White Cloud City, center of the square.
Uncle Ding, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the square with his eyes closed and concentrating, suddenly stood up and looked around.
That gaze seemed to have an intimidating cold light, and immediately, the chatter and laughter stopped abruptly.
"First of all, let me inform you!
I, White Cloud Sect, am recruiting Servant Disciple once every twelve years for the upcoming 'Seed Trial'.
The monks who signed up finally got the quota of Servant Disciple and must unconditionally participate in 'Seed Trial'.
As long as you obtain enough spirit medicine in 'Seed Trial', you will be rewarded with Foundation Establishment pills. There will be special rules for the specific exchange rules, so you don't need to worry.
The number of places selected this time is still thirty!
Registration is as before, there is no threshold, as long as you think you are strong enough to participate, you can participate.
Next, monks who want to register can do so, and the registration deadline is today!"
Uncle Ding, a cold voice sounded in the White Cloud City square. Although the voice was not loud, every monk could hear it clearly.
At this time, a Martial Brother standing behind Uncle Ding took two steps forward, took a storage bag, and a black wooden box, which landed in the center of the square. The wooden box seemed to be made of some kind of precious Spirit Wood.
Cheng Buzheng looked at it carefully and saw that this black wooden box was not simply made of Spirit Wood. There was a faint Spirit Pattern on the black wooden box. He knew that the black wooden box must be a special Law Artifact.
Following that, Martial Brother placed the black box on the ground, and the square became lively again. The monks who knew each other were talking one after another, but Uncle Ding, who was wearing Black Robe, ignored it and sat down cross-legged again, closing his eyes and concentrating.
"Hey... If I don't participate this time, I will have no chance in the future. I am in my thirties this year. In twelve years, I will be in my forties. By then, I will have no chance to step into the realm I have dreamed of for a long time."
A Middle-aged Man sighed faintly.
"Yes! After the age of forty, the chance of being in Foundation Establishment drops sharply, and there is basically no chance of getting into the Foundation Establishment Realm again."
The monk, who is also middle-aged, agrees with it.
"It's not that there is no chance. As long as there is a powerful man who personally infuses spiritual energy, or you are lucky enough to get a heaven-defying spirit medicine, you can also step into the Foundation Establishment Realm."
"Even for the monks of the sect, only the outstanding disciples of Spirit Root have the chance to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill. The ordinary disciples do not have the Foundation Establishment Pill. They must either take a risk or participate in the 'Seed Trial' to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill like we are doing now."
"Foundation Establishment Pill is so precious. It is extremely difficult to obtain one."
Not far from Cheng Buzheng, he saw a father and son saying goodbye to each other.
"Xiao Ke... From now on, you will venture into the world of immortality alone! You must be careful and do not trust strange monks. Even familiar monks must remain cautious.
Dad, it's time to fight for Dao Path. If you haven't participated in the past, I just don't trust you.
Now that you have grown up, I am completely relieved!"
The tall man with a simple face said seriously to the ordinary-looking young man next to him.
The boy with an ordinary face had tears in his eyes, opened his mouth, and shouted:
"Dad..."
The big man with a simple and honest face touched the back of his son's head and spoke slowly to comfort him.
"Dad, there is only a half chance of being selected when participating in the selection, and a half chance of not being selected. Even if you participate in 'Seed Trial', there is a half chance of coming out safely."
The ordinary-looking boy, after hearing this, silently whispered:
"That's half the risk. Dad... how about we go home and not participate in the selection!"
"The half of the danger is also divided into two types. Half of them return with serious injuries, but they can also obtain the quota of the White Cloud Sect Servant Disciple. There will be more tasks to obtain Spirit Stone in the future, and there is no need to take risks to hunt Demon Beast."
"What about the other half!"
"There is a half chance that it hasn't come out yet. I can only say that this is what your father's fate is!"
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Hear the words.
Cheng Buzheng took a deep look at the touching scene of [father's kindness and son's filial piety] in the world of immortality, and then silently turned around and left.
"The world of cultivating immortals is so cruel. You have to fight for any resources by yourself. You have to use your own life as a bet every time to gain a chance."
He didn't stay any longer. He just signed up today and didn't officially start the selection, so he didn't feel nostalgic at all.
After exiting White Cloud City, I walked a certain distance and saw no trace of anyone nearby.
A flash of Yellow Spirit Light appeared, and in the blink of an eye, Cheng Buzheng disappeared.
A Yellow Spirit Light appeared six feet underground, quickly heading towards the sect.
White Cloud Sect, Alchemy Chamber.
Cheng Buzheng walked to Earth Fire Chamber unknowingly and looked at Earth Fire Chamber not far away, which was like a huge black box. On the open door and on the plaque on the door, there were three large black and gold characters "Earth Fire Chamber" engraved on it.
Cheng Buzheng did not stop and strode directly towards Earth Fire Chamber.
In the rather spacious hall, the furnishings are monotonous and simple, and the surrounding walls are dark, as if the entire Earth Fire Chamber is made of Obsidian.
In the hall, there is only a long counter on the east side, and the rest of the place is empty.
Sitting at the counter is an old man wearing a gray robe with a serious face, who is looking at a thread-bound book attentively. This is the old Late Qi Refining Stage Martial Brother.
Old Martial Brother didn't notice at all that someone entered the hall. This was an incredible thing for the monks. It can also be seen how concentrated Old Martial Brother was at this time.
Cheng Buzheng Seeing this, he touched his nose, walked forward, and came to the counter.
"Martial Brother, is there any free Alchemy Chamber now?"
Upon hearing this, the old man with a serious face casually closed the book and placed it on the counter below.
Then, old Martial Brother looked at Cheng Buzheng angrily, not feeling good.
"Does the little guy know that people are scary? They can scare people to death?"
See this.
Cheng Buzheng didn't refute. He didn't want to cause any trouble, nor did he want to provoke Martial Brother from Late Qi Refining Stage.
He didn't hesitate and quickly bowed his hands.
"Martial Brother, next time... I will definitely pay attention!"
On the surface, Cheng Buzheng maintained a respectful and polite expression, but in his heart he was muttering.
"The old guy's face is unusually thick."
At the same time, he was quite curious as to what kind of book it was that made old Martial Brother so fascinated that even the caution a monk should have completely forgotten.
Maybe it was because the sect was so safe that he forgot about the vigilance a monk should have.
At the same time, he secretly warned himself that no matter what time, he should never forget the vigilance a monk should have.