One year has passed in the blink of an eye.
The most talented disciples in Cuizhu Peak have all reached the fifth level of Qi training, and Shang Yingluo has even reached the ninth level of Qi training, which is jaw-dropping. She is only one step away from being able to advance to the Taoist realm and go to Fenbaoya to obtain it. The natal magic weapon will then become the true biography of Taoism.
It is said that it only took one year for the Dao Sect's female Sword Immortal to reach the Dao stage from refining her Qi.
No one is worried that she will fail, just like no one believes that Shen Yu can step into Fenbao Cliff.
Within a year, most people knew that there was an entry-level disciple named Shen Yu in Cuizhu Peak, and until now he was still at the first level of Qi training.
Just when everyone was working hard to practice in order to step into Fenbao Cliff and obtain the magic weapon of their destiny, an exciting news came.
The entry competition is about to begin.
In this generation, Dao Sect has recruited more than a hundred people, some of whom are practicing at Cuizhu Peak and the rest at Yunwu Peak. Their leader is another third-generation disciple, Li Hanyue.
The entry competition is a practice that has been carried out by the Dao Sect from hundreds of years ago. After a new disciple has practiced for a year, Cuizhu Peak and Yunwu Peak each select a few entry disciples who are at the top of the realm to compete.
Every time there is a competition, some Jindan realm elders from the Fourth Hall and the Seventh Peak will come to watch the battle and explore the character, talent and some of the disciples they were originally optimistic about.
Daozong, in front of Yanfa Hall.
Master Mingjian was dressed in green clothes and walking at the front with his hands behind his back, followed by a group of young disciples with extraordinary temperament.
"What qualifications does he have to participate? He is at the first level of Qi Refining. He will be beaten so hard by those from Yunwu Peak during the competition that he will be unable to get up. Not only will he lose face, but we will also be ridiculed. "A harsh voice sounded from the crowd.
The young man who spoke out was called Jiang Shaoqiu, one of the few disciples in Cuizhu Peak who had an earth-level Taoist body. In the past year, his cultivation speed was second only to Shang Yingluo, and he often regarded himself as the senior brother of Cuizhu Peak.
As soon as he spoke, everyone turned their attention to the handsome young man at the back of the crowd.
Jiang Shaoqiu was right. Among the disciples who came this time, the lowest was at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Shen Yu, who was only at the first level of Qi Refining, didn't come here just to be humiliated and ridiculed?
Mingjian also heard these words, and his expression remained unchanged.
The lazy and withdrawn Shen Yu asked to come, which surprised him, but he did not refuse.
Maybe such a competition can stimulate this young man's fighting spirit. After all, it would be a pity if such a genius with a clear Taoist mind and an earth-level Taoist body was wasted like this.
Shen Yu always walked far behind alone, completely ignoring the eyes of everyone. He looked at the surrounding clouds, mountains and fog, feeling contented.
Yanfa Hall is one of the four halls of Taoism.
The magnificent palace stands on the top of the mountain, and only the corners of some buildings appear vaguely in the clouds and mist.
In front of the temple is a wide square with endless views.
As soon as everyone arrived at the square, they saw a man walking towards them with a smile and greetings.
"Senior brother Mingjian, long time no see." The man, like Mingjian, was also wearing a green gown, but the difference was that he was holding a green jade flute in his hand.
Ming Jian still looked calm and said casually: "Junior Brother Hanyue, long time no see."
Both of them are third-generation disciples, and they are both the guides of this group of entry-level disciples. Naturally, there is inevitably some sense of competition.
Li Hanyue smiled and said: "Today's competition, you and I will have ten people from each peak. If one side loses all, the competition will be over. How about it?"
Mingjian looked at the high platform that had been prepared and said, "Yes."
The two leaders competed with each other, and the disciples below also disliked each other, and everyone was eager to try, even the brothers from the same sect.
Young people are young and energetic after all.
Finally, a disciple from Cuizhu Peak stepped onto the high platform first.
Jiang Shaoqiu pretended to be mature, bowed to everyone, and said loudly: "Jiang Shaoqiu, an introductory disciple of Cuizhu Peak, who of you will come first?"
"At the eighth level of Qi refining, this person is indeed qualified to be the first to take the stage. Such a talent is really good."
When Li Hanyue saw this scene, she smiled slightly and asked, "Why didn't you see that talented legendary junior sister?"
Once Shang Yingluo enters Taoism, she will definitely be accepted as a true disciple by the master of the fourth hall. In this case, her seniority will naturally be the same as his. It is not wrong to call her junior sister at this time.
Mingming didn't want to say more, so he said lightly: "She is in seclusion and entering Taoism."
"Tsk tsk, you are indeed a legendary junior sister. This kind of talent is really enviable."
Li Hanyue sighed with emotion, and then continued: "I heard that there is a disciple named Shen Yu, who is an earth-level Taoist. He has been practicing for a year, but he is still at the first level of Qi refining. Senior brother, how did you teach him? It’s really difficult, haha.”
Ming Jian Wenyan looked a little ugly and said nothing.
In this year, Shen Yu has long become an alternative to the Dao Sect disciples and a joke in their mouths.
Having an earth-level Taoist body, being lazy, not practicing, and just traveling around. In the eyes of some people, there will naturally be some problems with people who clearly see this guide.
