Zhu Changyang had no idea that his unintentional interaction with the little fairy boy had caused a small stir in the live broadcast room of another world. He was still thinking about how to persuade this guy later.
He first introduced himself and then asked the other person's name.
The little fairy boy was in a better mood now, and he started chatting cheerfully. He said, "My name is Jun Shu, Jun means a gentleman as beautiful as jade, and Shu means a thousand years."
"Jun Shu." Zhu Changyang repeated in a low voice, complaining in his heart that this man did not live up to his name and should be called Pengci Shu.
He asked, "It's getting late, don't you need to go home?"
Pengci Shu: "Oh, I don't have a home."
Oh, not surprising, it’s the world of cultivation.
Zhu Changyang changed the question: "Where is your sect?"
"nor."
"So what are you doing here?"
"Nothing, just wandering around... But now I have something to do."
Zhu Changyang:
He felt that this sentence had an ominous aura directed at him. He was about to ask more questions when Jun Shu said, "We've arrived."
Zhu Changyang looked carefully and saw a vermilion lacquered gate with strange patterns painted on it. Outside the gate was a long staircase, which was the Baigong Gate.
The Baigong Sect is not ranked high in the Piaomiao Continent, but it has a long history. It occupies a large area in the east of the town, stretching all the way to the suburbs, and has its own hilltop.
At this time, the Golden Crow had already fallen, leaving only its last outline and the dusk.
The deacon disciple in charge of registration was packing up outside the door. Chang Fengchi came down the stairs and asked, "How is the registration today?"
"Young Sect Master." Several disciples nodded in greeting and then looked at each other.
One of them said, "It's not full."
Chang Fengchi sighed and looked worried.
Baigongmen is located in a quiet place and seems to have a good location, but the actual situation is very embarrassing.
Because to its north is the largest weapon-refining sect in Piaomiao Continent, Yong Zhoutian, any weapon-refining masters with some talent in the surrounding area would naturally be absorbed there first.
Especially in the past two years, Yong Zhutian has been ambitious and has encroached on a lot of territory in the south.
Under the pressure, Baigongmen's situation gradually became difficult. This difficulty was reflected not only in recruiting new people, but also in business.
As Yongzhutian expanded in size, the amount of magical instruments it produced also increased greatly.
Baigongmen could never compare to Yong Zhoutian in refining instruments. Even if they were magical instruments with the same functional level, buyers would give priority to Yong Zhoutian's, after all, it was a big brand.
The result is that more weapon refiners will give priority to Yong Zhoutian.
In such a vicious cycle, Baigongmen couldn't help but feel the strain, and this year it didn't even register the expected number of primary candidates.
Seeing Chang Fengchi was worried, the deacon disciple hurriedly comforted him: "But just now, a man with two upper-grade spiritual roots came, and he has already cultivated to the Golden Core stage. The elder said that he has a good chance of becoming the master's personal disciple."
"Really?" Chang Fengchi suddenly perked up and quickly flipped through the list, "Which one? Let me see."
"This, Lord Shi." The deacon disciple couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw him so happy.
Their young master is good in every other aspect except his mediocre talent. As the only son of the head of the sect, he only succeeded in building his foundation last year.
The head of the sect probably saw that he would not be able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of Baigong Sect in the future, and now that the sect was in a downward trend, he decided to accept another disciple.
Chang Fengchi was not at all unhappy with this decision. Instead, he strongly supported it and ran in and out to help.
It is also because of this broad mind that although he is not very talented, all the disciples are very respectful to him.
Chang Fengchi scanned the list, then remembered something and asked, "By the way, is there anyone with a two-wheeled vehicle who wants to sign up today?"
"No." The deacon disciple shook his head, wondering what the young master was talking about, how could there be a two-wheeled vehicle.
Chang Fengchi frowned slightly. Could it be that the brother still didn't catch up
Just at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the side: "Wait a minute!"
