Chapter 229 Selection

In fact, there is another reason why I publicly mentioned the role of the truth board -

That is, this thing has a shortcoming: it consumes too many crystals!

There is no other way around it. If one wants to save crystals, a more sophisticated magic array will be needed, and Hu Jiu's current level is not enough to draw it.

Therefore, the more people you can scare off with words, the better, so you can save some crystals.

Although the Xianlai Sect is not short of money now, who would complain about having more money? Besides, they are going to recruit more disciples now, and there will be plenty of places to spend money in the future.

So, save wherever you can!

After this incident, the subsequent screening went smoothly. Most of those with ulterior motives withdrew on their own, and the rest who were hoping for a lucky break were also caught.

The initial screening is very simple. Those over 30 years old, those who lie, and those who obviously have bad intentions will not be accepted.

Don't underestimate it, but it is enough to screen out most people.

Apart from these people, the rest who have passed the test can enter and wait outside the hall for the interview with the headmaster.

At this time, Chen Lan, holding Mo Jiuwei, stepped into the temple where the sick monks were.

These people had all kinds of diseases. Not long after they came in, there was already a strange smell in the hall. It couldn't be said to be smelly, but it was definitely not a pleasant smell.

Chen Lan frowned and asked Mo Jiuwei in a low voice, "If you don't want to smell it, you can temporarily shut off your sense of smell."

But Mo Jiuwei, who was always delicate, shook her head and said, "It's okay, put me down."

Chen Lan responded, put Mo Jiuwei down and let her walk by herself.

This body was still a little small. In order to make herself walk less tired, Mo Jiuwei grabbed the corner of Senior Sister Chen Lan's robe with one hand to gain leverage.

Huang Ye was in the hall, and when he saw them coming, he went forward and said, "This is only one of the halls, the other two halls are also full."

This was only the first day of accepting disciples, and right at the beginning, the three halls were already filled with patients!

The time for accepting disciples this time is tentatively scheduled for five days. If the number of people is too large, it will be appropriately extended. In other words, there will still be a steady stream of people coming in the next few days, and I don’t know how many halls will be built by then!

"It doesn't matter, come one by one." Chen Lan said, and looked at Mo Jiuwei.

Mo Jiuwei started from the palace gate and scanned these people one by one.

There were many mats laid in the hall, and people were sitting or lying on them. Some were so sick that they were unconscious, but others looked healthy.

[A person with four spiritual roots dares to come? 】

[You are almost at the end of your life, but you are still only in the Qi training stage. How dare you claim to have a good talent? ]

[Tsk, another person who is planning to use the Breakthrough Pill.]

Every time she passed by someone, Mo Jiuwei would comment on these people in her mind.

Chen Lan remembered it in her heart without saying anything. She just followed Mo Jiuwei's walking pace so that she could hold her clothes.

Suddenly, Mo Jiuwei stopped.

In front of her was an old man with white hair, who looked like he was about to die at any moment.

But, this person actually has only one spiritual root, and is a Jindan stage cultivator!

[A single spiritual root in the Jindan stage, what a pity, was secretly plotted against and had a bone-burying nail driven into it. ]

Mo Jiuwei sighed secretly, then pulled the corner of Chen Lan's clothes——

[Senior sister, look at me. This person, stay! ]

Chen Lan's mouth twitched, and he took out a piece of cloth and handed it to the old man, "You are left behind."

The old man was stunned and looked up suddenly, "Me? Really? Can you really save me?"

"Well, all those who are left behind can become formal disciples of the Xianlai Sect and will receive our treatment." Chen Lan said.

The people in the hall didn't know what they were doing there, because Chen Lan was holding a child and didn't look like someone in charge of screening from the Xianlai Sect.

It was not until I heard her words that I confirmed her identity.

Now everyone in the hall couldn't sit still anymore, and there were cries for help everywhere.

"Please, leave me alone!"

"Look at me, I'm very sick, my whole body aches, please leave me alone!"

"Save me, little girl..."

"Fairy, please save my mother, she can't hold on for much longer..."

Some asked for help on their own, some had their relatives speak for them, and some just cried and wailed.

"Shut up!" Chen Lan shouted coldly, "I will decide who stays and who leaves. Anyone who dares to make a noise and disrupt the order will be deemed to have voluntarily given up the qualification to stay and can leave now!"

After she said this, no one dared to say anything anymore, only some suppressed crying sounds were heard.

[This person disguised himself and got in. He is a member of the Liuxian Sect. He is really a dog that can’t change its nature. ]

Chen Lan frowned and looked at the man a few more times.

[Wow, this guy actually poisoned himself just to stay? Absolutely amazing.]

Mo Jiuwei watched and complained in her heart.

Chen Lan, who was listening nearby, was so amazed that she almost grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ate them while listening.

She is now extremely grateful that she can hear the thoughts of her junior sister, otherwise she would have missed so many wonderful scenes!

Mo Jiuwei paused and this time looked at a male cultivator in black sitting in the corner.

He came alone, with no one accompanying him.

He was as thin as a pole, extremely weak and his face was pale.

[This is really an eye-opener. He could actually make a pure Yang body into this state. It's really a waste of God's gift. ]

[He almost died in a woman's belly! ]

Mo Jiuwei complained in her heart while pulling the corner of her clothes with her hand.

Chen Lan immediately handed over the cloth strip, "You are left behind."

The black-clothed male cultivator was startled for a moment, then showed a look of surprise. He wanted to bow and express his gratitude, but he really didn't have the strength, so he could only say thank you with trembling lips.

Mo Jiuwei moved quickly, as if she had entered the palace accidentally and walked around inside casually.

With just one glance, she could tell whether a person had real talent or fake talent.

Facts have proved that many people are just unconscious, even though the Xianlai Sect has made the rules very clear: it’s okay to be sick, it’s okay to be old, but you must have good talent.

But even with this single condition, less than one-tenth of the people present met it.

Maybe they want to be treated so badly that they want to try their luck even though they know they don't meet the requirements.

It is also possible that they do not think that they do not meet the requirements at all, but really think that they are naturally gifted, but their cultivation has been delayed by illness.

In a short while, Mo Jiuwei had passed more than half of the people in the hall, but only four people were left among the nearly two hundred people.

Except for the old man with the Golden Core and the male cultivator with the Pure Yang Body, the remaining two people have single spiritual roots and mutated spiritual roots respectively. No matter where they are placed, they are geniuses among geniuses.

However, correspondingly, their illnesses are very serious, and if they are delayed for too long, they have become difficult to cure.