The entrance test began early the next morning at the Jisheng Main Hall on Taichu Mountain.
The group of candidate disciples were all dressed neatly. Those who were usually nonchalant became reserved and polite today, hoping to leave a good impression on the elders and become the disciples of their favorite master.
Those who fainted last night were also standing well, looking rosy-faced, not affected at all. Leng Mushi also tied her hair neatly, which was rare. Her black hair fell behind her and on her shoulders, like ink.
But compared with the plain faces of other disciples, the pink lotus-shaped scar on her left cheek was somewhat eye-catching.
The other inner disciples, as long as they were disciples of the elders, stood behind the elders with solemn expressions.
Welcoming new members is a ceremony that Taichu Sect attaches great importance to, so the elders who are interested in accepting disciples have already sat in the first seat early. Only one seat on the left side of the middle is empty. It is obvious that the second elder is a maverick and did not come at all.
The one who presided over the entrance test was the head disciple You Zishu.
The time had already come. The disciple who had been sent to ask the second elder Hua Yanyue came back and shook his head at You Zishu outside the hall. You Zishu then announced: "The entrance spiritual root test has begun. All candidates, please get ready."
You Zishu seemed to be of foreign descent, with eyes the color of a light glazed glass, which made his already stern features even colder.
However, there were a lot of beautiful immortals with solemn and cold temperaments in the immortal sect. Leng Mushi saw several of them after just a few glances. Even Xiao Mian was of a similar type. So she lowered her eyes without being surprised and waited obediently.
You Zishu unfolded the list he had been holding in his hand, lowered his eyes and began to read out the names: "Miss Sun Wufang from the Sun family of Ganhong Town."
The woman whose name was called looked up excitedly, then put her hands on her chest, calmed herself, and slowly walked up the stairs.
On the steps, right in front of the elders who were sitting around, there was a table. There was no object on the table, only colorful mist floating in the air.
The tester needs to cut a little on his finger and then hang in the air above the five-colored mist. The mist will wrap around him and repair the wound. That person is the spiritual root corresponding to the color of the mist.
Gold, wood, water, fire and earth correspond to red, green, white, reddish and brown.
There is only one spiritual root that is the purest. How pure it is depends on the intensity of the color of the cloud that surrounds it.
Sun Wufang was the first person to take the test. She was so nervous that she was at a loss for words. She cut her fingers and then nervously placed them on the clouds. Soon, two-colored spiritual roots wrapped around them, one red and one red.
"Gold and fire dual spiritual roots are suitable for domineering martial arts and swords," You Zishu said calmly, recommending to her in an emotionless tone, "The Taoism practiced by the Fourth Elder, the Seventh Elder, and the Eighth Elder is suitable for you. You can make your choice now."
Sun Wufang looked like a petite and lovely type, but unexpectedly her spiritual roots were of the fire and gold types. However, one cannot judge a person by his appearance. She was indeed a decisive person and made her choice quickly.
She walked up to the Fourth Elder, Immortal Venerable Hongsheng, and bowed respectfully, "I wonder... I wonder if the Immortal Venerable is willing to accept me as his disciple."
She had prepared a lot of nice words for each immortal. Almost everyone present was the same as her, because they didn't know what their spiritual roots were.
What she prepared for Immortal Venerable Hongsheng was that she had heard that Immortal Venerable Hongsheng had superb swordsmanship and had split mountains and seas to stop monsters from invading the human race... But when she was really in the palace and faced the pressure from the Immortal Venerable, she couldn't say those false flattering words.
In fact, these candidate disciples were still privately passing around notes on how to flatter the elders. However, they did not know that for these old guys who had lived for many years, the simpler and more sincere things were, the more they could be moved.
Sun Wufang was tongue-tied and forgot his words in the middle of the battle. His face turned red and he thought he was doomed, but unexpectedly Elder Hongsheng smiled.
Normally, a sword practitioner should have a violent and cruel temperament, but this elder Hongsheng did not look kind, and his appearance remained around twenty years old, but when he smiled, fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes.
Leng Mushi used to hang out outside and meet the most people. When she saw Immortal Master Hongsheng like this, she knew that he must be very fond of laughing. People who love to laugh must have a very good personality. This young lady from the Sun family has got a good master.
As expected, Immortal Venerable Hongsheng didn't care about Sun Wufang's clumsy speech and nodded to the disciple beside him. The disciple came forward to help Sun Wufang: "Hello, little junior sister, I will be your seventh senior brother from now on..."
Leng Mushi watched secretly, actually feeling a little envious. She was destined to never join the sect, but she also wanted to be like a normal person. Even if she had to find a very strict master, she was willing to work a hundred times harder to bring honor to the sect.
It's just that she happened to be a vicious female supporting role in some storybook, and her path had already been determined before she escaped from the plot.
Just like how much she wished to be born in an ordinary family, even if it was not so wealthy, her mother would probably not have passed away so early... But all this was just a delusion that she could never achieve.
After Sun Wufang successfully became his apprentice, You Zishu started reading out his name again, but Leng Mushi lowered her head, unable to hear anything and not wanting to listen anymore.
In the solemnity of the hall, and among the people who were full of expectations and those who had successfully become disciples and were filled with joy, her depressed mood seemed so insignificant that no one cared or noticed it.
