were recruited, there were only three of them. You can tell by getting the golden token.

An hour later.

The old man with rosacea finally closed his mouth and retreated into the crowd, giving the central position to Mo Buli.

Looking at the disciples whose vitality was seriously injured, Mo Buli sighed secretly in his heart. He understood that these disciples wanted to end this lengthy initiation ceremony as soon as possible, so he said simply:

"The token will show which peak you are assigned to. You must report there tomorrow and disband!"

As if they had been pardoned, the disciples immediately dispersed like birds and beasts. The venue was extremely noisy for a while, but many elders on the stage did not care about it. Their eyes were focused on Zhan Nianchuan and three other people wearing gold medals. The inner disciples were spinning around, refusing to leave.