"I declare once again that peers will compete and each will live or die according to his destiny!"
"If the strong men of the older generation dare to take action, they will end up today!"
Hongchen Jie stood in the mid-air, looked at the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, and shouted coldly, an infinite and domineering majesty spread, shocking the world!
"Yes, I will obey the decree of Lord Jie!"
The strong men below responded quickly, and no one dared to refute.
It wasn't until Hongchen Jie's figure disappeared for a full ten minutes that everyone dared to move.
The sense of oppression was so strong that many strong men did not dare to breathe or even take a breath.
Jie Zun has left, but Jian Wushuang has not yet left. Everyone looked at the white-robed young man with envy in their eyes.
The Master is the Red Dust Tribulation Lord, himself the Red Dust Saint Son, the Perfect Foundation-Building Demon, and his fiancée the Red Dust Saint.
Each of these four identities is enough to be called an enviable existence, and Jian Wushuang has all four identities!
Perhaps in the future, as Jian Wushuang said, he will lead an era and create an immortal legend!
The sun had completely set and the assessment was over. Just when Elder Liu of the Red Dust Holy Land was about to put away the hundred-story ladder and announce the end of the assessment, a thin figure climbed to the top at the last moment.
It was a little girl who looked about eight years old. She was dirty and wearing thin, shabby clothes in the freezing weather.
Her hands and exposed feet were covered with shocking scratches, as if she had been subjected to inhuman torture. Her skin was cracked and oozing with scarlet blood, which made people feel distressed.
Her face was also dirty, but her eyes were bright and clear, like fireflies at night, bright and charming, full of hope.
Moreover, the little girl did not have any cultivation, not even the first level of Qi training. She was just a mortal body, fragile and vulnerable.
"Please accept me as your disciple, I want to practice and become stronger."
The little girl knelt down and knelt down towards the high platform, pleading in a childish voice.
"Holy Lord, this..."
Elder Liu was at a loss and didn't know how to make a decision, so he looked at the Holy Lord of the Red Dust.
"Although the time has passed, you haven't declared it over yet. Just pass it and test her bones. If she is over sixty, she can enter the Holy Land."
"Yes, Holy Lord."
Elder Liu nodded, walked to the little girl, took out a test crystal ball, and asked the little girl to touch it with her hands.
After a while, the crystal ball did not move at all, and no faint light appeared. Elder Liu suspected that the crystal ball in his hand was broken and replaced it with another one.
But the result is still the same as before. After changing to a new crystal ball, there is still no light.
Just when he was about to change another one, the voice of the Holy Lord of Hongchen rang out.
"No need, she is a pure mortal body without a trace of cultivation skills."
The Holy Lord of Hongchen said.
Suddenly, Elder Liu looked confused, and everyone was also confused.
In this world, there is still a pure mortal body?
Even if you find a random villager who cannot practice cultivation, he still has some basic skills!
After all, among so many generations of ancestors, there must be someone who has practiced it.
A pure mortal body means that her bloodline has not been injected with any spiritual energy. The eighteen generations of her ancestors are all mortals without a trace of cultivation!
With such a foundation, even if a huge amount of resources are spent, I am afraid that it will not be able to build a foundation. No sect is willing to accept such a loser.
"Little girl, I'm very sorry. You don't have the talent to practice and can't join the Holy Land."
Elder Liu shook his head gently and sighed.
When the little girl heard this, her face suddenly darkened, and her originally expectant expression turned into sadness and loss.
In her eyes, it seemed that she had already expected the rejection, and she didn't know how many times she had been rejected and how much suffering she had suffered, even though she was so thin.
What is her insistence?
No one knows, and no one asks, a mortal who cannot practice is nothing more than an ant to the superior practitioners.
"May I have your name?"
Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded from beside her. The little girl looked up and saw a young man in white robes, looking at her softly.
Seeing the little girl, Jian Wushuang thought of his past. If the master hadn't saved him, maybe he would have froze to death on the cold earth, right?
"My name is...Xiaoxue."
The little girl said timidly, a little nervous. She didn't know the white-robed boy in front of her who looked like an immortal, but she just felt that when he arrived, she wouldn't feel the cold anymore.
Moreover, she was surprised to find that the wounds on her body were healing at an extremely fast speed.
"Xiaoxue, right? Okay, I remember."
Jian Wushuang nodded, reached out and stroked her messy long hair, and smiled softly.
"Xiaoxue, cultivation is a very cruel world. Living an ordinary life may be more beautiful than practicing cultivation. You should go back and be with your family."
He spoke slowly, with a gentle tone and a kind of trustworthy magic.
"But..." Xiaoxue lowered her head, a flash of loneliness flashed in her eyes: "Xiaoxue no longer has a family..."
Jian Wushuang's fingers paused, and his memory returned to the distant past before his rebirth.
During that apprenticeship ceremony, it seemed that this little girl also appeared. Because she was in mortal form, she was rejected by the major holy places, and finally left alone.
He looked at the loneliness in the little girl's eyes, and recalled the rest of his miserable life after the Holy Land was destroyed and the Master left.
As glorious as it is now, it was so desolate back then. Everyone wanted to step on it, so he could only hide his name and go far away.
"Holy Lord, according to the regulations, anyone who reaches the top of the ladder during the assessment period can choose a holy land to join. Why don't you want to accept her?"
Hearing Jian Wushuang's inquiry, Holy Lord Hongchen shook his head: "She is only a mortal body, destined to be unable to build a foundation. No elder is willing to accept her as a disciple."
"Mortal body? Haha, who said that the mortal body is destined to be unable to build a foundation?" Jian Wushuang laughed.
"At the beginning of cultivation, those pioneers, weren't they mortal bodies?"
"In history, isn't it possible that a mortal body has not become a saint or even an emperor?"
"Physique only determines the lower limit, but cannot determine the upper limit. A mortal body can also practice cultivation, and a mortal body can also have a future!"
His words were so resounding that they shocked the entire square, causing everyone to fall into deep thought and carefully savor what Jian Wushuang said.
However, there is still no elder willing to accept a disciple.
There may be some mortals in the world who defy heaven, but they don't believe that this miracle will happen to them.
"Brother Immortal, forget it, Xiaoxue... maybe no one really wants Xiaoxue."
The little girl tugged on his sleeve, a little frustrated, lowered her head, not daring to say anything.
Jian Wushuang knelt down, rubbed the little girl's rough hair, and smiled slightly.
"Who says no one will want you? Since no one is willing to accept you as a disciple, then from today on, you will be my disciple."
"ah?"
The little girl raised her head and looked at the young man in white clothes who was banished to the immortal. She also looked at her dirty appearance. She always felt that she was in a dream.
How could I be the lucky one favored by the immortal brother?
"Why, don't you want to?"
Jian Wushuang smiled, showing his white teeth, and the starlight fell on him, like an immortal descending from heaven.
This scene was instantly deeply engraved in the little girl's heart and will never go away.
Many years later, when the Snow Emperor came to rule the world, he would always remember this moment.
I am a mere speck of dust, but he is an immortal in heaven.
