Chapter 669: Recruitment Conference
Leaving Liang and entering another big country, the different customs and practices made the two curious babies, Mofang and Wang Ziyan, start their travel plan. The first thing they did when they arrived at a minority territory was to eat and enjoy dances and songs, while Mofang recorded text and language information. Of course, when encountering a bad race, Mofang usually used electric shocks to teach them the principles of life. For example, when encountering two tribes that coveted Wang Ziyan, Mofang used several educational weapons.
One day, they came to a big city that was not affected by the war.
The city is very lively today. Mofang learned the general information from many people's conversations. Today, Xianshan came to the city to recruit disciples. Children aged three to thirteen can take the test. It is said that this opportunity is rare every ten years. All the people in the nearby villages and towns who are old enough came to the city to prepare for the test. The streets and alleys are full of children. The inns are full. There are many poor families with children sleeping on the streets. This thing does not distinguish between nobles and slaves. As long as you have good qualifications and high spiritual roots, you can become a disciple of Xianshan and live a happy life from then on. As for whether you are happy after going up the mountain, others don’t know.
Xianshan descended to the earth, and the secular world is regarded as the top priority. At this time, if you dare to commit crimes, let alone being rich, you will be unlucky even if you are an official. The sect of cultivating immortals will not care about your identity. In their eyes, the secular world is the same.
It is said that the test only tests the child's spiritual roots. People with good spiritual roots can cultivate faster and are easier to comprehend. The specific method of checking the spiritual roots is only roughly known to Mofang. It seems that a magic tool is used for testing. As long as the magic tool is attached to the child's head, the spiritual roots can be measured. There are too many people and the test sites are divided into several places. The curious Mofang and the even more curious Wang Ziyan decided to go and have a look. In order to have fewer people harassing Mofang, he specially made a rich and powerful aristocratic costume and made a veil for Wang Ziyan to wear. Then a pair of young people from a wealthy family appeared in the city.
After eating and drinking, he learned the arrogant style of the second generation master and threw a few pieces of silver to the waiter. Mofang opened his folding fan with a swish and took Wang Ziyan to the test site next to the restaurant.
"Brother Fang... there are so many people..." Wang Ziyan said while holding Mofang's arm.
"Yes, this recruitment conference is almost catching up with the Spring Festival travel rush. The only advantage is that there are no ticket inspectors."
Wang Ziyan nodded as if she understood.
Taking out two pieces of silver to buy a good position on a high place, Mofang carried Wang Ziyan, whose face was so red that even the white veil could not hide it, and climbed up. In order to prevent Wang Ziyan from falling, he simply hugged her thin waist and stared blankly. Poor Wang Ziyan's face was so red that water was about to drip out, and she didn't see what those people were doing...
There were several small pavilions in front, which were cool without being exposed to the sun. A group of young men and women with swords on their backs were testing the children who came forward one by one in the pavilion. Many officers and soldiers were maintaining order outside the pavilion. Whether you were a prince or a child of a slave, you had to stand in the sun and wait in line.
Mofang was still curious about how the young masters and young ladies of the rich families could be so good-tempered these days. In less than five minutes, a fat man in gorgeous clothes kicked a poor child who was queuing in front of him. What Mofang didn't expect was that a sword light swept by, and the fat man was killed on the spot! The crowd was in uproar but still dared not move. The servants around the fat man looked ashen. Under the scolding of the officers and soldiers, they quickly picked up the body and ran out. The order became orderly again.
There was a flag in the center of the square. The two words "Fangshan" on the big flag were particularly obvious. Obviously, the sect that recruited disciples was the Fangshan Sect.
The test was simple and fast. After the calculation, the magic cube found that only one in a thousand children had spiritual roots or even less. Yes, if the probability was high, wouldn't the whole continent be cultivating immortals? Most of the one in a thousand with spiritual roots were useless spiritual roots with no future. The magic cube roughly calculated that after all the tests were completed, there would be only thirty or forty disciples who could be taken away. Even with such a low probability, some people were desperately trying to squeeze in. Dreams still have to be had, once they come true.
"Actually, everyone can cultivate immortals, but they just need to be transformed." The magic cube said, looking at the black heads.
"Transform? How to transform?" Wang Ziyan asked curiously with her head tilted.
"Transforming the soul and body requires wasting energy. Immortal cultivation is not a particularly good way to achieve immortality. There are many ways to achieve immortality in the universe. The advantage of immortal cultivation is that it has strong combat power."
Wang Ziyan didn't understand what the magic cube was saying, but she still felt that it was very powerful...
Just when the magic cube was showing off his knowledge, the crowd near the pavilion in front suddenly exclaimed. Immediately, the magic cube found out what happened.
"So powerful! It's actually a top-grade spiritual root! He must be indispensable to go to the immortal mountain to cultivate immortality!"
"I didn't expect that a poor family would have a top-grade spiritual root. I remember that a fat boy from a noble family kicked him just now?"
"That's right, it's the young master of the admiral's family. I think the admiral is probably going to be unlucky. Killing an admiral in the immortal mountain is like killing a chicken. Good luck."
The magic cube's mechanical eye quickly zoomed in to see the situation in the pavilion. The boy who had just been kicked like a beggar was sitting in the pavilion excitedly, breathing rapidly and his face flushed. Top-grade spiritual roots? The detection swept over the little boy, and indeed, his soul was stronger than that of ordinary people and his ability to integrate with spiritual energy was also higher. The people nearby looked at the little boy with eyes full of envy, jealousy and anger. Envy and jealousy were easy to understand, but as for anger, it was the anger of some noble young men and women that a lowly slave-like existence was actually better than themselves.
The test continued. The handsome young monks were very polite to the little boy. These people were ordinary disciples with spiritual roots. Those with high-grade spiritual roots would surpass them in the future and would even be taught by the higher-ups. It might be useful to make friends with them at this time.
Less than an incense stick of time later, an official suddenly appeared in the crowd, leading his servants and carrying a box, walking towards the pavilion with sweat on his forehead.
"Brother Fang, that man is an admiral."
"How did you tell?" Mo Fang looked at Wang Ziyan in surprise.
"His hat and clothes, those are admiral uniforms, I often saw them before."
Mo Fang nodded. Yes, how could the Wangfu compound lack an important admiral? Wang Ziyan must have seen many people like officials and imperial wives.
The people around were discussing the admiral who hurried by. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the admiral had come to apologize. The admiral probably wanted to squeeze his bastard son's corpse into juice. Why did he kick someone for no reason? Now look, you're dead and you've ruined me. Others could tolerate servants lining up in front of them, but his grandson insisted on acting like a big shot. If he holds a grudge, he'll kill his entire family in a few years.