"Good news! The immortal is here to recruit disciples. You have spiritual roots, so you will definitely be accepted as his disciple! You can even climb the immortal mountain!" Jiang Youcai said this with certainty and a look of great excitement. He had also become a disciple of an immortal when he was young. It's just that his spiritual roots are the worst, not even up to par, so he can only be a handyman. After practicing for decades, he hasn't made any progress and is only at the Qi Refining level. In the end, he was injured by a monster and almost became a disabled person, but fortunately he still survived. He had no choice but to go down the mountain, marry and have children, hoping that one of his descendants would be qualified, but his two sons had no spiritual roots, which disappointed him greatly. So he placed his hopes on his grandson. Fortunately, his efforts paid off and with the blessing of his ancestors, his first grandson was born with spiritual roots, and that was Jiang Zheng. However, Jiang Youcai himself did not understand the technique of [revealing roots], and had no idea what kind of spiritual roots Jiang Zheng had. But he thought that his grandson must be stronger than himself, and he couldn't be a waste like himself, so he took out the immortal seed he brought out from the sect. It was planted on the Tiger Cliff in the back mountain and watered with pig blood all year round. He hoped that it would add some foundation to his grandson's path in the future so that he could be one step ahead of others. I wouldn’t dare say they can compare with the descendants of great monks, but at least they are much better than the peasants from small mountain villages.
The only drawback is that his little grandson has no spiritual roots, but there is nothing that can be done about it. It is already a blessing from God that he can have a descendant with spiritual roots. Jiang Youcai comforted himself in this way. "The immortal is accepting disciples!" Upon hearing this, Jiang Zheng's breathing suddenly became rapid, and for a moment he felt like he was dreaming. When he was a child, he had seen from afar the immortals in the sky, walking on divine light and flying in the void. He was extremely fascinated at that time, and now that the immortal has come to accept him as a disciple, he feels that he is so close to his dream. The villagers crowded the entrance of the village, each with their own children. Even those without children were willing to join in the fun. At this time, Jiang Youcai pulled Jiang Zheng to the crowd. "You are a talented man!" One person was sharp-eyed and recognized Jiang Youcai and Jiang Zheng. "Grandpa Youcai must have brought Ah Zheng to worship in the Immortal Mountain. Grandpa Youcai came from the Immortal Mountain, so his grandson can definitely worship in the Immortal Mountain!" "That's for sure..." The villagers are very optimistic about Jiang Zheng because his grandfather had been to the fairy mountain and they believe that Jiang Zheng must also have the ability to go to the fairy mountain. Moreover, Jiang Youcai must have seen something wrong in his grandson, otherwise why would he only bring Jiang Zheng here? He has another grandson. After confirming this, some villagers showed envy, shook their heads and sighed, and at the same time secretly hoped that their children could also enter the fairy mountain. Jiang Youcai has a very high prestige in the village. After all, he has been to the fairy mountain. The villagers are actually willing to make way for the grandfather and grandson to squeeze in. The grandfather and grandson thanked each other while walking through the crowded crowd. From a distance, Jiang Zheng couldn't help but look up out of curiosity, and saw two immortals with fluttering robes standing on flying swords not far above his head. With figures as straight as pine trees, silver crowns on their heads and jade pendants on their waists, they exuded an aloof temperament. They looked at the people below with indifferent eyes. "This is the Immortal..." Jiang Zheng stared at it intently, fascinated. He wondered what it would be like if he could become such an immortal and stand on that flying sword.