Zhu Changyang sprinted a hundred meters, then braked suddenly, panting and saying, "I, I want to sign up."
The deacon's eyes blurred and he saw two young men riding on a strange-looking iron frame stopping in front of him.
Deacon disciple: “…”
There really is a car with two wheels!
Chang Fengchi's brows relaxed: "I thought you didn't catch up."
Zhu Changyang didn't expect to see Chang Fengchi again so soon. He was stunned at first, but soon realized that the other party was from Baigongmen.
He smiled sheepishly: "There was an accident on the way, which delayed us for some time."
As he spoke, he glanced at the scammer still nailed to the back seat.
The person involved seemed unaware, but Chang Fengchi noticed Jun Shu and his eyes lit up immediately. Such an outstanding appearance was rare in the entire Piaomiao Continent.
Chang Fengchi couldn't help but ask, "Is this person here to sign up as well?"
When he saw this man sitting in the back seat of Zhu Changyang's car, he thought that the two had known each other for a long time and had come together.
Zhu Changyang was about to deny it, but Jun Shu glanced at the bicycle under his butt, nodded first, and said casually: "Then report one."
Zhu Changyang turned his head slowly. The ominous feeling he had just had came true! This guy really wanted to scam people to the end!
Chang Fengchi didn't notice the strange look on his face, and asked the deacon to register their names.
The deacon disciple showed a difficult expression on his face: "Young Sect Master, the jade disk for measuring spiritual roots has been taken back to the warehouse."
When recruiting new members, sects of cultivation must first test their spiritual roots. Only those whose spiritual roots meet the basic standards can be admitted, and Baigong Sect is no exception.
However, the jade disk used for measuring spiritual roots is very valuable and is usually kept in the warehouse. When needed, it must be taken out by the elder in charge of the warehouse.
Just now, they saw that it was getting late and there didn't seem to be anyone coming to sign up, so they put the jade disk away. If they needed to use it now, they had to go and ask the elders to take it out. Unfortunately, Elder Jin, who was in charge of the warehouse, had just left for something.
Chang Fengchi hesitated for a moment and said, "Then let's not test our spiritual roots first. Anyway, there will be another small test next. We can test our spiritual roots again after the small test is over."
This approach was somewhat against the rules, but there was a shortage of talent in Baigongmen right now, and he saw that Zhu Changyang seemed to have some clever ideas, so he made the decision to make some concessions.
The young sect master said so, and the deacon disciples naturally had no objection. Since they had not registered enough people today, they had some extra rooms for the first-time examinees, so they opened the roster and registered the two people's information, and then said, "Come with me."
Zhu Changyang squinted at someone still nailed to the back seat and said, "Friend, it's time to get off the bus."
Jun Shu then reluctantly jumped down and pouted: "Tsk, so stingy."
Zhu Changyang ignored his complaints, put away his bicycle, and went up the stairs with the deacon disciple.
The deacon disciple said as they walked: "I will take you to select materials now. You will have two days to refine the tools as a work for the entry test..."
Zhu Changyang was stunned: "Entrance exam?"
The deacon disciple smiled and explained: "You are lucky. The master wants to personally accept a disciple this year, so he added a round of basic tests..."
Zhu Changyang walked and listened to the deacon disciple explaining the rules, and his heart slowly broke.
This test sounds simple. Baigongmen will provide materials to the candidates, and the candidates will produce works within a limited time. If the works pass the screening, they can officially start the test. The outstanding ones will have the opportunity to be promoted to the principal's disciples.
In modern times, this is just an entry-level requirement for elementary school students, but Zhu Changyang is a complete illiterate in the world of cultivation, and such a test is enough to screen him out.
Zhu Changyang secretly sighed at his bad luck, but he remained calm and thought quickly about how to get away with it.
Just as he was thinking about it, the deacon disciple waved towards a room with a fire in the distance and shouted, "Brother, don't close the door yet, there are two more people coming."
