Chapter 43: Outer Sect Assessment

It's not that Fu cultivators are rich, but that the only ones who are poor are Sword cultivators.

Not only did he have no special means of making a living, but he also had to use spiritual stones to maintain his sword. He was extremely poor.

Oh, and maybe some animal masters, because you have to spend money to buy animal food.

Sang Luo: "..."

Song Qingyun: "......"

S/he feels offended.

Wow, wow, it feels so bad to be poor!

Sang Luo had no reason to refuse three thousand high-grade spiritual stones.

The two brothers and sisters reached an agreement.

Song Qingyun saw that his senior sister was going to help with the work, and wanted to sneak back to catch up on her sleep.

For the past ten days, the senior sister had been either practicing sword practice or meditating, and he hadn't even closed his eyes to sleep!

He has to go back and catch up on some sleep!

Otherwise, you won’t even grow!

He didn't even take two steps before Lu Huaizhi grabbed him.

"Junior brother, I still have something to trouble you with."

Song Qingyun turned around, her big clear eyes blinking and igniting with light instantly.

"Senior brother, do I have money too?"

Lu Huaizhi touched his head,

"Be good, your cultivation level is low now, senior brother will save it for you first, and will give it to you when you form the elixir."

Song Qingyun: "......"

Woohoo, senior brother is bad!

"........."

Today is the Xuanyuan Sect's annual assessment for the outer sect to enter the inner sect and the handyman disciples to enter the outer sect.

The sect leader was out of town for business, and so was the Zhangyin elder in the Deacon Hall. The Huashen elder at Cangyun Peak had always ignored worldly affairs, so it was Lu Huai who came to grab Sang Luo to help.

Song Qingyun was sent to the outer gate to watch the scene.

The handyman disciples are basically those who are born with incomplete spiritual roots and still want to practice. If they successfully introduce Qi into the body, they can pass the test and enter the outer gate.

The outer sect disciples successfully built the foundation and passed the assessment in Leize Valley to enter the inner sect.

Since Chu Yanshu had just established his foundation, Sang Luo felt that he lacked experience, so he directly packed him up and threw him into the circle of outer disciples, asking him to follow the assessment.

Sang Luo Yujian was sitting behind the clouds, looking through the virtual mirror at the group of outer disciples at the entrance of Leize Valley.

Three times the soul-asking bell rang, Leize Valley opened, and dozens of outer disciples who had already established foundations put amulets on their bodies and walked into the secret realm.

Chu Yanshu stood in the team, looked at the clouds in the sky, resignedly put a dozen amulet papers on himself, and walked into Leize Valley.

He felt that Sanluo defeated him.

Sang Luo looked at Chu Yanshu's movements and raised his eyebrows slightly. Hehe, this dog is quite obedient.

Chu Yanshu was the last to enter Leize Valley. Sang Luo watched him walk in and was about to close the valley door when he saw a chubby young man slowly rolling towards the direction of Leize Valley.

Sang Luo wiped his eyes. The outer sect is so strong in cultivation, but Xuanyuan Sect still has a little fat guy?

It looks like the food outside is pretty good!

But just when Little Fatty passed the detection line, there was a clanging sound, and a bunch of spiritual energy instruments fell out. Little Fatty shrank in an instant and turned into a thin boy.

Many outer disciples who had already entered the valley looked at the young man's actions and burst into laughter.

"Wanbaolai, if you are so afraid of death, why don't you go back to your rich and rich father to feed you?"

At the entrance of Leize Valley, Little Fatty's face turned red from suppressing his emotions as he went to pick up his magic weapon.

"This is a normal weapon for me, why don't you let me carry it!"

He looked up at the people not far away who were laughing at him.

"You poor swordsmen, why are you laughing? You are jealous!"

The few sword cultivators who laughed at him at the entrance of Leize Valley stopped laughing. Likewise, the smile on the face of Sang Luo, the poor sword cultivator hidden behind the clouds, froze for a moment.

Damn it, why are people backstabbing everywhere? !