He likes swords very much, because the book says that the sword is the king of all weapons. Obviously, hanging a sword on the waist can tell the world that he is an upright gentleman better than reading thousands of books. "hehe……" At this moment, Jiang Zheng sneered in his mind: "They are just two ants, yet they act so arrogantly." "Are you more powerful than these two immortals?" Jiang Zheng lowered his voice and asked in a low voice. He was very curious. From what Kong Qing said, it seemed that he still dared to look down on the immortals in the sky. “Immortal? Hahaha…” Kong Qing laughed arrogantly and said, “I will say it one last time. There are tens of thousands of cultivators in the world, but I am the only one who dares to call myself an immortal!” Jiang Zheng didn't take it seriously, thinking that Kong Qingxian was just bragging. Just as he was about to continue speaking... "quiet!" The immortal in the sky spoke. As soon as the words fell, the villagers below immediately shut their mouths, fearing that they would anger the immortal and ruin their children's immortal fate, and also lose their lives. The immortal only accepts a disciple once every ten years. This has happened before and it is a very normal thing. The immortal was furious and his sword was stained with blood. "We are disciples of Lingxi Sect. We are here to bless you today. Anyone under the age of sixteen may come forward. If you have spiritual roots, you may join Lingxi Sect and bring honor to your family." An immortal said loudly. As soon as the words fell, the young man and woman below suddenly had fiery eyes, and even their breathing became rapid, praying in their hearts that they had spiritual roots. If one can really be born with spiritual roots, enter the immortal sect, and climb the immortal mountain, then it would be like a fish leaping over the dragon gate! From then on, immortals and mortals were separated and lived happily. According to legend, there were powerful immortals who could travel thousands of miles with a single thought, pluck stars with one hand, move mountains and fill the sea with ease. What's worse, he can destroy the sun and the moon with his fist and shatter the mountains and rivers with his feet! "Lingxi Sect? Kong Qing, have you heard of it?" Jiang Zheng asked in a low voice. He was very curious about what kind of paradise this place is where immortals practice. "How can a mere small sect survive for thousands of years? How can it be heard by this immortal? If it is a big sect, maybe it can be heard by this immortal," Kong Qingxian replied disdainfully. "Big sect?" Jiang Zheng took note in secret. It turned out that there were even more powerful big sects above the sects. It seemed that there were also strong and weak immortal mountains. Soon, those men and women who met the age requirements stood in a row, waiting for the immortal to test their spiritual roots. "Go ahead," Jiang Youcai smiled and asked Jiang Zheng to go, then turned around and looked at the immortals in the sky. "Hmm?" At this time, an immortal on the flying sword noticed Jiang Youcai's gaze, looked over, looked at him for a moment, and narrowed his eyes slightly. "How could there be monks in such a remote place?" "It's just the first level of Qi Refining. It must be a useless spiritual root. Don't take it seriously." His companion beside him saw through Jiang Youcai's cultivation level at a glance and looked extremely disdainful. "Of course," the man nodded, and then thought of something, and then said with a smile: "Friend Zhu, you know me..." "Don't be embarrassed, fellow Taoist. I'll go."
Before Hu Liang finished speaking, Zhu Shengwu understood what he meant. He knew that the other party came from a wealthy family and hated these poor people and avoided them like maggots. He was unwilling to have any contact with them, but he was different. He also came from a grassroots background, so he didn't mind these things too much. But after all, he was a cultivator, and he still hated these despicable people from the bottom of his heart. Jiang Zheng came to the team and exchanged a few words with his peers. Then he noticed two familiar figures standing in front of the team. "Youfu, you must fight for your mother's honor. The future prosperity of our family depends on you. You will give this to the immortal later." As she spoke, Song Caihua stuffed something wrapped in brocade into Jiang Youfu's hand. "Don't worry, mother. Jiang Zheng can go to the Immortal Mountain, so why can't I? That old man is really abominable. He used some spiritual roots to deceive me. How would he know if I have spiritual roots? He is obviously biased!" Jiang Youfu said viciously: "When I get to the Immortal Mountain and learn some skills, I will definitely teach that old man and Jiang Zheng's family a lesson!" "Well said, this is a good son of your mother, he has ambitions!" Song Caihua praised with satisfaction, then gave a few instructions and turned to leave. Her eyes happened to meet Jiang Zheng who was standing behind her. She glared at him fiercely, then turned away and left. Jiang Zheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He heard the conversation between the mother and son clearly and wanted to curse them for being shameless. Over the years, Song Caihua's family of three have eaten and used their own food without any complaints. They never expected that those three bowls of rice would raise an ungrateful person! Originally, he thought that the other party was just narrow-minded. Since his grandfather passed the treasure to him, he felt guilty and could understand them a little. Now it seems that he has evil intentions! The book is right, a little kindness will bring more hatred!