I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

As the two people continued to move forward, the surrounding scenery gradually became clearer and more vivid, like a slowly unfolding painting.

The sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, dappling onto this makeshift market for practitioners, adding a touch of warmth and brightness to this busy and vibrant space.

I saw wandering cultivators coming from all directions, wearing colorful and unique costumes.

They may look solemn and set out on their journey alone without looking around.

Or they gather in groups of two or three, talking in low voices, sharing each other's experiences in spiritual practice and their aspirations for the future.

Their figures shuttled through the crowd, and together they formed a force that could not be underestimated, slowly advancing towards the core area where Wanjing Sect was recruiting disciples.

On both sides of the road, Wan Jingzong disciples, wearing the same black disciple uniforms, stood on both sides.

They were busy and orderly running their respective stalls, shouting loudly from time to time to attract the attention of passing monks.

On the stall, various bottles of elixirs were neatly arranged, with labels on the bottles clearly indicating the efficacy and price of the elixir. There was a wide variety of medicines on sale, from panaceas for improving cultivation to essential medicines for healing and detoxification.

In addition, there are various talismans hanging in a corner of the stall, swaying gently in the wind. Each talisman contains different spells and powers, waiting to be chosen by the right person.

And those spiritual weapons that were gleaming with light attracted the attention of many monks. Some of them were as sharp as swords, while others were simple and heavy. Each one was carefully forged and could greatly enhance the monks' combat effectiveness.

Although the entire market is small in scale, it is extremely lively.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, and whispers of monks communicating intertwined together to form a unique symphony of practitioners.

If it weren't for the faint mist that occasionally drifts in from afar, giving people a vague sense of a fairyland that transcends the mundane world, this place would be almost the same as an earthly market, full of the daily life and the persistent pursuit of spiritual practice.

He Ronger and Xu Chong walked through the bustling crowd without stopping, as if they were traveling through the corridor of time, and walked quickly towards the end where the crowd gathered with a clear goal.

There was an indescribable determination and expectation in their eyes, as if there was some invisible force pulling them forward.

Soon, a more magnificent scene came into view.

A towering mansion stands proudly. Its architectural style is simple yet solemn, with flying eaves, carved beams and painted buildings. Every detail reveals an extraordinary atmosphere.

He Ronger involuntarily slowed down her pace, slowly raised her head, and her eyes passed through the layers of eaves, finally stopping on the plaque hanging above the high gate.

The three big characters "Wan Jing Zong" are written with vigorous brushstrokes, like a dragon and a phoenix dancing, revealing an otherworldly charm.

This familiar handwriting seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, instantly touching a string deep in her heart. An indescribable warmth and nostalgia surged into her heart, making her involuntarily stand still.

Just as she was immersed in this sudden emotional fluctuation, a sudden push broke the silence around her.

A slightly impatient voice sounded from behind, with a bit of impatience: "Who is this? You are standing here and getting in the way. Get out of the way!"

He Ronger was suddenly awakened by the sudden push, her body swayed slightly, and then she quickly stabilized herself.

She turned around quickly, her sharp eyes fixed on the man who had just withdrawn his hand.

The man was wearing a slightly worn servant's uniform, his face full of disdain and arrogance, with a scornful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the push just now was just a trivial matter.

Seeing He Ronger looking back at him, he not only did not show any apology, but instead glared at her fiercely, as if warning her not to meddle in other people's business.

He Ronger's gaze swept past the arrogant servant and naturally fell on another man standing not far behind him.

He was a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes. He had an upright figure and a handsome face, but his expression was filled with an indescribable loneliness and indifference, as if everything around him was not pleasing to his eyes.

He Ronger just glanced at him indifferently, then quickly looked away, secretly pondering the identity of this person in her heart.

Xu Chong, who was standing nearby, witnessed all this and his face instantly darkened.

How could he tolerate his friend being treated like this?

In anger, he almost rushed forward to argue with the servant, and even raised his finger to point at the man, ready to scold him.

However, at this critical moment, He Ronger gently pulled his sleeve, and said in a soft but firm voice: "Xu Chong, I'm fine. We have important things to do on this trip, and we can't delay the trip because of these trivial matters. Don't make trouble."

After hearing this, although Xu Chong's anger had not completely subsided, he understood that what He Ronger said made sense.

He sighed helplessly, glared at the servant fiercely, and finally could only snort coldly, suppressing his dissatisfaction and swallowing back the anger that was about to erupt.

The two exchanged a tacit look, then squeezed to the front of the crowd and joined the queue.

In front of the Wanjing Sect gate, although there were many monks queuing up waiting for the assessment, the order was well maintained. It was obvious that the management here was extremely efficient.

The assessment process is simple and direct, and only tests the cultivator's mental strength.

As long as you can use your mental power to gently lift a glass of water on the table, you will have passed the initial screening.

As time went by, the time of an incense stick seemed to pass in a flash, and the originally crowded line shrank rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, only a few of the thirty or so cultivators in front of He Ronger and Xu Chong were still holding on.

There was a tense and exciting atmosphere in the air, and everyone was praying silently, hoping that they could be the lucky one.

Xu Chong looked at the people ahead who were leaving sadly due to failure, and the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

He knew very well that his mental power was not outstanding, and he had never used his mental power for practical operations before, which made him doubt his own abilities.

At this moment, He Ronger noticed Xu Chong's uneasiness. She smiled gently, her eyes full of encouragement and warmth.

She calmly used her spiritual sense to transfer a series of simple methods and techniques for training mental power directly into Xu Chong's mind. Although these methods were not complicated, they were extremely practical and were the valuable experience that He Ronger had accumulated over the years in using mental power to refine medicine.

When Xu Chong heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He immediately followed the method taught by He Ronger, closed his eyes, and concentrated on training his mental strength.

When some people saw that Xu Chong had just started to cultivate his spiritual power at this time, they all showed disdainful expressions.

"If we can only cram at the last minute, wouldn't that be a waste of all the hard work we put into our training over the years?"

"If you don't have the ability, get out of here and don't waste my time waiting in line!"

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