Leng Mushi laughed at herself, but she didn't know that Xiao Mian was looking at her. He had been looking at her, and when he saw her look of loss again, he frowned slightly.
This expression was exactly the same as the one she had when she saw her face completely ruined over the big demon's shoulder.
Xiao Mian looked at her face which did not recover after taking the anti-aging pill and could not help but feel puzzled.
The anti-aging pill he had found was of a very high grade, and it was impossible for it to fail to repair the burns from the demon blood, unless there was still demonic energy in her body. However, he had been with her many times and was even close to her, but he had not noticed any demonic energy...
Xiao Mian thought she was afraid that her appearance would affect the elders' decision, so he secretly decided to find a few more anti-aging pills for her.
Xiao Mian didn't know that Leng Mushi's expression, and the expression she had when she stood on the giant monster that day and saw her own reflection through the giant monster's huge pupils, were not because of her appearance - when she saw that her face was destroyed, it was more than just her face.
What she saw was completely destroyed, and it was her destined life.
Leng Mushi rarely shows pessimism, but her weakness will always, at certain times, sprout branches and leaves, grow up to block out the sun and cover her before she can cut it off herself.
She lowered her head, no longer looking or listening, immersed in her own world, but was suddenly grabbed by someone's wrist.
"Wait a moment, let her come first, I'm in a hurry." Leng Mushi was grabbed by the arm and pulled out of the team of candidate disciples. The person coming was very strong. Leng Mushi staggered and looked up in astonishment, and saw... the second elder Hua Yanyue
You Zishu was interrupted. When the elders in the main hall saw Hua Yanyue appear, they had different expressions. Two of them even sat up straight, looking at her warily and nervously.
Hua Yanyue pulled Leng Mushi to the top of the stairs, put her fingers together to form a blade, cut her fingers, and threw them towards the five-colored mist.
Five wisps of mist came up, their colors were so light that one had to stare carefully to distinguish them, and they were all lazy. Leng Mushi's cut fingers healed very slowly.
"I just thought you were not talented, but I didn't expect... If your talent is so poor, why did you come to the Immortal Sect instead of farming at home?" Hua Yanyue rarely wore the complicated uniform of an elder today, but she now regretted coming here.
If she wasn't going out in a few days and the things at home couldn't be left unattended and were not easy to carry around and needed someone to look after them, she wouldn't have come to choose a disciple.
Those who persuade others to practice alchemy will be reborn as animals in the next life.
The path of alchemy is extremely difficult, and Hua Yanyue actually came here to capture the able-bodied men who look after the demons and beasts.
But it is not easy to catch this strong man. He must not be afraid of those things and have a pure mind and good character. She has a cellar full of elixirs in her yard.
She saw that day that the girl basically met the requirements and wasn't too fussy, so she thought she would teach her a few basic skills and then expel her from the sect and go down the mountain, where she could become a miracle doctor.
Who would have thought that with her talent... This is too difficult!
Hua Yanyue let go of Leng Mushi, frowned, and regret was obvious on her face.
"Junior sister," said Zhengping, the head of the sect who was sitting in the middle of the hall, with a tone of blame and helplessness, "Since you are here, take a seat and wait. When the test is over, there will surely be many with excellent qualifications."
This is apparently a rebuke, but in fact it is a defense. The hidden meaning is too obvious - just sit there quietly for a while, and you can choose any one you want later.
As soon as the Sect Leader finished speaking, the other elders looked unhappy, but even though they were very anxious, no one dared to speak out and offend Hua Yanyue.
Not to mention that she is their only senior sister, they also have to rely on the elixirs she refines to save their lives in times of crisis.
No one knew that these elders who looked so majestic were all tortured by Hua Yanyue when they were young. The childhood memories were deeply ingrained in their bones, and they would never be able to get rid of this shadow in their entire lives. Except for Zhengping who suffered less and had the title of the eldest brother, no one dared to speak.
Hua Yanyue glanced at Zhengping, but frowned and shook her head hesitantly: "No, I just came to..."
"Master, accept my disciple's greetings!" Leng Mushi took a while to react, combining Hua Yanyue's attitude towards her and the words she had just said when they went to the Disciple Courtyard, as well as the fact that she had barged into the hall today and pulled her into the queue to take the test.
Leng Mushi realized that the second elder wanted to take her as his disciple!
She had once foolishly missed the Sixth Elder, and this time she couldn't miss the Second Elder no matter what!
Who cares that practicing alchemy is as difficult as ascending to heaven, who cares that one could die if one is not careful!
She was originally like a duckweed, drifting with nowhere to rely on. It would be great if she could learn some skills. If she was destined to become a vicious female supporting role and fall off a cliff and die, her struggle would not be in vain!
She was not convinced. She was not convinced that her fate was arranged by the plot. If she had been convinced, she would not be so sad and painful!
Leng Mushi reacted extremely quickly. After she realized what was happening, she immediately knelt down, hugged Hua Yanyue's thighs, and clasped their fingers together tightly to prevent her from regretting running away.
Leng Mushi said loudly: "Master, I am willing to follow you till death, serve you for my whole life, uphold your wishes, use the way of alchemy to help the people of the world, and work hard for the sect!"