A treasure map every day, I dig for treasure and revitalize my family

The rising sun rises in the east, and the light of dawn penetrates the clouds and shines on the thousands of green mountains, making this fairy gate quickly become lively.

On the huge square on the main peak, guests from various sects were already pouring out of the pavilions.

On the stands outside the square, all the disciples of Qianzhong Qingshan were present.

This is their home court, and all inner disciples have the opportunity to watch such a grand event.

As for the outer disciples, only a few who have secured a place to help in the square have the opportunity to stay in the square for a while after finishing their chores.

As for the handyman disciples, there is no need to think about it. They can't even enter the main peak.

On several high platforms, figures have already appeared at this moment.

Several Dao Lords and the disciples they brought each occupied a high platform.

Guan Xiaoxiao was sitting cross-legged next to Han Tianming, while the Han family and Lin Shiqing were sitting cross-legged on the steps in front of them.

This will ensure that everyone can clearly see the situation below.

"Fellow Taoist Shenri is also very good at training his disciples..."

Guan Xiaoxiao carefully looked at the younger generations of the Han family brought by Han Tianming, and couldn't help but praise them.

She could easily see the cultivation level of these young people, and deduce their approximate age from the aura of life origin emanating from them.

Being able to enter the Nascent Soul realm at the age of more than 20 is a true pride of heaven anywhere.

Especially since these people don't seem to be particularly talented?

At least it's not a spiritual root.

The better the talent, the faster the cultivation. This is a basic common sense in the world of immortality.

Like their Tongwushan disciples, none of the thirteen disciples had Tianling roots, even the fourteenth disciple who had not yet officially started.

There are even mutated heavenly spiritual roots among them.

Of course, people's talents also need to be displayed on a suitable stage in order to be fully displayed.

If the Tianling Root is in an ordinary sect and cannot receive good resource protection, the speed of cultivation may be restricted by external objects.

Without affecting the foundation, the faster you practice, it means you can save more time and have more longevity. Only when you reach a higher level in the future, you will not be afraid of being stuck in the bottleneck period!

The longer one's lifespan is, the greater the potential to enter advanced realms.

If there is a certain chance bonus, the achievements will naturally be higher.

In the world of immortal cultivation, possessing the Heavenly Spiritual Root does not necessarily mean you will be able to reach a certain level.

More often than not, it is just a ticket to a higher realm.

Of course, qualifications are not everything.

Tianling roots may not be able to become the leader of the Tao Lord, and mixed spiritual roots may not be able to dominate one party.

As long as there are enough opportunities and amazing luck, nothing is impossible.

It's just that the number of people who are blessed by nature is small after all, and those who have the most in this world are all living beings, the general public.

The end point of the immortal road is to become an immortal, but this end is far out of reach.

For most people, the better the talent, the closer they can get to this end point.

But none of the people in the Han family have the so-called Tianling root.

This made Daojun Fengyi feel even more incredible.

Even the girl with the highest cultivation level only has two spiritual roots.

That's why she said that Han Tianming can train them. With the current achievements of these young people, few of her junior brothers and sisters have achieved it.

Han Tianming was a little helpless when she stared at him, because some things didn't need to be said in detail.

If your talent is not good, you will naturally have to use resources to make up for it.

In order for these double spiritual roots and triple spiritual roots to surpass ordinary heavenly spiritual roots, and even some powerful heavenly spiritual root disciples, the resources required must be extremely precious.

Some answers are already on the horizon.

He quickly changed the subject: "What do you think of the little demons under the Demon King's seat?"

Fengyi Daojun's train of thought was indeed led away by him.

"There are still a few people with extraordinary blood."

"The one with horns on his head, the one with spots on his face..."

Although these little demons are still young, they have a good background.

The blood in the body is very powerful. It was already a level three monster when it was born, and now it has reached level four.

The young dragon that was noisy in front of Fengyi Daojun's stall a few days ago was the one with horns on its head as she said.

It has reached the fourth level of mid-level, and its parents may be powerful demon dragons.

With such a level, he can almost sweep through the hundreds of competitions!

The only two people who can compete with him are probably the Han family.

But in the same realm, monsters with high blood purity often have the advantage and are more powerful than humans in the same realm.

This comes from their powerful physical bodies, which can often withstand a lot of damage.

This strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries is unacceptable to human monks.

Both sides use the most powerful means, and hitting the monster may seriously injure him.

But if it hits a human monk of the same realm, it may be directly fatal!

"I remember that there should be no dragon demon king with such pure blood in the Ten Thousand Demons Palace. I wonder whose descendant this son is..."

It was rare for Guan Xiaoxiao to be so serious and rigorous, but she quickly shook her head. She often thought about such complicated things and then forgot about them.

Very good at reducing stress on myself.

"There is another one, who is protected by a strange treasure, and it's hard to see where his realm is."

Han Tianming also paid attention to the person she mentioned.

That was a young man who could hardly see the characteristics of the demon race. He held a feather fan and wore colorful clothes. He looked like a young man from a wealthy family.

The less you can see the realm of cultivation, the more you should not underestimate it.

"Did you hear it?"

Han Tianming asked everyone in front of him with a smile.

"I heard it!"

Everyone in the Han family responded in unison, only Lin Shiqing looked very nervous.

Han Tianming knew that he was carrying some pressure.

First, he didn't want to live up to his teachings and didn't dare to let down the reputation of the Taoist Master Shenri.

Second, he had been away from home for three years and wanted to perform well to make his father proud.

What happened in the Water Palace was still vivid in his mind.

Although his father was the lord of the palace, he should have been admired by everyone, but he, the son who couldn't practice, became a layer of haze shrouding his father.

Everyone in the world is like this, always likes to find flaws in perfect things, and use this as a topic of conversation after dinner.

Although most people won't say it to his face, the rumors will never stop.

Lin Shiqing has heard a lot of words like "a good father makes a good son".

He could ignore those words, hasn't he been like this for more than ten years?

But he wanted to live up to his father who had protected him from the wind and rain for more than ten years, so at this moment, the more he wanted his father to be proud, the more pressure he carried.

At this time, a broad hand gently rested on his shoulder, very warm, as if carrying some special, reassuring power.

Lin Shiqing turned around and saw the face that he was most familiar with in the past three years.

And the master...

He felt a little relieved, and at this time, a long bell sound slowly resounded in the thousands of green mountains.

"Ding..."