48 Dongjiang Road, Donghai City.
"Go and rest."
Zhang Haoran took out the Big Dipper Evil-warding Talisman and released Wang Jin. He pointed to his usual cultivation room.
Wang Jin, who was transparent and seemed like he could disappear at any moment, nodded and walked through the wall to the cultivation room. As the original owner of this place, he was much more familiar with the place with the densest spiritual energy than Zhang Haoran.
The Termination Energy had caused his soul to be on the verge of obliteration. At this moment, he needed a large amount of spiritual energy to recover.
After Wang Jin left, Zhang Haoran walked into his bedroom and sat cross-legged on the bed. With a flip of his palm, the sword in his sleeve appeared in his hand.
"Strange, these ghost soldiers are ordinary, so how can they have an ignorant spiritual intelligence?”
Just by looking at the surface of the hidden sword, it seemed like it was forged in ancient times. However, according to what he knew, no matter how many mortal soldiers killed, they would only be tainted with killing intent and form Termination Energy, but they would definitely not develop intelligence.
Whoosh!
The sword in his right hand suddenly stabbed out, and a sharp whistle came from the air, which was soul-stirring.
Nodding in satisfaction, Zhang Haoran put away the short sword. With two fingers on his left hand, he twisted the short sword.
Although he had not undergone the third cleansing, Zhang Haoran's strength had long surpassed the limits of the human body.
Zhang Haoran had tested it before. He only needed to exert a little force to break the steel bars on ordinary construction sites.
However, this huge force was like a stone sinking into the sea when it landed on the short sword. The short sword did not change at all.
"As expected, it's not an ordinary item."
Zhang Haoran was not angry at his futile efforts. Instead, he was delighted. He then channeled the Genuine Qi in his body into the short sword.
"Buzz!"
A sword cry rang out, and the sword in his sleeve seemed to come alive in an instant. A pitch-black baleful aura filled the air, and the sword light on half a foot of it was like a snake's core. Even the temperature in the room dropped by quite a bit.
"We've earned big."
Zhang Haoran chuckled and put away the sword in his sleeve.
Even though the orthodoxy spiritual altar had not given him an appraisal, he was already certain that the sword in his sleeve was a magic tool.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so sensitive to true qi. However, the grade of this sword shouldn't be high. Otherwise, after condensing so much Termination Energy, he would have already given birth to a lethal weapon spirit and not a muddle-headed spiritual intelligence.
"I wonder when I can activate the magic tool system.”
Zhang Haoran was overjoyed to have unexpectedly obtained a magic tool.
For cultivators, wealth, partners, Dharma, and land were indispensable.
Although magic tools weren't part of the list of treasures, their importance was self-evident. A handy magic tool could reduce a lot of trouble and increase one's combat strength.
After playing with it for a while and nourishing it with his zhenqi, Zhang Haoran reluctantly put away the short sword. His mind sank into his body and arrived in front of the orthodoxy spiritual altar.
Looking at the notification on the orthodoxy spiritual altar, Zhang Haoran felt his cheeks ache.
It was better to tell him directly that if the mission was not completed, he did not have to live.
"Ding, the first lightning tribulation is a minor heavenly tribulation. Those who undergo the tribulation are mostly haunted by evil spirits. The lightning tribulation will descend from the sky to destroy them!”
The information that suddenly appeared in his mind almost made Zhang Haoran faint. Did it mean that he had not completed the mission to take in a disciple, and that he was being haunted by an evil spirit?
"Ding…Inheriting the orthodoxy is something that the inheritor must do.”
The information that appeared in his mind once again made Zhang Haoran stunned. His heart moved, and he asked tentatively,"Can I choose my own legacy disciple?”
After waiting for a while, there was no movement from the orthodoxy spiritual altar.
Zhang Haoran was slightly depressed. The reason why he asked this was because he remembered that during the previous expedition, Han Yuting and the others did not have the strength to protect themselves and could only wait for death! There would be more and more similar incidents in the future. He could not always be by everyone's side.
Moreover, after everyone inherited the Tianyi Dao system, they would more or less be of help to him.
"No!"
Zhang Haoran thought about it and realized that he had entered a blind spot.
From the information he had obtained, the purpose of the orthodoxy spiritual altar was to pass down the orthodoxy of Tianyi Dao.
Could it be that Tianyi Dao only needed one Legatee?
Obviously not. There were more than ten thousand disciples under the ancient Tianyi Dao Sect. The orthodoxy spiritual altar had given them the mission of taking in disciples. It was obvious that they wanted to bring Tianyi Dao back to the world.
Therefore, the matter of taking in disciples would definitely increase in the future. This was also the reason why he had wanted to combine cultivation and technology to see if he could create a new path.
The orthodoxy spiritual altar did not object to him taking in disciples, so why did it not answer his previous question?
Thinking of this, Zhang Haoran smiled bitterly and had a faint understanding in his heart.
It was said before that cultivators could not lack cultivation partners, wealth, and land.
With the legacy of Tianyi Dao, he did not lack techniques.
Even if he completely controlled the orthodoxy spiritual altar and passed on the Tianyi Dao inheritance to Han Yuting and the others. This way, although he would have a cultivation partner, was the Qi Condensation Art suitable for everyone to cultivate?
The answer was no.
Moreover, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was getting thinner by the day. He was only lucky to find a spiritual vein to cultivate smoothly.
