Chapter 193 Servant of the True Immortal

After Fang Zhuan stood still, he flipped his wrist, a golden light flashed in his palm, and a golden round card the size of a palm appeared.

Runes are densely covered on the round card, and the material is exactly the same as those metal squares.

Following a few soft chants in his mouth, he made a tactic with the other hand, and all the spirit patterns on the golden round plate suddenly lit up, and a golden light shot out from it, and landed on a certain metal square on the wall behind the house.

The grid restricted the aura to flicker, releasing bursts of splendor like water waves, and then a metal square box the size of an ordinary makeup box moved out of the wall and flew into Fang Zhuan's hand.

He pressed the round metal plate on the box, and a golden light suddenly appeared on the box, and a spherical light mask appeared, covering it.

Han Li glanced over, and saw golden runes flashing continuously on the mask, like golden dragons, circling around indefinitely, and bursts of very strange aura came out from them.

But after a while, the spherical mask suddenly retracted, and the golden light also disappeared immediately.

The square box slowly flew back to the square on the wall, and with a flash of inspiration, it was sealed again, leaving only the metal round card still suspended in mid-air.

During the whole process, the square box was never opened at all.

It can be seen from this that even though this person is a deacon of the first hall, he cannot open these boxes containing the secret tome, and all he can do is probably copy the contents of the secret tome.

Fang Zhuan picked up Han Li's elder token, put it together with the round metal plate, and softly recited a few secret mantras.

The light of the two objects flashed at the same time, and then went out again.

"Okay, the merit points in the token have been deducted. The Lingshu card has also recorded your essence and blood breath, and only you can view the exercises recorded in it. Remember, don't try to copy the content, otherwise Take the consequences at your own risk." Fang Zhuan warned as he handed over both tokens.

"In that case, I would like to thank Elder Fang." Han Li stretched out his hand to take it, and nodded in response.

At this moment, another person walked in quickly from outside the hall, and shouted at Fang Zhuan, "Senior Brother Fang."

"Oh, so it's Junior Brother Gu, but I haven't seen you for a while, what are you doing here today?" Fang Zhuan obviously knew the other party very well, and replied with a smile.

Seeing this, Han Li was slightly taken aback.

This seemingly ordinary scene seemed a bit incomprehensible to him. The man surnamed Gu was clearly a monk in the real fairyland, and he actually called Fang Zhuan, a Mahayana monk, his senior brother?

Fang Zhuan seemed to have noticed Han Li's strangeness, and a trace of sadness flashed on his face inadvertently.

"Since Elder Fang has a visitor, I will take my leave now." Seeing this, Han Li said his farewell immediately.

"Okay, Elder Li, go slowly. If you need anything else today, you can come back at any time." Fang Zhuan nodded, and seemed to have deep meaning in his words.

Han Li stroked his chin inexplicably, nodded slightly to the two of them, then turned and left.

After leaving the Chuan Gong Hall, he originally planned to go directly back to Chixia Peak Cave Mansion, but suddenly remembered something, and turned to the nearby Lin Chuan Hall.

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Puling Valley, located on the western edge of the Zhongming Mountains, is a huge trumpet-shaped valley formed by two side mountain ranges extending towards the south and sandwiched in the middle.

Because in this valley, there grows a kind of Puling grass with a little effect of gathering the aura of heaven and earth, so it is named "Puling Valley".

Due to this characteristic of puling grass, it is often used to make futons for meditation. For low-level monks, being able to have such a futon for cultivation can also increase their cultivation speed a lot.

Of course, the puling grass in this valley is owned by the sect, and it is expressly forbidden for the disciples to pick it privately, and violators will be punished severely.

Having said that, this valley is quite a special place for Candle Dragon Dao. For the inner sect trials once every ten years, the outer sect disciples who participated in the election will usually gather here first, and then the deacons and elders will unify them. Take it to snowmelt forests and other places.

However, after each trial, only a very small number of people are lucky enough to pass and become inner disciples envied by everyone. More people either died in the cruel trial process, or went back to be ordinary disciples full of scars. outer disciple.

Since each outer disciple has only one chance to participate in the trial in his lifetime, once he fails, it means that if there is no special opportunity, he will never be able to become an inner disciple.

In fact, most of these outer disciples came from all corners of the Ancient Cloud Continent, and their aptitude was not bad. They could all be regarded as favored children in their respective power families, otherwise even the outer disciples of Zhulongdao would not be selected.

After the failure of the inner sect trial, they were naturally unwilling to give up the Dao of Immortal Cultivation, so most people chose to sign contracts in the Pu Ling Hall, waiting for the presence and selection of true immortals from all walks of life in the Candle Dragon Dao, hoping to become their servant.

After all, to be able to become a servant of a true immortal, in the eyes of these people, is naturally an indescribable opportunity, and their status will naturally be quite different accordingly.

If he is appreciated by a true immortal and given some good luck, it is not completely impossible to directly accept him as an inner disciple in the future.

