Immortal Master Visits

A few days later, Younger Brother also began practicing the Internal Cultivation Method. Younger Brother always felt that a true hero must wield a sword with grace, so he chose a Sword Technique.

Wang Hong then took Younger Brother to Blacksmith Zhang's place to pick out a good sword. With that, the two brothers officially embarked on their Martial Path Cultivation.

Then, they began practicing day and night. Anything that required time to ponder, think, and comprehend was done within the Mysterious Space, where the more than twenty-fold time dilation was more than enough for him to spend. Only after fully understanding it would he practice outside the space. He even slept in the Mysterious Space to conserve as much time as possible for training.

Spear Thrusting should be upright, swift, with direct thrusts and returns, power reaching the spear tip, achieving a single line of thrust, the spear thrusting out like a hidden dragon emerging from water, and retracting like a fierce tiger entering its cave. Spear Thrusting is divided into upper, middle, and lower levels, with the middle level being the most crucial technique. Hence the saying, "Middle level spear, king of spears, the point in the center is the hardest to defend."

He was already somewhat numbly and mechanically thrusting forward, but his movements remained as precise as ever. Then he would retract and thrust again... Each basic movement was practiced two thousand times a day.

Younger Brother was also by his side, tediously practicing a basic sword movement.

In a luxurious room on the highest floor of Qingyang Academy's Dean's Building, the Dean, who usually enjoyed the admiration of all students and commanded respect even from the county magistrate, was now hunched over, a fawning smile plastered on his face, standing subserviently below.

At the head of the table sat an old Daoist priest, with white hair and a youthful complexion, three long strands of beard hanging from his chin, wearing a spotless green Daoist robe, looking like an immortal descended to earth.

This old Daoist priest was indeed an immortal descended to earth. He was a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator from the immortal sect Tai Hao Sword Sect, and he had come to the mortal realm to serve as a Guiding Envoy due to a sect mission.

The task of a Guiding Envoy was simple: to patrol the mortal realm and scout for talented cultivators with excellent spiritual roots for the sect.

The old Daoist priest had traveled the mortal realm for several years but had not encountered anyone with outstanding aptitude. The sect's regulations stipulated that only those with Two Spiritual Roots or above could be directly recruited.

Of course, if he could find an exceptionally talented disciple for the sect, the rewards would be substantial.

Two Spiritual Roots referred to individuals with only two spiritual roots. The cultivation world had five elemental spiritual roots: "Wood," "Fire," "Earth," "Metal," and "Water," along with three mutated spiritual roots: "Ice," "Wind," and "Lightning," totaling eight types of spiritual roots.

Among mortals, those with spiritual roots were a tiny minority, and most of them possessed Four or Five Spiritual Roots. Furthermore, the fewer spiritual roots one had, the better.

Those with all five elemental spiritual roots were generally called Waste Spiritual Roots, cultivating extremely slowly and requiring immense resources.

Four Spiritual Roots were only slightly better than Five Spiritual Roots, and most sects would not accept them.

Cultivators in the immortal world were mainly those with Two or Three Spiritual Roots.

As for single spiritual roots, they were encountered once in a thousand years and were also known as Heavenly Spiritual Roots. As long as they didn't die unexpectedly midway, they could easily cultivate to the Golden Core Stage.

When cultivators' realms advanced, they would encounter various bottlenecks. Some might break through after a few months or years, while others might take decades or centuries, or even never break through in their lifetime.

However, Heavenly Spiritual Root cultivators faced no bottlenecks from Qi Refining to Golden Core, and they didn't even need Foundation Establishment Pills or to form a Golden Core.

Therefore, for a sect to recruit a Heavenly Spiritual Root disciple was equivalent to pre-ordering a Golden Core cultivator.

As the old Daoist priest flew over Qingyang Academy on his sword today, a treasure in his embrace suddenly reacted.

He immediately took out a Spirit Sensing Disc from his embrace, cast a few incantations, and the Spirit Sensing Disc emitted a bright white glow.

