Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Fire Crow Taoist glared at him, "Don't think I'm old, this old man is much stronger than you young'uns! Don't believe me? I'll spar with you!"

"Han Laoqi" was already a bit disgruntled, but seeing that this old man was not only strong but also had a fiery temper, he didn't want to clash with him. However, unwilling to swallow his anger, he pretended to be disdainful and said, "So what if you're strong? The Holy Church is recruiting miners, not just looking for strongmen. You also need to be able to cultivate a bit of Holy Art, otherwise, how will you mine those Holy Stones! At your age, you can still cultivate Holy Art? Go home and take care of your grandchildren!"

Fire Crow Taoist was furious. He turned around, squeezed next to "Han Laoqi", and his two round eyes almost touched the sturdy young man's face. "Who said I, Old Yuan, can't cultivate Holy Art? I insist on cultivating it. Looking at your dull-witted face, you might not be better than this old man!"

The two men's quarrel immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding crowd, and even the Candle God Cult members in the tavern noticed them.

A burly man in his thirties, wearing a red cloak, shouted, "What are you two arguing about? If you want to apply to be miners for my Holy Church, go line up and register at the entrance. Also, we don't accept anyone over forty!"

As soon as these words came out, "Han Laoqi" laughed and mocked Fire Crow Taoist, "Old man, how old are you this year? Sixty-nine, or seventy-eight?"

Fire Crow Taoist was furious. He reached out, grabbed "Han Laoqi" by the collar, and lifted him straight up, no matter how the strong man struggled, it was all in vain. When the people nearby saw that a fight was about to break out, they quickly backed away.

Fire Crow Taoist shook "Han Laoqi" left and right a few times, threw him hard on the ground, and turned to leave.

Zhang Yuanjing received Fire Crow Taoist's voice transmission and did not leave with him, but instead squeezed into the line at the tavern entrance.

Before a large blue wooden door, two Candle God Cult Blood Refining Realm demonic cultivators were divided into three groups, questioning and registering the people who came to apply.

Zhang Yuanjing listened for a while and saw that the questions were nothing more than ordinary things such as place of origin, age, what kind of work they usually did, and whether they were literate. Then, they would teach a short ditty and have them recite it immediately.

This ditty was only sixty words long, and it went: "The Azure Sky is above, all spirits are like flies. The world is difficult, and suffering is upon us. The Candle God descends, taking pity on us commoners. The Holy Church is founded, imparting the scriptures. Both peace and tranquility are fostered, and supernatural powers are achieved. Natural disasters can be resisted, and misfortunes will not arise. The blazing holy fire will never be extinguished, forever protecting the devout!"

The cult member asking the questions only recited it once, but none of the applicants failed to recite it, and all of them recited it without a single mistake.

At first, Zhang Yuanjing was secretly amazed, but later he realized that this ditty had probably already spread and was familiar to the people of these secular kingdoms, so they could easily recite it.

When it was Zhang Yuanjing's turn, he falsely reported his household registration, saying that he was from Donggangtou Town, named Lu Erhei, and muddled through. The Candle God Cult didn't seem to care about this. As for reciting the ditty, he naturally completed it easily.

The cult member asking the questions gave him a wooden sign and said, "Tomorrow morning, wait by the Xiaoyue Pavilion three miles east of the city."

When Zhang Yuanjing heard this, it seemed a bit different, so he asked, "May I ask this holy envoy, why are all the people in front of me going to the north of the city, but I am going to the east?"

The cult member raised his eyes and glared at him, "Go wherever you're told to go, why are you so talkative!"

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanjing quickly turned around and squeezed into the crowd to leave.

He walked south of the city for about a mile and did not see Fire Crow Taoist, which made him a little surprised.

So, he used his divine sense to investigate the city, but saw that in a residence in the north of the city, Fire Crow Taoist and fifteen or sixteen people were sitting around three wooden tables, eating and drinking, and laughing loudly.

As soon as his divine sense swept over, Fire Crow Taoist immediately noticed it, looked up, shook his head, and then continued to eat heartily.

At this time, a young man in white walked out of the inner room, smiling and talking to them.

Zhang Yuanjing's eyes narrowed, and he found that this person was actually a demonic cultivator, and his cultivation was not low, at least at the seventh or eighth level of the Blood Refining Realm. Judging from his aura, he was not old, no more than thirty years old.

He knew that Fire Crow Taoist must have made another discovery, so he withdrew his divine sense and went to an inn in the south of the city to wait first.

After half a day, Fire Crow Taoist came back with a flushed face from drinking.

"Senior, who is that demonic cultivator?"

"Hehe, this person claims to be from the Yannan Kingdom branch of the Holy Church. He came here to recruit talented people and impart the Holy Church's techniques. Anyone who achieves success can join the church and become a soldier. In my opinion, this person's identity is a bit strange, perhaps he is the rogue cultivator we have been searching for!" Fire Crow Taoist said with a smile.

"Oh, why does senior make such a judgment?"

"Because those who were invited by this person to that residence along with me are not talented people, at most they are just a bit obsessed with cultivating the Candle God Church's techniques. Therefore, I think this person is probably not from a proper background, so let me investigate his roots."

Zhang Yuanjing then told him about his application, and the two of them agreed to act separately and then decide on the next step.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yuanjing went to the Xiaoyue Pavilion outside the east gate. This place was where people in the city stopped to bid farewell to friends and relatives who were traveling far away.

When Zhang Yuanjing arrived, there were already thirty or forty people waiting here, including teenagers in their teens and adults in their thirties like him, but most of them were young people in their twenties. "Han Laoqi" was also among them.

After observing for a while, Zhang Yuanjing found that these people all had good aptitudes, and he immediately had a plan in mind.

As the golden sun rose high, the burly middle-aged man who had stopped Fire Crow Taoist and "Han Laoqi" from arguing in the tavern appeared with three others.

He didn't say any polite words, but went straight to the point and said to everyone, "Everyone, you are all talented people, suitable for cultivating the Holy Church's techniques. Those who are willing to accept the entry trial can stay here. If you are not willing, then go to the north gate to become Holy Church miners and go to the mountains to mine. Do you understand?"

The crowd stirred, mostly out of excitement, but a few people showed hesitant expressions.

"Okay, since everyone understands, let me see your choices!"

The crowd quieted down, and most people looked at the middle-aged man with expectant eyes. A few people hesitated for a few breaths, but still moved out of the crowd, bowed to the middle-aged man, and left in a hurry.

The middle-aged man did not stop them, but simply nodded and let them leave.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, seeing that no one else was leaving, he said, "Very good, everyone is sincere and determined to join the Holy Church. Now, I will give you the trial pills. Those who can endure without giving up can become disciples of the Holy Church and enter the Holy Fire Valley for training."

With a wave of his hand, the three people behind him began to distribute a kind of black, round, pungent-smelling, broad bean-sized pill to everyone.

Zhang Yuanjing took one and secretly examined it with his divine sense. It was some kind of blood-strengthening and bone-strengthening pill, and there was nothing wrong with it.

When all sixty-odd people in the field had received the pills, the burly middle-aged man shouted, "Take the pills!"

The crowd either simply, or watched, or hesitated, but under the middle-aged man's repeated urging, they all stuffed the pills into their mouths.

Before long, the originally peaceful Xiaoyue Pavilion became a scene of wailing and howling, as if it had become an execution ground.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanjing also pretended to be in pain and shouted loudly.