This spirit meridian could support his cultivation to the seventh level of Qi Condensation. After reaching the seventh level of Qi Condensation, he would have to find another spirit vein, so he really didn't have any extra spiritual energy to squander.
There was also wealth. Zhang Haoran had long understood how much money was spent on cultivation. This was only the beginning of his cultivation. In the future, the consumption would only increase.
Not to mention anything else, just a ginseng that was over a hundred years old would cost millions, and it was often priceless.
Ginseng was not the only spiritual medicine required for cultivation. In addition, the magic tool system would definitely be activated in the future. God knew what kind of sky-high price those high-end refining materials such as aged metal and heaven-sinking sand would be.
With Zhang Haoran's current ability, taking in a disciple was barely possible. If possible, he was unwilling to take in any of them.
"Poor!"
With a sigh, Zhang Haoran collected his wild thoughts and focused on the conditions for accepting a disciple.
There was nothing wrong with having a good character. After all, no one wanted to nurture a murderous demon.
If one's luck wasn't deep enough, one wouldn't be able to accept the luck of cultivation.
Poor literature and rich martial arts, cultivation was a level higher than rich martial arts, this point Zhang Haoran deeply felt. If he was a rich second-generation heir, his cultivation speed would definitely be faster than now, and it would be much easier for him to find the spirit vein.
Fortune was not only about wealth, but also fate. It had the intention of peeping into the future.
Just like Zhang Haoran himself, before he obtained the orthodoxy spiritual altar, he was just a poor man. Although he was still a poor man now, he did not care much about the huge sum of millions.
In the future, the disciples he would take in would all be extraordinary, so how could their luck not be profound?
As for those who were not older than 30, the earlier they cultivated, the greater their achievements. When a person was over thirty years old, their personality would already be fixed. They would not have much flexibility, and their learning ability would plummet. Naturally, they were not suitable candidates.
The last one was to sincerely acknowledge him as a master.
This was a must. Cultivation itself was ethereal. If one was not sincere, even if Zhang Haoran took out all his assets to nurture him, he would probably not step into the door of cultivation.
" If you believe it, you have it. If you don't believe it, you don't have it."
From the looks of it, the requirements given by the orthodoxy spiritual platform for accepting disciples were not harsh. Zhang Haoran felt that the orthodoxy spiritual altar had relaxed the conditions.
If the Ancient Tianyi Dao had accepted disciples according to these conditions, they would have already surpassed a million disciples.
However, Zhang Haoran's relaxed expression disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At first glance, the requirements given by the orthodoxy spiritual platform were not very harsh, but when the four conditions were combined, it gave Zhang Haoran a headache.
Fortune and character could be seen from one's appearance. He went through it in his mind and really did not find a suitable one.
Those who were not older than 30 excluded Feng Jinchu, Han Yuhong, and the others.
The remaining ones were his companions who had gone on the expedition together with him.
Han Qiang's family background was deep, so his fortune was naturally not shallow. His character was even more impressive. However, if he wanted to cultivate and become a disciple, he would probably laugh it off and even think it was a joke. After spending so much time together, Zhang Haoran was very clear about Han Qiang's character.
Lin Ke was not suitable either. First of all, Lin Ke's luck was a little shallow. In other people's eyes, Lin Ke might also be born with a golden spoon in his mouth. However, his future development was not very big. In addition, his personality was very unstable. It was really difficult to let him meditate peacefully.
Han Yuting, Hu Die, and Lin Jing were also unsuitable.
The biggest obstacle in front of Zhang Haoran was actually sincerely acknowledging him as his master.
After so many years of education that dispelled superstitions, it seemed…very difficult to find a person in modern society who firmly believed in Taoism.
In cultivation, even the slightest doubt would lead to insincerity. Without sincerity, one could not do anything, let alone cultivate.
After all, there was only one orthodoxy spiritual altar. If he hadn't obtained the benefits from the very beginning and truly entered the threshold of cultivation, perhaps he would still think that cultivation was just superstition.
The only candidate seemed to be Boss Chu He.
His luck was deep. No one had a deeper luck than Chu He, who was a low-key person.
There was no problem with having a good character. Moreover, from his personality, Boss was more suitable for cultivation. Moreover, Boss had a deep background. Perhaps he would benefit from it on the path of cultivation.
Not to mention his age. As for his sincerity in becoming his disciple, as of now, Boss knew the most of his secrets. At the same time, he also had a deep understanding of cultivation, so he naturally did not lack sincerity.
However, these were all his guesses.
Previously, when he activated the fortune-telling system, he had seen Chu He's face.
Because Zhang Haoran's cultivation was low at that time, he could only tell that Chu He had an extraordinary background. The rest seemed to be shrouded in fog. He should be able to see more things after his cultivation increased this time.
Thinking of this, Zhang Haoran relaxed. He made up his mind to see if Chu He was suitable before making any plans.
After sorting out these things, he was pondering over the knowledge of Feng Shui in his mind when a wave of spiritual energy fluctuation came from the left. Zhang Haoran, who was about to cultivate, frowned and immediately gave up on cultivating.
Spiritual Qi?
After pondering for a while, Zhang Haoran, who was in high spirits, walked to the table that was specially made for drawing talismans. He held his breath and calmed himself down, trying to comprehend the new talisman in his mind.
Especially the Spirit Forming Talisman, he naturally had to draw it out immediately.
Although the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was thin, the Spirit Forming Talismans gathered day and night. Over time, it was still a considerable income.
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