This item was bestowed by the sect for Guiding Envoys to use. If there were any mortals with superior spiritual roots nearby, the Formation Disk would automatically heat up.

The old Daoist priest scanned with his Spiritual Sense and quickly located the Dean. He then floated directly into the Dean's room and explained his purpose.

This made the old Dean extremely excited. He had heard of Guiding Envoys before and never expected to encounter one. Although it wasn't for him, it was good to be able to gain some Immortal Destiny.

With a "Dong~" sound of a bell echoing throughout the academy, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the bell. The academy's bell did not ring arbitrarily; the number of rings signified different meanings. Wang Hong and his companions had been in the academy for over half a year and had never heard the bell ring.

"Dong~"

"Dong~"

After three rings of the bell, everyone rushed towards the Central Grand Training Ground. The Central Grand Training Ground covered an area of twenty mu and could accommodate over ten thousand people simultaneously.

When Wang Hong arrived at the training ground, he saw Zhang Tiemao from his squad already there and naturally stood to his right.

At this point, the benefits of regular drills became apparent. In less than fifteen minutes, the Martial Arts Academy students had already lined up according to their usual drill formations, forming a large, silent, and imposing square.

In contrast, the Civil Academy students on the other side were milling about in small groups, unable to form proper lines or rows, making a lot of noise.

At this moment, the old Dean was respectfully escorting an old man who looked like an immortal onto the high platform. From a distance, they could see the old Dean explaining something.

The immortal-like old man took out a metal disc from his embrace and then gestured at it. The metal disc surprisingly flew up on its own, slowly circling and hovering above everyone's heads.

The crowd watched in astonishment. This metal disc had no wings, nor did it resemble a living creature that could fly in the air without falling. They had never seen such a strange sight.

"Could this be the legendary Immortal Arts? Is that old man truly a legendary immortal?"

Some immediately prostrated themselves, while others believed it was merely magic or some other contraption.

The old man paid no mind to the crowd's reactions below, focusing his attention on controlling the Spirit Sensing Disc, which occasionally emitted a faint glow.

When Wang Hong saw the metal disc fly over his head, it also emitted a faint glow, which disappeared as it flew away.

After the disc had flown over the entire training ground, it returned to the old man's hand.

The old man held the disc in one hand and made a grabbing motion in the air with the other. Before the crowd could understand, a student in the crowd was as if grabbed by an invisible large hand and instantly pulled onto the high platform.

The old man repeatedly made grabbing motions in the air, and students were pulled onto the high platform like fish being caught. Some of the students who were pulled onto the platform imagined being captured by the old man and subjected to evil arts, trembling with fear and turning pale.

Others thought they would be favored by an immortal master, taken as a disciple, and thus embark on the pinnacle of their lives, feeling smug.

Wang Hong felt a sudden tightness around him, and then his body lifted into the air. Before he could even experience the feeling of flying, he had already landed on the high platform.

Not long after, Younger Brother was also pulled up. With both brothers captured, Wang Hong felt a bit apprehensive, unsure if it was a good or bad thing.

They didn't have to wait long. The old man stopped after grabbing over a hundred people and then had them take turns touching the metal disc.

The first youth stepped forward and placed his hand on the disc. The disc emitted five colors of light: green, red, yellow, white, and black. The old man merely glanced at it and said, "Next."

Then the next person placed their hand on it, and it also emitted five colors of light. Dozens of people in succession had four or five colors of light, and the old man would just glance and call for the next person. Only when someone appeared with just three colors of light did the old man look at that person a bit longer, without saying anything more, and called for the next.

When it was Wang Hong's turn, the colors were green, red, yellow, and black – four colors. The next was Younger Brother. As Younger Brother placed his hand on it, the disc immediately emitted pure white light. While the light from everyone else was only about an inch long, Younger Brother's light was nearly a foot long.

The old man, who had been leisurely stroking his long beard, now showed a look of excitement. His hand trembled so much that he even pulled out several strands of his beard, yet he seemed oblivious.