Chapter 2

Two years later, another year is spring when flowers bloom. Yaoshan Floating Dust Sect, the main peak, and the red kites blooming brightly, red like fire.

Every time Chengyu saw this scene, he felt something ignited in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

He took a look and walked into the magnificent hall. The head of the sect, Wang Yan, was looking at the account book with a smile. Some treasures were added to it, which made him grin.

Wang Yan raised his eyes and saw Chengyu coming in, and instantly put away the corner of his mouth, and returned to his calm and heavy-hearted mastery.

Chengyu twitched his eyebrows, and pretended not to see it, so he stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Master, this year's disciple selection is about to begin, what instructions does Master have?"

Wang Yan nodded and said lightly: "It's the same as before."

Chengyu nodded: "Yes."

“How is the situation this year?”

"There are tens of thousands of people, almost the same as last time." He paused, "As before, disciples from other sects mingled among them and secretly snatched people."

Wang Yan waved his hand casually, not caring: "Don't worry, let them snatch it, and the hearts that can be snatched away are not sincere, so naturally I can't pass the path of asking for my heart." As he said that, the calmness on his face broke his skills again, and he couldn't help but smile proudly, "Who made our Fuchen Sect always be the most popular immortal sect for so many years?"

When the disciples are selected every three years, there are more people coming to the Fuchen Sect than the other seven major sects combined.

Cheng Yu pursed his lips and raised his hand to block the corner of his mouth that was also raised. He coughed. Wang Yan immediately smiled, glanced at him, and said seriously: "What are you still standing here? Go quickly and go quickly. Brush your eyes to highlight. You can't let evil people join our Fuchen Sect."

Chengyu replied, “Yes, Master.”

While lowering his head, he couldn't help rolling his eyes. Who knew that the selection of disciples of the Fuchen Sect has always been the easiest in the cultivation world. It doesn't look at fate or relationships. The only condition is to pass the path of asking for your heart. No matter what qualifications are, they are disciples of the Fuchen Sect. If you can't pass, even if your father is a Daluo Jinxian, the Fuchen Sect will not accept it.

The road to asking the heart is the road to trying the heart. Those who are selected are all very good-minded and evil people, so it is naturally impossible to live the road to asking the heart. The heads and elders of other sects have secretly envied and jealous of their cheating formations behind their backs for many times.

He turned around and wanted to leave, and there was another coughing sound from behind, and Wang Yan's voice transmission came from his ears, as if he was afraid that others would eavesdrop on him: "You go and see it yourself. If you have good qualifications, give me a look. Your uncles are like robbers. It depends on you whether our main peak can recruit another disciple this year."

Cheng Yu twitched his lips, nodded slightly, turned around and left the main hall, and couldn't help laughing. I'm afraid this is the purpose of the master calling him.

At the foot of Yaoshan Mountain, there is a large flat land, and at this time, there are tens of thousands of people standing there. Some people avoid others and stand independently, and more of them are in groups of three or five, talking enthusiastically. Among the crowd, there are people from fifty or sixty years old to teenagers. Everyone knows that the Fuchen Sect accepts disciples without judging their age. As long as you can walk up by yourself, no matter who you are, you can become a disciple of the Fuchen Sect.

It is said that an old man, who was nearly 70 years old, successfully walked up and became a disciple of the Fuchen Sect. Later, he successfully built the foundation and lived for nearly a hundred years.

So, people are still there and their hearts are not old. Who knows if the next lucky person will be one of them?

In the crowd, a man in gray who looked very ordinary, looked at the clouds in front of him from the foot of the mountain. He didn't know how long the stairs there were above the clouds. He sighed heavily, and then he finally successfully attracted the curiosity of the people around him.

It was a man in blue with a face as beautiful as a jade, with a starry eyebrow and a clear eyebrow. He had a sword hanging around his waist. Among the rough men, he was simply a flock of cranes.

"Why did you sigh?"

A hint of joy flashed through the man in gray eyes, and it was fleeting. His face was heavy: "Brother, I don't know anything. I heard that this Fuchen Sect's path of asking questions is extremely sad. Every time I come here, there are tens of thousands of people, but only a few of them can walk up in the end."

The man in blue said seriously: "The road to cultivation is full of difficulties and obstacles. When I come here, I naturally have the courage and determination to not be afraid of hardships. If I am afraid before I even start, how can I survive many disasters and embark on the path of immortal cultivation in the future?"

After hearing his words, the man in gray looked brighter and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. He did not choose the wrong person, and this person's qualifications and strength were excellent.

But his face was not visible at all, and he sighed again and continued, "Of course I am not afraid. But before I came, I have been hesitating between the Fuchen Sect and the Xuanguang Sect. Both sects are excellent immortal sects. Although the Fuchen Sect is only ranked seventh, it has a long inheritance and a deep accumulation. It is much freer to the disciples than other sects. The Xuanguang Sect is the first immortal sect in the cultivation world. All kinds of resources are much better than the Fuchen Sect. They value the qualifications of their disciples the most, and they have extremely strict requirements on their disciples, and they are also very hard to practice. Therefore, I chose the Fuchen Sect."

The man in green obviously disagrees with his statement: "Brother, I am crazy. I want to seek the truth, so why should I be afraid of hardships?"

The man in gray looked like he suddenly realized and focused his attention: "Brother, you wake me up. If you are afraid of hardship, how can you become an immortal?" He stood up, his face full of firm determination, "Brother, I am going to go to the Xuanguang Sect. The number one immortal sect in the cultivation world is my goal."