It's just that the vast majority of true immortals already have their own servants, and most of them choose from the children of their own families. There are very few people who come to Puring Valley to choose servants. The probability will be relatively higher.

Even so, every time there is news of the presence of a true immortal, it will still attract a large number of disciples to rush here to try their luck.

At this moment, the Puling Valley was crowded with people and noisy voices. Thousands of people gathered densely, and there were still people rushing towards the entrance of the valley.

Because not long ago, an elder deacon of Pu Ling Temple released news that some real immortals might come here to select servants recently, so many outer disciples gathered here after hearing the news.

On both sides of the valley, there are patches of grass composed of emerald green puling grass with thick rhizomes like swords, most of which are more than a hundred feet apart.

Dozens or even hundreds of monks in gray robes were standing or sitting cross-legged on each patch of grass. It seemed that each patch of grass was a circle, which looked clearly distinct.

Most of these people have cultivation bases from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Core Formation Stage, and of course there are a few disciples from the Nascent Soul Stage. I plan to sit cross-legged here while waiting for the arrival of the real immortal, so I don't waste my training time.

Outside Taniguchi, a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a gray robe and a crescent-shaped jade pendant hanging from his waist, rushed out with three companions and squeezed into the crowd. among.

"Yungui, let's find a more conspicuous place, so that we are more likely to be picked." One of the companions, a fat man with a round face, said to the simple and honest youth while clearing his way through the crowd.

The large patches of grass in the best positions at the entrance of the valley have basically been occupied by people headed by disciples of the Nascent Soul stage, and only the grass slightly inside still has some space.

"Okay, there's still time over there." The honest young man nodded, and pointed to a bush not far away that was more than ten feet in size.

As a result, as soon as he stepped onto the grass, he felt a heavy bump on his shoulder, and he staggered. When he turned around, he saw a young man with a burly figure that looked like an iron tower.

"Isn't this the young master Mengyun Guimeng? Why, come to compete with us again?" The iron tower youth sneered.

Hearing the words, the honest young man stopped, and subconsciously clenched his fists, but finally loosened them again.

The person in front of him is named Sun Buzheng, and he is actually from the same village as him, both from a small and remote country called Meng Chi.

Meng Yungui's Meng family was originally a family of cultivators who secretly ruled the country, while Sun Buzheng's family was the royal family of Meng Chi country. The two of them had a good relationship when they were young, and they were considered close friends.

It was only later that turmoil broke out in Meng Chi State, the Sun family was overthrown, and the Meng family was also attacked by foreign cultivators at this time, and thus declined.

Sun Buzheng's real name is Sun Hao. As a member of the original royal family, he watched the country collapse and his family died. He always believed that it was the reason why the Meng family stood by and watched, so he always had a deep grudge against the Meng family, so much so that he reunited with Meng Yungui in the Candle Dragon Road. Later, he often regarded him as an enemy.

Meng Yungui wanted to explain at first, but later found it was useless, so he gave up.

Every time he faced Sun Buzheng's provocation, he chose to endure it, but it was his attitude that made Sun Buzheng even more annoyed.

"Let's move to another place." Meng Yungui whispered to the people behind him, and then walked towards another patch of grass not far away.

"Meng Yungui, are you still a man? Every time you pretend to be a grandson, it makes people angry." Sun Buzheng looked at his back and couldn't help but angrily said.

His roar was so loud that everyone around him looked in this direction, including a tall young man with an ordinary face.

The grass where this person was located was not small, and there were some outer disciples sitting cross-legged in groups of three or four, but he seemed to be alone.

This person was none other than Han Li who had just arrived from Chuan Gong Hall.

He didn't go directly to Pu Ling Hall to find the deacons and elders to pass the roster selection, but went directly to the valley, intending to see for himself before talking.

Although he was just a servant, he didn't want to listen to other people's so-called recommendations, so that some spies would be placed by his side.

He only showed the aura of alchemy stage, but he didn't attract anyone's attention, everyone just regarded him as an outer disciple who came to try his luck.

He glanced at the simple and honest young man who was walking towards him, and then looked away.

"Go away, I want this place!" At this moment, a cold voice came from in front of him.

But it was a middle-aged man who looked like he was in his forties, with a rough face, and two monks, a man and a woman, followed behind him.

This person seems to be a late-stage alchemy monk, and among the many alchemy-stage monks nearby, he is considered a master.

Most of the monks who were in the grass with Han Li were only in the early stages of alchemy. Seeing this situation, although some people looked a little ugly, they all left the grass without saying a word after looking at each other.

Not long after, there was only Han Li left here. Meng Yungui, who was walking towards here, frowned and stopped in place.

"You have a very strange face, aren't you new here?" The middle-aged man frowned, staring at Han Li, and said coldly.

"It's not long since I came here. I heard that disciples who want to become servants of true immortals will come here, so come and see me." Han Li said lightly.

"Haha, look quickly, he's still a ignorant young man!"

"I really think I am a stunning young genius!"

As a result, as soon as he said those words, there was a burst of laughter around him.