Chapter 70 Three Spiritual Roots

The world of cultivating immortals is huge.

For the first time, Chen Luo felt the vastness of the world.

At the speed of the flying boat, it would take half a month to return to Shenhu Xianmen. From this point, we can also see how large the area controlled by Shenhu Xianmen is. Each of the three subordinate countries is larger than the Yue Kingdom where Chen Luo and his friends were born.

After spending two days on the flying boat, the boat went to a white jade city and picked up a group of people.

The two groups of people together almost reached 200 people. This shows that only a huge population base within the territory of the Three Kingdoms can support so many qualified geniuses.

Fortunately, the flying boat is big enough, so even with so many people gathered on it, it doesn’t feel crowded.

This morning.

Chen Luo had just finished his Qi Refining practice when he sensed a message from the water drop mark on his chest.

This is the identity token of the disciples of Shenhu Xianmen. The levels are distinguished by color. The token that Chen Luo and his friends have now is only temporary and the color is the lowest.

"Gather? Is that elder finally going to give a lecture?"

Chen Luo quickly stood up, pushed the door and walked out.

The white jade square in the center of the flying boat was already full of people. Chen Luo came late and could only sit at the back.

He also saw Xie Shuang, Du De and others, who had arrived earlier and were in front of the crowd.

Chen Luo thought it was troublesome and did not go over to join them.

"Is everyone here?"

Senior Brother Fang, who was dressed in slovenly clothes, appeared in front. He glanced at everyone and after roughly confirming the number of people, he began to call out the names.

"Then let's get started."

"Start what?"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but ask.

"There are still ten days before we reach the sect. I have to check the attributes of your spiritual roots and recommend suitable mountains for you to avoid practicing the wrong Qigong method." Senior Brother Fang yawned loudly. He didn't know what he did last night. He looked listless.

"What is the relationship between Qi training and spiritual root attributes?"

Senior Brother Fang glanced impatiently at the disciple who asked the question.

"You don't think that cultivation is the same as practicing martial arts, that if I just throw a secret book at you, you can take it back and practice it yourself, right?"

“Isn’t it?”

The disciple who asked the question looked confused.

This was his impression of cultivating immortals: learn a spell, go back and absorb and exhale spiritual energy to practice, and if you have money, get some spiritual stones and elixirs to speed up your practice.

"In the secular world, doctors who study medicine still divide it into internal and external methods. Blood, bones, skin, flesh, meridians, spirit and soul, different diseases have different treatment methods. What makes you think that the method of practicing to pursue immortality is simpler than the method of treating diseases by ordinary doctors?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciple who asked the question was immediately speechless.

After teaching a few troublesome disciples a lesson, Senior Brother Fang sat in the seat of honor. He took out a brush and waved it a few times on the table.

As the ink fell, the rice paper on the table suddenly lit up, and above the picture, a large group of ink-black butterflies flew out.

These butterflies seemed to have life, and after circling for a while, they flew towards the disciples present. A jet-black butterfly flew in front of Chen Luo and merged into the water drop mark. The next moment, a mysterious power merged into his body along the mark and began to detect it.

This was also the first time that Chen Luo had seen this method.

He thought that the qualification test would be the same as the assessment in the novels, where each person would go up and touch the stone to test it.

"Those who have entered the path should stand in front."

Senior Brother Fang yawned out of boredom and acted very casually about this task.

There was no one seen from other Shenhu Xianmen disciples. Chen Luo paid special attention and found that most of those who were still outside had accepted missions, and those who did not have missions were all practicing in their rooms. This also gave him a certain understanding of the atmosphere of Shenhu Xianmen.

The two hundred people moved, and more than thirty people stood in the front row. Chen Luo, Du De and the others were among them.

"good."

Senior Brother Fang took a quick glance and saw him raise his writing brush and tap a few times at the thirty or so people in front of him.

"You, you, you. The five of you go to the back."

The faces of the people who were picked turned pale, and they looked at the people around them with envy, and silently moved to the back. Dude's face was also a little ugly, because he was one of the five people. Although he didn't know what standing at the back meant, it was definitely not a good result.

"Brother."

Du Jian and the other two looked nervous.

"Follow the instructions and don't act rashly."

Dude gave instructions and turned to the back. Now that they have not officially joined the Shenhu Xianmen, it is the most sensible thing to do to follow the other party's arrangements.

"You're entering the Tao at such an old age. You're obviously a loser."

Senior Brother Fang muttered something and waved the brush again.

The butterfly that had previously merged into everyone's body flew out and floated above everyone's head.

"Everyone with two or more colors should come to the front."

This time, there was no need for Senior Brother Fang to explain, everyone understood the meaning of this color.

Spiritual root attributes!

According to the calculation of immortal cultivation qualifications, the fewer colors, the higher the qualifications. A person with a single spiritual root is rare in the ages and can be considered a peerless genius. A person with two spiritual roots is also a top-level genius.

Three colors and four colors indicate medium spiritual root qualifications.

The worst are five colors and seven colors.

Five-color spiritual roots represent five complete talents, knowing a little bit of everything, but everything is mixed. They will also affect each other, and the speed of Qi training is also the lowest among the lowest. Unless you have great perseverance and a chance to reach the sky, it is basically difficult to turn this talent around. Not to mention seven colors, that is a waste spiritual root that is worse than the five-element spiritual root, and you can only hang around in the first three levels of Qi training for your whole life.

Amid the envious gazes of everyone.

Two figures walked out from the crowd.

These two people were the man and woman who were brought on board by their connections. They were also the only two Qi training level 2 cultivators among the many new disciples present. These two people were favored by the elders, so they must have some ability. The foundation of the Xiuxian family made them win over most people at birth.

“What a genius.”

Senior Brother Fang glanced at the two of them for a moment longer, but his expression didn't show any shock.

He had done so many things to recruit disciples, so there was nothing to be shocked about. Potential was just potential, no matter how much it was. Before it was realized, not many people would take it seriously, and at most they would pay a little attention to it. Moreover, these two people had greeted him when they boarded the ship, so he already knew what was going on.

"You two take this booklet. It contains the techniques you can practice, as well as the appropriate main peaks."

Senior Brother Fang's attitude became much better, and he even handed a booklet to the two of them.

"Thank you, Brother."

The two of them bowed and thanked him very politely.

There is no airs of genius at all.

"The remaining three or four colors can be left here, and the others can go back to the cabin."

This Senior Brother Fang obviously didn't plan to check them one by one. Shenhu Xianmen was too big, and there was no telling how many menial disciples were recruited every year. Among these people, few could achieve success in cultivation. Of the two hundred people present, it was unknown how many would remain after two years. After selecting the geniuses, there was no need to waste time on these useless people.

The path to becoming an immortal cannot be achieved simply by hard work.

Without qualifications and resources, no matter how hard you try, you cannot change your destiny.

"Three Spiritual Roots"

Chen Luo looked at the three colors above his head and his eyes flickered.

Among these people, the three spiritual roots were not considered good, but they were definitely not bad either. They could be considered above average, and they had a promising chance of becoming immortals.

If it was the official three spiritual roots, I would definitely be very happy.

But Chen Luo's three spiritual roots did not come from a legitimate source. Before absorbing the royal brain, he could not even sense what spiritual energy was. Later, he absorbed the brain of the Nineteenth Young Master, and only then did his qualifications become stable and caught the eye of the Changqing Zhenren.

What really changed his fate was the mummified brain found in the tomb.

The changes that the mummy's brain had brought to his body had not yet been completely completed. He didn't know what his aptitude would be when he was tested again in the future. Perhaps he would have become a dual spiritual root by then.

(End of this chapter)