Shi Hou had just finished selecting the materials he wanted to use and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the shout. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. He had just clearly seen the people from Baigongmen taking away the jade disk for testing spiritual roots. Logically, he should be the last person to sign up.
The Baigongmen who was in charge of leading him had the same question and shouted back: "Why is there still someone?"
The disciple understood what he said. The young master was a good person, so it was not surprising. He did not ask any more questions and turned to look at Shi Hou: "You have finished choosing, right? Then I will take you back to your room."
Shi Hou's eyes flashed, and he smiled and said, "Sorry, I just had a new idea and wanted to change some materials. Is that okay?"
Shi Hou was the one with the best spiritual roots among those who signed up today. The elders were optimistic about him becoming the master's disciple. The disciple who led the way was also a little more patient with him. Hearing this, he politely said, "Of course."
As soon as Shi Hou left, Zhu Changyang and his group arrived.
The deacon disciple pushed open the door and said, "You can choose for yourselves. You can use any of the ingredients inside, but each person can only take twenty items."
The sunlight has completely disappeared and the surroundings are dark.
Zhu Changyang glanced at the dark room and asked, "Brother, can you help me turn on the light? It's too dark to see clearly."
The deacon disciple was puzzled: "Don't you know how to use spiritual fire?"
That’s a very good question. Don’t ask it again next time.
Zhu Changyang asked back: "You don't have a rule that requires the use of spiritual fire, right?"
Deacon disciple: “…”
Spiritual fire is the most basic skill for every weapon refiner. Without spiritual fire, it would be difficult to refine materials rich in spiritual energy. This is why mortal craftsmen can never compare with weapon refiners.
But if you really have to say, there is no regulation.
The deacon disciple didn't know how to answer for a moment and felt suspicious.
It turned out that this person was specially taken care of by the young master, and I thought he had some extraordinary qualities, but I didn't expect that he couldn't even use spiritual fire.
Could it be that the young master was deceived
He turned to look at Jun Shu: "What about you? You wouldn't also..."
Jun Shu glanced at Zhu Changyang and saw that he was looking at him eagerly with expectation in his eyes, so he spread out his palms and asked, "Is this what you are talking about?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a small flame about the height of a finger jumped up from the palm of his hand, instantly illuminating the surrounding area.
The deacon disciple's expression eased a little. Even though the spiritual fire was very small, at least he could use it. At least the young master was not completely deceived.
He didn't hesitate any more. After all, the next step was testing, and those who failed would naturally be eliminated. So he said, "Okay, then you guys hurry up and pick the materials."
A few people walked into the door and, with the help of the small flame in Jun Shu's hand, they could barely see the furnishings inside.
The room is not big, with only two walls of shelves, and a lot of space is empty.
The deacon disciple exclaimed, "Eh!" and thought to himself, are the people this year so powerful that they have taken all the top-quality materials
This is just a basic test, providing mostly common materials, but also a small number of rare and high-quality ones.
As expected, given that each person can only take a fixed amount, every contestant should be able to get one or two good things even on a first-come, first-served basis.
This is because most of those who sign up are novice refiners with shallow skills who are unable to refine too many high-quality materials. Naturally, they will not waste their limited quota on things they cannot refine.
But at this time, the high-quality materials in the warehouse had been cleared out, leaving only some inferior goods that could be found everywhere.
The deacon disciple was wondering who was so powerful. He turned around and saw Zhu Changyang also frowning. He could only explain dryly: "Well, this is the rule. You arrived too late. This is all we have."
Zhu Changyang looked easy to talk to and smiled: "I understand."
How could the deacon disciple know that for Zhu Changyang, the real problem was not that the materials were too bad, but... What the hell were these things
Feathers, furs, and bones of unknown species, all kinds of strange plants, wood blocks, and crystals, and strange liquids with colors comparable to Hogwarts potions...