Mingjian held back his anger and looked back, scanning the area, feeling quite helpless.
That kid is gone again.
...
Shen Yu left the crowd very early and walked to a remote mountain road alone. He was used to walking alone, and no one noticed him.
Daozong has four halls: Duzhen, Yanfa, Yuansheng, and Qinglu.
There is a road to Linyuan in the mountain behind Yanfa Hall, named Wenxindao, which is one of the three wonders of Taoism.
This is why Shen Yu came here today.
The forest is deep and leafy, and the winding paths lead to secluded areas.
After Shen Yu walked through the woods, a huge stone platform suddenly appeared in front of him. The strange stone platform extended out of the cliff, and there was a wooden house not far away.
At the front, there is a stone bridge that can only accommodate one person, connecting the steep stone peaks floating in the sea of clouds.
The surrounding spiritual energy surged, and the cold wind was biting.
When Shen Yu came here for the first time, he didn't know about this wonderful scene, but his Taoist heart was clear. When he first arrived at Yanfa Hall, he felt the aura in the back mountain.
Wherever the aura is strong, he can feel it from a long distance away.
Shen Yu did not hesitate and walked forward slowly. Suddenly he raised his eyebrows and turned to look.
The wooden house has two floors. An old man with white hair and beard is lying on a bamboo chair in the corridor on the second floor.
Shen Yu was a little surprised, because it was easy to spot the person, but he was barely aware of it until he got closer.
Some are unfathomable.
The old man closed his eyes tightly, and moved his right hand gently, as if he was humming a little song, and didn't even bother to pay attention to the handsome young man.
Shen Yu withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the stone bridge.
The spiritual energy on the stone bridge is not calm, and the strong wind blows constantly, making it difficult to open one's eyes. Under the bridge is an abyss, and if one falls, one will be shattered to pieces.
Ordinary people would definitely not take risks easily when seeing this situation, but Shen Yu just stepped onto the stone bridge casually without any hesitation.
The young man walked against the wind, his long sleeves flying, and the cold wind did not hinder him.
The irregular spiritual energy contained in the sea of white clouds hit the blue gown from time to time, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.
Above the wooden house, the old man opened his cloudy eyes slightly, feeling a little moved.
After a while, Shen Yu easily walked down the stone bridge and came to the steep stone peak floating in the sea of clouds.
Shen Yu stood on the peak. In the clouds and mist in front of him, countless ethereal spiritual energy formed irregular lines, constantly flowing and flipping in the sky, sometimes colliding with each other, and sometimes scattering.
These lines are full of spirituality and intertwined into a dreamy wonderland.
But what Shen Yu felt was the huge power contained in those lines of spiritual energy. Even a monk with a profound realm would be knocked out of his mind in an instant if he touched one of them.
"good."
Shen Yu nodded slightly, not sure whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, then closed his eyes and took a breath.
These days, the spiritual energy in his body has accumulated a lot, but it still cannot reach the critical point, and the speed of practice is still too slow.
Therefore, he needs to find something with richer and even more violent spiritual energy, such as the spiritual treasure energy contained in the mountain behind Yanfa Hall.
Between heaven and earth, a silver-white spiritual treasure energy was sucked into the Linghai Dantian as he breathed in and out, followed by a second and a third.
In nine breaths, Shen Yu breathed out nine times, and a total of nine spiritual treasure energy merged into his body.
After nine breaths.
In the mountain behind Yanfa Hall, the sounds of cranes, orioles, and the chirping of spiritual insects disappeared, and in the sea of clouds, the billowing aura of spiritual treasures seemed to have become much quieter.
The sudden calm came suddenly, as if it contained something, silently.
In the distance, the old man on the bamboo chair let out a sigh and looked at the sea of clouds, a little surprised.
Suddenly, the spiritual energy around Shen Yu surged, then suddenly collapsed like a black hole and disappeared into his body.
The handsome young man opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a slight change in his whole body, but it seemed not, and he turned and left.
"what's your name."
When Shen Yu returned to Shitai, she heard the old man's questioning voice.
"Shen Yu."
The mountain behind Yanfa Hall is the important place of Dao Sect. If the old man is not willing to leave by himself, things will be a bit troublesome. Thinking of this, Shen Yu still said his name.
"That Shen Yu from Cuizhu Peak?"
"Um."
"Haha, it seems that the rumors are not true. People outside have some misunderstandings about you. Yes, are you willing to enter my Yanfa Palace?"
"Who are you?"
"Doxuan."
"Master Daoxuan of Yanfa Hall?"
"Yes."
Shen Yu understood and nodded slightly. This old man should be here.
"Just talking."
Master Daoxuan nodded, not caring about the other party's rudeness, and waved him away.
"The little girl who learned swordsmanship was watching the sea of clouds here. Outsiders only know that it took a year. Familiar people don't know that the girl spent a year playing around. It only took nine days to truly practice and break through. One day per day, after nine days It’s the realm of Taoism.”
Looking at the departing figure of the green-shirted young man in the distance, the old man was a little unbelievable and murmured: "And this boy... above the sea of clouds, within nine breaths, almost entering the Tao with one breath and one breath, such a shocking destructive thing... With the law of the realm, is it possible that another true immortal will appear in our Dao Sect in a few decades?"
