"Eldest Senior Brother, this is the name list of the disciples who will be taking in this year's opening of the mountain gates. There are a total of 3,288 people.”
In front of the 100-meter-long bluestone in front of the mountain gate of the Qing-Yun Sect, an outer sect disciple in a gray robe bowed respectfully to Chen Mo and handed him a jade slip.
"Alright, I understand. Bring the talented disciples to the deacons of the various peaks. If there are any talented disciples among them who are accepted by the elders and chosen to enter the inner sect, you will receive a reward.”
"Thank you, Eldest Senior Brother."
Chen Mo watched as his disciple left. He looked a little depressed. He had transmigrated for 17 years and had been accepted into the sect for 17 years.
He thought that he was already very lucky to have stood out and become a disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect.
He had cultivated for five years and reached the ninth qi layer. He could be considered a prodigy in the eyes of others.
But in the next twelve years, he was stuck at the ninth level of the Refinement Realm, unable to find the bottleneck of the Building Foundation Stage.
He had already been the eldest senior brother of the outer sect for 12 years…
What kind of genius was this?
"Let's go. Bring the new disciples back.”
Chen Mo decided to go back to sleep and wait for the sect to refine another batch of Foundation Establishment Pills. He would just go and wait for them.
If he didn't break through to the Foundation Building realm soon, he would miss the best time to do so at the age of 22.
If he built his foundation now, he would be able to maintain his current appearance and freeze his youth.
"Eldest Senior Brother, look, there's another person climbing the mountain.”
"Hmm?"
Chen Mo heard the voice and turned around in surprise.
In front of the steps at the foot of the mountain gate, a figure with a wooden stick in one hand appeared. His clothes were ragged, his face was dark, and he was so tired that he did not look human.
"Elders, I, Jiang Yan, am also here to join the Qing-Yun Sect.”
"I beseech the Immortal Elders to be lenient. On account of the fact that I have traveled tens of thousands of kilometers from Grand Xia to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, please give me a chance.”
Without waiting for Chen Mo to speak, one of his lackeys, Zhang Wen, stepped forward and pointed at him." How dare you! It's already past midnight and the sky is dark. According to the rules of the Qing-Yun Sect, the time for the sect to open its doors and recruit new disciples has passed. Since you're a step late, it means that you're not fated to be with the sect.”
"Let's go back!"
Jiang Yan was taken aback by the sudden outburst.
However, he did not move an inch. Instead, he took out a rag bag from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Bang!"
Then, he knelt down and raised the torn cloth bag high with both hands, passing it over his head and pushing it forward.
"I sincerely seek the Dao. The Blue Cloud Sect is a famous sect in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. It has a reputation of benevolence and righteousness. I heard that as long as you contribute to the sect, you can be accepted into the sect.”
"When I came here, I suffered a lot in the mountains and almost died. I obtained this opportunity and am willing to offer it to the sect. I hope that you will be kind and let me join the sect. In the future, I will remember your kindness and repay you like a cow or a horse.”
Chen Mo looked up at Zhang Wen when he saw the questioning look in his eyes.
Zhang Wen immediately stepped forward and reached out to take the tattered cloth bag. He immediately opened it in front of everyone.
"This is…"
"My God, it's actually the main ingredient of the Foundation Establishment Pill, the 800-year-old Body Tempering Fruit?”
"You're in luck, kid."
Zhang Wen turned around eagerly and handed a fist-sized drumstick-like Body Tempering Fruit wrapped in earthen cloud patterns to Chen Mo." Eldest Senior Brother, you're about to build your foundation. Take a look at the Body Tempering Fruit. Why don't you accept it and give this kid a chance to test his spiritual root?"”
"Ding, please refuse to accept the 800-year-old Body Tempering Fruit. It will be bound to the Luck Plunder Critical Hit System.”
System?
A divine artifact that was essential for transmigrators?
I've already transmigrated for 17 years, and you're only thinking of me now?
The next moment, Chen Mo pulled himself out of his surprise.
He looked seriously at Jiang Yan, who was full of anticipation. He was dressed in rags and walked over from the homeless, but he did not lose any pride.
Was it this guy who gave him the Body Tempering Fruit that awakened the System?
Good heavens…
The name of my system is called the Luck Plunder Critical Hit System.
Wouldn't that be plundering his luck?
Could he be the hot shot of this world?
If that was the case, he had to arrange for him to be under his nose and constantly pull wool to fatten himself up.
"Ahem!"
He coughed lightly and raised his head to scold Zhang Wen," Shut up, the sect has rules. However, if a mortal wants to join the sect, he has to make contributions. This 800-year-old Body Tempering Fruit is Jiang Yan's spiritual medicine. How can I take it away?”
"It should be sent to the sect's treasury for record.”
"Yes, yes, yes, Eldest Senior Brother is right.”Zhang Wen was confused. Why did Eldest Senior Brother change his attitude today? However, he did not dare to talk back on the surface and could only nod in agreement.
"Also, give this Zhang Wen a chance.”
"Bring the spirit testing stone up and give him a chance to test. If his spirit root is of high quality, he can enter the sect.”
"Thank you, Immortal Elder." Jiang Yan was overjoyed. He looked at Chen Mo gratefully.
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