After going around in a circle, there was nothing he recognized.
Seeing that he had been turning around for a long time without making any move, the deacon disciple couldn't help but feel a little impatient: "How is it, have you chosen?"
Zhu Changyang sighed inwardly, it seemed that the food and accommodation at Lanxiang Technical School were not so easy to get.
No matter what, at least I can get through tonight.
He lingered between the bones and feathers. Baigongmen wouldn't be angry if I used this thing to make a feather fan, right
As he was thinking, he glanced at the weather outside the door. Just then, his peripheral vision passed by a spot under the corridor outside the door, and then his gaze was fixed.
There stood a small pile of stones of various shapes and colors.
Zhu Changyang was invigorated and ran out quickly. He looked carefully again in the moonlight, then turned back to ask the deacon disciple: "Can I choose these things?"
"What do you want those for?" The deacon disciple suspected that he had seen it wrong, and kindly reminded him, "Those are low-grade waste stones. We plan to dispose of them."
Spiritual stones can help with cultivation and improve cultivation, so each sect will distribute some to its disciples every month, and disciples can also receive them from the sect based on their contributions.
But spirit stones are disposable and will be useless once their spiritual power is drained away.
The sect will generally handle them in a unified manner. Most of them are discarded directly, a few can be refined into materials, and some will be taken away by craftsmen in the mortal realm.
Especially the low-grade spirit stones, because they contain less spiritual energy, are large in size, and are prone to loss, they take up a lot of space after being discarded, and a large number of them need to be disposed of after a period of time.
What was piled under the corridor were the low-grade spirit stones that had been sucked dry and were ready to be thrown away, or low-grade waste stones.
Zhu Changyang was also a little surprised when he heard this, but he did not expose his ignorance. He just smiled and said, "Nothing, I just think it's a waste to throw these stones away like this, and I want to reuse them. You don't have a rule that prohibits using these, right?"
The deacon's look became more and more strange.
The uses of low-grade spirit stones are very limited, and using waste stones to refine tools is unheard of.
Is this guy really a liar
But I've never heard of any scammers stealing waste stones.
The deacon disciple was puzzled, and since the waste stone was going to be thrown away anyway, he said, "Take it if you want."
Zhu Changyang: "Then how much can I take?"
This doesn't seem to belong to the material library, so I don't know how to calculate the quantity.
Deacon disciple: "... You can take them all if you want."
This saves them the effort of throwing it again.
Zhu Changyang was delighted when he heard this: "Then I won't be polite."
After saying that, he really put all the small pile of stones into his pocket.
The corner of the deacon's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Jun Shu again: "What about you, have you made your choice?"
Jun Shu held the feathers and bones that Zhu Changyang had just looked at in his hand: "Then I want these two, right?"
Deacon disciple: "Is that all? Anything else?"
Jun Shu: “No need.”
Deacon disciple: “…”
These two people are really economical with materials!
That’s good, this way the young master won’t be too sad when he finds out he’s been cheated, at least he didn’t lose too much.
The deacon wiped his face and said, "Okay, let's go back to your rooms."
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The night in the world of cultivation gradually deepened, and the popularity of the live broadcast room also dropped. Those who were still watching the live broadcast were all full of sympathy for Zhu Changyang.
[The host is at a loss now. He doesn't even know how to use spiritual fire. How can he pass the weapon refining stage? ]
[My luck is so bad, how come they added this test? ]
[Queshi, you can't keep making bicycles. They're fine for riding, but they're just that useful in the cultivation world. No one really cares about them.]
[I don't understand. The host's situation is so bad, but he doesn't even take the materials. What does he need so much waste stone for? ]
[That's quite strange, are you planning to make stone sculptures? ]
[If this is true, it would be a piece of shit.]
The author has something to say:
Deacon Disciple: It’s time for the Young Master to download an anti-fraud app!
This is Pujiang, a high imitation.
(End of this chapter)