His young disciple had made the leap from the entry-level second-level spiritualist to the spiritual master realm in just less than half a day.
The path of spiritual practice is long and arduous. Only cultivators who have stepped into the realm of spiritual master with both feet can be said to have truly opened the path of spiritual practice.
A spiritual person can only be said to have the potential for spiritual practice.
But it is hard to say whether this potential can be tapped and when it can be tapped.
The mortal world is full of white-haired spiritual practitioners.
Looking at his young disciple, he has already stepped into the realm of spiritual master at such a young age. Facing the sweet words and temptations of the old man Pixiu, the young disciple is still in the same mind and is not moved at all.
He has good aptitude, high comprehension, strong character, and is determined to follow the path of talisman cultivation. The one in the ancient tomb might be interested in his little apprentice.
Thinking of this, the anticipation on Wu Qiongcang's face became even more intense.
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When she first looked at it from the outside, Shen Qiqi felt that the arsenal built by Wuji Sect was like a huge upside-down sea bowl.
But when she went in, she found that this was not a sea bowl, but an ancient tomb.
It is still an ancient tomb that you can't see the end of.
There were coffins placed on the ground, and coffins floating in the air... At first glance, it was densely packed with rows of neatly arranged black coffins.
Shen Qiqi narrowed her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the coffins in front of her, her brows furrowed suspiciously.
Didn’t you say you brought them here to choose magic weapons? Why did you bring them into the pile of coffins?
The new disciples were so nervous seeing so many coffins for the first time that they huddled together like quails, and no one dared to take the first step.
The white-bearded old man wished that they would never set foot on the tomb, so that the magic weapons and immortal artifacts in the ancient tomb would not be reduced.
But this was obviously impossible - he only had one chance to set obstacles for his new disciple.
The only chance he had had had already been used up. Now, not only could he not drive people out, he also had to diligently help explain things to the new disciples.
The white-bearded old man cleared his throat and explained to everyone why there were so many coffins in the Wuji Sect's arsenal.
Although he spoke slowly and reluctantly, at least he made the reason clear.
According to the white-bearded old man, a long, long time ago, the world was far less peaceful than it is now.
At that time, the world was full of evil spirits and monsters, and the people were suffering. For the survival of the people, everyone in the cultivation world worked together to eradicate those evil spirits and monsters.
Where there is war, there is sacrifice.
These coffins contain the magical weapons and immortal artifacts used by the deceased monks during their lifetime.
The white-bearded old man said, "The owners of these magical weapons and immortal artifacts were all heroes who died for the people of the world. I hope that you can take away not only the magical weapons and immortal artifacts they used, but also their responsibility to protect the people of the world."
Perhaps because they knew the origin of these coffins, the new disciples no longer found them scary, and a deep sense of awe arose in their hearts.
There was silence in the ancient tomb.
The white-bearded old man looked at the young faces before him and suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Can you shoulder the heavy responsibility of 'protecting the people of the world'?"
A powerful voice filled with spiritual power suddenly rang out and spread in all directions. Instead of disappearing immediately upon landing, it lingered for a long time.
The disciples listened to the lingering sound that seemed to be playing directly in their ears. They felt their hearts and minds were excited, their blood boiling, and they excitedly shouted, "Yes!"
"What can I do?"
"It is my duty to protect the people of the world!"
The responses of two or three hundred people were uniform, powerful and resonant in the ancient tomb over and over again.
Shen Qiqi was infected by this momentum and couldn't help but hide her excitement.
She raised her eyes and looked at the solemn white-bearded old man in front of her. She suddenly felt that his height had suddenly increased and he was so tall that she admired him.
But before she could even feel respect, she saw Whitebeard's expression suddenly change and he urged them impatiently.
"What are you all still standing there for? Go in quickly and get out of here as soon as you're done."
Shen Qiqi: ...
He was so righteous just a moment ago.
The next moment he turned into a sarcastic old man.
It perfectly illustrates what it means to change one's mind faster than turning the pages of a book.
Shen Qiqi silently withdrew the respect she had not yet expressed and was the first to walk down the stairs.
Seeing this, the other disciples also hurried down the stairs.
The white-bearded old man shouted behind them, "Little ones, listen carefully! Don't blame me for not warning you. These magical weapons and immortal spirits in the ancient tomb are all spiritual. If they choose you, they will take the initiative to form a contract with you. On the other hand, if they don't choose you, you must not be greedy and force them to surrender, otherwise you will die without knowing how."
Before these words came, Yuyuan Immortal Venerable had already reminded everyone, so everyone was not too moved by the reminder of the white-bearded old man. After politely thanking him, they began to walk among the coffins.
Most disciples' activities are limited to the first floor.
It’s not that they don’t want to enter the second level to choose more powerful magic weapons and immortal artifacts, but they are not strong enough and are not even qualified to step onto the second level.
They could only stay on the ground floor and watch the disciples with higher cultivation than them walk towards the second floor, feeling extremely envious.
Nearly three hundred new disciples who came in together began their first division.
Shen Qiqi sensed for a moment on the first floor, but didn't sense any magical weapon or immortal artifact that resonated with her. She was about to turn around and go to the second floor of the ancient tomb.
But at this moment, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.
"Qiqi." Shen Ning'er appeared out of nowhere, stopped her, and said anxiously: "Qiqi, are you going to the second floor of the ancient tomb? No, based on your current cultivation level, you can't go to the second floor now. It will be dangerous!"
The concern is beyond words.
The skin between the two of them could no longer be torn apart, but Shen Ning'er could still pretend to be a sister with deep affection. Shen Qiqi felt that she couldn't help but be convinced by this skill.
care?
Humph, Shen Ning'er would rather she died, how could she possibly care about her.
This woman must have seen that she was going to the second floor of the armory, so she ran over eagerly to take the opportunity to laugh at her.
After all, in the eyes of Shen Ning'er and others, she is only a first-level spiritualist.
With such cultivation level, one is barely qualified to enter the ancient tomb. To go deeper is pure wishful thinking.
Although she did intend to go to the second floor of the ancient tomb, Shen Ning'er came running over before she even raised her foot.
He advised her not to enter the second level of the ancient tomb.
He was shouting so loudly, as if he was afraid that others couldn't hear him.
His sinister intentions were obvious, he was just short of writing the four big words "I want to harm you" and sticking them on his face.
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