Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

Facing the crowd's dissatisfaction, the blue-robed venerable coughed a few times and said, "I'm sorry, the rules of this assessment are indeed unreasonable."

After hearing what the Blue-robed Reverend said, the noise in the arena quieted down, and everyone looked up at the Blue-robed Reverend, waiting for his next words.

"But..." the blue-robed venerable continued, "Because the rules have been like this for the past few days, they cannot be changed. Otherwise, it will be unfair to fellow Taoists in other fields. I deeply regret what happened to you in the illusion, but the way to cultivate immortals is originally a path of comprehensive strength and luck. I hope that fellow Taoists can have a deeper understanding of this assessment..."

The field fell into a dead silence. Everyone originally thought that the blue-robed venerable would say something like re-evaluation, or a more appropriate way of evaluation, but he unexpectedly changed the subject and said this.

Isn't this Chunchun Laoliu?

There are people on the field, some are happy and some are sad.

Some of them were not very powerful, but because of good luck, they had never encountered Yan Su. They survived until the end and killed a few people and then jumped into the top 50. They were greatly relieved to hear the words of the blue-robed venerable. However, those who obviously had high strength and talent but were eliminated directly because they met Yan Su early on, were complaining bitterly.

No matter what, the wailing on the field could not change the outcome. Except for the first fifty, the remaining four hundred and fifty people were taken away by the disciples.

The most annoying one here was the one in the late Nascent Soul stage. He was so angry that his face turned green. When he passed in front of Yan Su, his eyes were full of fire.

However, when Yan Su raised her eyes indifferently, he immediately retracted his gaze, walked away with a stern face and puffed cheeks.

He was simply angry, furious, cowardly and afraid of Yan Su.

"Little monks, follow me." After the eliminated people left, there were only fifty people left on the field. The charming woman in red who had been sitting in her seat stood up calmly and spoke to everyone.

After saying this, she twisted her slender waist, walked down from the stage slowly, and went straight into the hall.

When everyone heard her words, they looked at each other and then followed.

As soon as he entered the hall, Fu Sheng smelled a very faint fragrance. He couldn't help but frowned, thinking that there was something familiar in the fragrance. After distinguishing it, he immediately exclaimed: "Quickly block your sense of smell, there is a dream-eating flower in here!"

"There's a strange smell, don't breathe!"

Two voices spoke at the same time, and the other reminder came from Jiang Hanyue.

Hearing each other's voices, Fu Sheng and Jiang Hanyue couldn't help but look at each other.

Jiang Hanyue had been learning medicine since childhood, so it was normal for him to be familiar with spiritual herbs. As for Fu Sheng, it was because he had planted herbs for Master Fang Yun for a full ten days in Xuanxian Sect. Although he didn't finish planting them in the end, he was able to remember a lot of rare and strange spiritual herbs.

This dream-eating flower has a hallucinogenic effect. In order to play a trick on her, Master Fang Yun asked her to smell it deliberately. Afterwards, she fell into a dream and behaved in an ugly way. Master Fang Yun couldn't stand it anymore and pulled her out of the dream. When planting it later, Fu Sheng blocked her sense of smell.

When everyone heard what Fu Sheng and Jiang Hanyue said, they all became nervous, and the woman in red was also a little surprised when she heard it, and couldn't help but look at Fu Sheng.

She knew that Jiang Hanyue was famous for his medical skills and alchemy, and she thought that Jiang Hanyue would discover the clues, but she didn't expect that this cultivator named Zhen Jiaming would also be able to discover it.

Amid the panic of the crowd, the woman in red spoke up: "The most important test on the road to becoming an immortal is one's heart. If one's heart is not stable, even if one's cultivation is perfected, one cannot become a god."

Her voice was gentle and every word she spoke was captivating.

Although Fu Sheng immediately blocked his sense of smell after realizing it was the dream-eating flower, his mind was still a little unclear.

The voice of the woman in red was still slowly coming to my ear——

"Now, the third level of the assessment officially begins. The people who break through the dream in a shorter time will be ranked. The people who break through the dream in a shorter time will have a better chance of entering the Tianyan Sect."

"Dreams reflect reality. Little monks, I wish you good luck..."

As the Red-robed Reverend uttered his last words, Fu Sheng's consciousness finally became confused, his body softened, and he fell down.

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When Fu Sheng opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in front of a table, holding a paintbrush in his hand. On the table was a huge piece of white paper with a half-painted horse on it.

"What are you running around for?"

There was a light tap on his head. Fu Sheng looked up and saw his mother looking at him with a smile.

"Mom, I don't want to draw. I want to go out and play." Fu Sheng said with a pout.

"Be good and finish this painting first. If your painting is great, I will consider taking you out to play." The mother said gently.

"Humph, Mom is lying! You said the same thing last time. The bunny I drew last time was obviously very good, but you still didn't take me out!" Fu Sheng said aggrievedly, "Other children my age are taken out by their parents every weekend, but I'm six years old and have never been to an amusement park. Apart from going to school every day, I learn painting from you and learn kung fu from dad..."

Perhaps it was because of the innocent words of a child that her mother said something that hurt her soft heart. Before Fu Sheng could finish her words, her mother hugged her tightly and said, "I'm sorry, Fu Sheng. It's my fault... I'm sorry..."

Feeling the warmth dripping from his head, Fu Sheng looked up and found that his mother's cheeks were full of tears. He raised his little hand in panic to wipe her tears and said softly: "Mom, why are you crying? Okay, I was just talking casually. I know you want to teach me skills, so that I can stand out in front of my classmates and make them envy me! Look, I'm drawing obediently now, don't cry, mom..."

Fu Sheng finished painting the picture later, but his mother still didn't take him out.

In Fu Sheng's memory, her mother always taught her to draw, from flowers, trees, mountains and rivers, to birds, beasts, fish and insects, and then to human portraits. Fu Sheng learned more about three-dimensional simulation painting, and rarely learned oil painting, cartoons and watercolors.

Her father always taught her some physical skills, from shooting to boxing, from horse riding to swordsmanship, in all areas, Fu Sheng was basically familiar with them at a young age.

Just like this, day after day, years after years, it was like a movie with the camera speed adjusted up, with the images constantly switching quickly.

And every frame of the paused shot is basically repeated.

Just like that, the scene suddenly changed. On Fu Sheng’s tenth birthday, her parents specially asked for leave for her. Instead of going to school, they took her to the amusement park.

That day is the most vivid day in Fu Sheng’s memory. It was the first time for Fu Sheng to go to the amusement park. Fu Sheng and his parents played from morning to night and were so happy that they couldn’t stop smiling.

After the game was over, Fu Sheng said happily: "Mom and Dad, can we come and play again next time?"

But the parents just smiled and didn't respond.

The day after her tenth birthday, Fu Sheng woke up to find her parents gone. A young man who was a dozen years older than her and claimed to be her uncle came to her house and took her away.

Fu Sheng saw her parents again a week later. Her uncle held two urns in front of her.