The man in green was stunned for a moment, and then the man in gray said to him: "Brother, I see you are carrying a sword, I must be a sword lover. The Xuanguang Sect proves the truth with swords. It is more suitable for you, but you might as well go with me. With your qualifications, you will definitely become a disciple of the Xuanguang Sect, or even pass on the disciples in person." After that, he looked at him with calm eyes, but he was secretly nervous in the depths of his eyes that others could not see.

The man in green was stunned, as if he didn't understand why he had turned into Xuanguang Sect after a few words.

Before he could answer, someone next to him heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but interrupt: "Since they are all here, try here first. If you can't pass, go to another sect."

The man in gray looked at the man with contempt: "This brother doesn't know anything. All major immortal sects in the cultivation world have unwritten rules and do not accept disciples from other sects. No matter how good the qualifications are, they can only become an outer disciple at most. Therefore, if you choose the wrong immortal sect, you will be cut off the path to immortality."

Many people were very surprised when they heard this. After thinking about it carefully, they felt that it made sense. People need face, let alone the Great Immortal Sect. If you don’t choose this Immortal Sect as soon as possible, you naturally think that this Immortal Sect is not as good as other Immortal Sect, and that Immortal Sect will naturally not choose you.

The man in gray could not wait for the man in blue to answer, and did not say more, he hugged him and turned around and strode away.

The man in green thought about it and actually followed him.

Where everyone couldn't see, the man in gray heard the movement behind him and smiled victoriously at the corner of his mouth.

He observed the man in green for a long time and knew that he just wanted to seek Taoism and had no requirements for which immortal sect. Since that is the case, then the Fuchen Sect can, and the Xuanguang Sect will naturally be better.

So, he finally successfully dug up the corner of the Fuchen Sect, and he was a person with excellent qualifications. After he returned, the leader would definitely reward him heavily. Well, was he choosing a peerless sword or a supreme martial art?

The man in gray left happily. Several people in the crowd looked at the backs of the two of them leaving enviously. Although they were unwilling to accept it, they saw that noon was approaching and the selection was about to begin, so they naturally could not really run for the election, so they had to leave quietly.

Hey, this time I did not complete the tasks assigned by the master, so I don’t know what punishment will be if I go back.

Liuli sat in the corner wearing an inconspicuous beggar costume, holding her head and staring at the clouds in the sky, but in fact she heard what they said clearly. She looked at the disciples of the Fuchen Sect guarding the foot of the mountain, but she had no reaction when she saw that someone was cheated away. The Fuchen Sect was indeed not the Fuchen Sect of the past.

When she was the senior sister of the Fuchen Sect, who dared to come to the Fuchen Sect to dig people? She had to beat the person who was dug and the one who was dug up, and then carried the sedan chair and beat the drums and drums to send them back to the sect that was poaching people. Tell the world that this disciple is what their Fuchen Sect doesn't want.

Her master didn't care about the face of the first immortal gate, so she naturally wanted to protect him.

Now it seems that without the title of first place, it is also beneficial to drop to the tail end. At least, face or something is not that important.

Three thousand years have passed after all, and the Fuchen Sect is not the Fuchen Sect that was originally Fuchen Sect.

She didn't expect to come back again, three thousand years later, after her ascension failed.

Three months ago, grandma passed away, and grandpa followed him not long after being sad. Although she was sad, she knew that this would be the result sooner or later when she woke up two years ago and saw the increasing death aura on the faces of the two old men. The only thing she could do was to spend the last happy time with them so that they could leave without regrets.

She was the only one left in the mountains. After thinking about it, she packed up her burden and came to the Dust Sect.

Here, her physical problems may be able to find a solution.

It took her three months before she finally caught up with the selection of disciples of the Fuchen Sect once every three years.

After a few left, the man who had been instigated to go to Zongyue Sect just now sneered: "What is one of the three immortal sects in the cultivation world? I really think I don't know. I want to fool me, but I have no way to do it."

The people next to him came over curiously: "What does this mean by brother?"

The man didn't hide it: "Just just now, that man always wanted to pull me to the Zongyue Sect with him, saying that the Zongyue Sect ranks in the top three of the eight immortals, and the Fuchen Sect is just the end. You don't know, although the Fuchen Sect is only ranked seventh among the eight sects, it is the most well-deserved sect. Each disciple has countless magic weapons and various means of saving lives are emerging one after another. Every time the secret realm of crisis is full of treasure hunting, the Fuchen Sect's disciples have the highest survival rate. Moreover, the resources of the Fuchen Sect are very fair to the disciples, and you can learn all kinds of martial arts you want to learn. Such a sect is actually said to be useless by the other party. I really think I am a fool and you can cheat."

Many people around him who were uninformed were amazed: "Is what Brother Tai said true?"

The man raised his head slightly and said proudly: "My cousin's second aunt and third uncle's nephew are disciples of the Fuchen Sect. These are all told by him, how could they be fake?"

The others nodded repeatedly after hearing this, their eyes became a little hotter. It seemed that they had chosen to come to the Fuchen Sect. They calmed down again after being instigated.

At this moment, a few disciples of the Fuchen Sect came stepping on the flying sword and landed at the foot of the mountain in a daze. The people were full of righteousness, spirit and clothes, which were much taller than the few guarding the gate. There was no empty space on their bodies where accessories could be hung, and their whole bodies were like moving treasure houses, shining.

Everyone was very excited. It turned out that what the man said just now was true. The Fuchen Sect was indeed rich and powerful.

Even Liuli couldn't help but look slightly, and her eyesight was naturally far from comparable to others. The things on those people were not considered ordinary even three thousand years ago.

She looked at the few people holding their heads and chests, hoping that everyone would see the light of the treasures on their bodies, and even used magic to make the light shining.
Chapter completed!