Alchemy refers to alchemy. If the practice is successful, one pill can save a life and one pill can break through a realm.

It is said that the sails of the ancestor dragon are raised in Penglai, and the sound of alchemy is heard by the golden phoenix of Han. Alchemists have had a high status since ancient times, and this is also true in Tianyun Pavilion.

However, to practice the Dao of Alchemy one must possess spiritual roots of fire or wood attributes, and the beautiful girl has both fire and wood spiritual roots, so it is perfect for her to become a disciple of Danfeng.

The beautiful girl also realized that she was different from the group on the left, and immediately said happily: "Disciple Gongsun Yanran, meet the Master!"

"Girl, you're pretty quick to become my disciple, right?"

The woman smiled and gladly accepted the title of Gongsun Yanran.

There are many outer disciples in Tianyun Pavilion. Entering a peak is just entering a peak. It is difficult to become a direct disciple.

But it’s different for the inner sect. Every inner sect disciple is a direct disciple of the inner sect elders. Even if Gongsun Yanran doesn’t call her that today, she will have to call the woman “Master” in the future.

Seeing that the woman was not angry, Gongsun Yanran was even more delighted, and she leaned over and asked, "Master, is there something special about me taking you as my master?"

The woman saw through Gongsun Yanran's thoughts but did not expose them. She nodded and explained, "In Tianyun Pavilion, there are a total of eighteen peaks in the outer sect, most of which deal with the sect's miscellaneous affairs. There are only five peaks in the inner sect, which are divided into alchemy, body cultivation, weapon casting, talisman carving, and ink art. The disciples of the five peaks will all be the backbone of our Tianyun Pavilion in the future. Above the inner sect, there are seven elders in the council hall. Those who receive their true teachings can be called true disciples. They are geniuses cultivated with the strength of the entire sect."

More than sixty years ago, Jiang Zhige was the Grand Elder of the Council Hall of Tianyun Pavilion, and his master Yao Qianji a hundred years ago was the Second Elder of the Council Hall. Unfortunately, Jiang Zhige's talent was too poor at that time, and he could not comprehend Yao Qianji's true teachings, so he could only go to the medicine garden to cultivate spiritual herbs.

As for Nangong Rou back then, she was designated as a true disciple when she entered the sect. If she had not been taken away by Nangong Tuoyuan, she would have definitely received the true teachings of Yao Qianji.

Mo Yaya now possesses three-nine spiritual roots and originally had the potential to become a true disciple, but unfortunately she also has the physique of a heaven-stealing saint body.

Gongsun Yanran felt a little disappointed after hearing this. It turned out that there was a true secret above the inner sect.

She thought the pale-faced scholar was her chosen one, but now it seems that she has better options.

Seeing that the woman was getting along well with Gongsun Yanran, the other four elders could no longer linger and turned their gazes to the fair-faced scholar.

Before he could take a closer look, one of the elders suddenly showed excitement and said with a smile: "This boy has a literary and artistic aura, and his sixty-seven spiritual roots are not mixed with any attributes. He is the destiny of our Rufeng!"

"It was so hard to find two promising candidates, but they were both hired internally."

"You're fine. My Fufeng hasn't had any new disciples in fifty years, so there are spider webs growing in some places."

The other three elders looked regretful; the talents of the two had already determined their fate, and they could only watch helplessly.

The pale-faced scholar was not surprised at his destination. He bowed to Elder Rufeng and said with a smile, "My disciple's surname is Gu, my courtesy name is Lin, and my given name is Wenyuan. Nice to meet you, Elder."

"No need to be so formal. Everyone who enters my Confucian Peak is a gentleman."

Elder Rufeng smiled and stepped forward to help Gu Lin up.

Rufeng refers to the Mo Dao, which seems to have weak combat power and mainly focuses on writing techniques and martial arts.

But the immortals’ calligraphy is different from the mortals’ literati and writers. They can comprehend the truth for a thousand days, read the documents thoroughly, and break through several realms with a snap of their fingers.

To practice other Taoist methods, one must start from the body refining stage, but Mo Dao can achieve immortality in one day.

It was already night, and the dozens of people who had come to the gate of Tianyun Pavilion today had found their way, except Mo Yaya, who was still kneeling not far away.

Seeing the elders selecting people, she thought she would be taken away too, but she didn't expect that until now no elder had paid any attention to her.

Mo Yaya is young but not stupid. She knows that the elders don't want her because they think she is bad.

Mo Yaya did not complain about this, because she herself thought that she was not qualified, but she just wanted to save her sister.

"Yaya won't give up"

Mo Yaya sniffed her nose. She also had self-esteem. If no one wanted her, she would not force it.

She believed that as long as she persisted, an immortal would agree to save her sister.

Gu Lin felt pity. He looked at the elders around him and wanted to plead for mercy several times but couldn't say it out loud.

After all, he himself had just entered the immortal sect. What qualifications did he have to interfere with the decisions of the immortals?

The elders looked at each other and shook their heads one after another, indicating that they were unwilling to take Mo Yaya away.

They were naturally aware of Mo Yaya's talent, but since Mo Yaya possessed the Heaven-Stealing Sacred Body, it would be better for her to stay in the mortal world and live a peaceful life rather than step into the realm of immortality.

You know, if Mo Yaya were allowed to join Tianyun Pavilion and given normal resources for cultivation, she would never be able to break through to the Lingwu realm in her entire life, and the body refining stage could only extend her life by a few decades at most.

Unable to pursue immortality, unable to witness the scenery of the fairyland, when Mo Yaya is in her seventies or eighties, she will definitely regret wasting her time in Tianyun Pavilion. It would be better for her to enjoy the prosperity of the world in the mortal world.

Looking at Mo Yaya who was not taken in by the elders, everyone present who had just entered the immortal sect, except Gu Lin, felt a sense of elated.

Although it still seems a little dreamy, from today on, they are immortals, immortals that exist in legends.

Mortals like Mo Yaya can only feel admiration and yearning.

Gongsun Yanran couldn't help but feel proud. The feeling of being an immortal and looking down on mortals was truly indescribable.

As for the group of idiots on the left, how dare they have the same mentality as me? What a blasphemy! A huge blasphemy!

I am a disciple of the inner sect elders and a noble being with the hope of becoming an alchemist. But the woman said that the outer sect people are basically doing odd jobs, so how can they be compared with the inner sect people?

The immortal sects are also divided into different levels, and this is not a joke.

Feeling the emotions of the disciples around them, the elders felt helpless. Many of those present were young people who had entered the immortal sect without any training, so it was hard for them not to be so arrogant.

Gongsun Yanran walked up to Mo Yaya, wiped her tears, and asked hypocritically: "Little sister, you said before that you came to look for immortals in order to save your sister?"

Mo Yaya didn't notice Gongsun Yanran's hypocrisy and nodded with emotion.

"You should go back. Life, aging, sickness and death are all subject to God's will. There is no need to insist on doing anything unnecessary."

Gongsun Yanran sighed, looking compassionate.

The feeling of being touched disappeared instantly. Mo Yaya frowned slightly and immediately retorted: "You are not an immortal. You don't know how powerful immortals are."

That day, she saw with her own eyes Jiang Zhige turning night into day, that was a true immortal.

As for Gongsun Yanran, she is ignorant, frivolous and vulgar. She is just an ordinary passerby.

Moreover, Gongsun Yanran's words were very ambiguous. What was pointless persistence? What was following the will of heaven?