Cultivation Begins with Cultivating Spiritual Roots

The preaching elder escaped from the mountain peak, and then a white rainbow flew from a distance.

The white glow dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face.

He slapped his waist with one hand, a burst of spiritual light gushed out, and then a huge fairy boat appeared out of thin air in front of everyone's eyes.

"The handyman disciples and the outer disciples who have not succeeded in inspiration go down the mountain by themselves, and the outer disciples who have succeeded in inspiration enter my fairy boat, and I will take you to the Taoist hall!" The middle-aged man said solemnly.

"Thank you for the elder's escort." All the outer disciples saluted, and then they all entered the fairy boat,

"You are the handyman disciple Uncle Mo said, you go in too." The middle-aged man looked at Yang Buyi and said.

"Thank you, Elder." Yang Buyi saluted and boarded the fairy boat.

A group of handyman disciples glanced at Xianzhou enviously, then turned and went down the mountain unwillingly.

As for those outer sect disciples who have not succeeded in inspiration, their eyes are red, and they are deeply ashamed in envy.

Seeing that everyone had entered the fairy boat, the middle-aged man drove the fairy boat away through the sky, and in a blink of an eye, he came to a large hall.

He took away the fairy boat, and everyone appeared, and then solemnly said:

"The journey of cultivating immortals is extremely difficult and dangerous. It cannot be achieved without great luck, great luck, and great wisdom. Today, more than a hundred masters from my sect who established the foundation came here to choose disciples. Whether you can become their disciples depends on your own fortune."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he threw a jade talisman into the sky.

The jade talisman turned into a huge white crane and rushed up to the sky, then exploded from the dome, turned into a ball of dazzling white light and rushed towards the mountains in all directions.

Within a few tens of breaths before and after, I saw a cluster of visions in the sky, and more than a hundred rays of light of various colors shot from all directions, and they came with a thunderous force.

Yang Buyi and the others knew a big person was coming when they saw it, so they couldn't help but quicken their breathing.

Whoosh!

Those escaping lights descended from the sky, landed directly in front of the main hall, and turned into masters who built the foundation with immortal demeanor.

How mighty Master Zhuji was, under the glance of more than a hundred eyes, everyone dared not raise their heads to look at him at all. The aura of an absolute superior made everyone feel a little breathless.

But they quickly restrained their breath.

"Junior Brother Huang, how many disciples have you recruited this time?" An extremely beautiful and plump young woman asked with a smile.

"A total of 4,232 people were recruited this time, and 189 people failed to be inspired. There are many good seedlings, even..."

The middle-aged man paused, showing a mysterious smile, showing off his mystery.

"Even what?"

Seeing his appearance, everyone's pupils converged into one point, staring at him one after another.

"This time there is also a perfect spiritual root owner!"

The middle-aged man paused word by word.

"What? Perfect spiritual root? Where is he?"

All the masters were shocked, and their penetrating eyes swept across the crowd.

"Brothers, don't look at it, that person has been taken away by the ancestor himself." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Old Ancestor...The Ancestor took it away?" Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded in relief.

They can't teach such good seedlings, and if they fall into their hands, it will be a misleading disciple.

Because the spiritual root level is divided into six levels: waste product, ordinary product, good product, ultimate product, perfect, innate, and so on.

Possessing a perfect spiritual root already has the prerequisites for becoming the ancestor of the Yuanying ancestor. As long as the follow-up resources keep up, the Yuanying realm is almost a certainty.

An ancestor in the Nascent Soul Realm is a giant anywhere, enough to protect the sect from foreign enemies for more than a thousand years.

Without the transformation of the gods, practitioners in the Yuanying state of this mortal cultivation world can roam around in all directions and run amok.

It's no wonder they were so shocked when they heard about the perfect spiritual root, after all, they have the potential to become the ancestor of Yuanying.

All the disciples were also envious when they heard it. The disciple who was accepted by the ancestor almost reached the sky in one step. With all kinds of resources thrown at him, he will lack the joy of cultivation.

"Okay, time is precious, I have to go back to alchemy later, so hurry up and choose someone." A long-faced monk with a cold and stern face finished speaking, and fled into the hall first.

All the masters who established the foundation looked at each other and rushed in.

"There are one hundred and eight Foundation Establishment masters. If you can be accepted by them, your future cultivation will be easier. If you don't have that kind of fairy fate, in addition to the monthly regulations issued by the sect every month In addition, you need to rely on yourself to earn contribution points." The middle-aged man said.

"The one hundred and eight peaks of the sect, each peak master is a master of the foundation-building realm. If you can worship under their sect and receive their guidance, you will benefit endlessly and your practice will go a long way." A disciple excitedly said.

Seeing that the disciples were excited, the middle-aged man said: "The disciples with the best spiritual roots go in!"

A hundred disciples walked out and walked into the main hall.

Dozens of breaths passed.

The middle-aged man said again: "Students with good spiritual roots go in."

More than a thousand disciples walked in.

Soon, dozens of escaping lights were seen rising above the main hall, rushing into the sky and disappearing.

"What? Those elders don't choose any more?" Seeing this, some outer disciples who hadn't entered could not help but get nervous.

"The major peak masters will only select a few disciples with better aptitude or who they like more, and the vast majority of us will not be selected." A disciple sighed.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, most of the disciples who went in before came out dejectedly.

The middle-aged man seemed to be used to it, and continued: "Disciples with ordinary spiritual roots go in."

This time, the remaining thousands of people crowded in, all wanting to stand in the front row for the big peak masters to see and find a trace of immortality.

Yang Buyi followed the crowd into the main hall, raised his eyes, and saw all the people on the foundation building were sitting in the air, looking back and forth, as if they were looking for the disciple they liked.

Seeing such a scene, he couldn't help being a little nervous, because he also wanted to be chosen by the elders. If someone taught him, who would want to fight alone despite the wind and rain?

Who doesn't want to be taught by a master?

You can see the longing in his heart from him quietly pushing forward. At this time, no one cares about face.

"I got a book of lightning-attribute skills when I went out to practice before. You have thunder root, which is just suitable for cultivation. Would you like to worship me as a teacher?" A white-haired old man locked an outer disciple with his spiritual sense. .

"I am willing, I am willing!" The disciple immediately jumped up excitedly and shouted.

"Very well, let's go." The white-haired old man grabbed one of them and fled with him immediately.

"Unexpectedly, a rare disciple of Lei Lingen appeared, and the "Spring Thunder Technique" of the old man can be regarded as an heir." A beautiful woman laughed.

"There seems to be an ice attribute disciple below, and your luck seems to be good!" A middle-aged man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes laughed.

"You discovered all of this." The beautiful woman smiled coquettishly, looked down, and asked aloud, "Would you like to worship me as your teacher?"

"Disciple is willing!" A beautiful girl stepped forward and nodded obediently.

"Very good!" the beautiful woman laughed with satisfaction.

"Let's not waste time, just choose!" A burly man said loudly.

I didn't see them opening their mouths, but some outer disciples below suddenly became excited, and then walked forward one after another, obediently waiting.

How could everyone not know that a group of masters had transmitted voices to their spiritual consciousness, seeing that they were not selected, they couldn't help feeling anxious.