Li An chose to go through the "Wu Ling Gate", which became a small episode in the third level.
Soon, the third level came to an end.
The dozens of disciples who finally passed the selection gathered in front of the mountain gate.
Not everyone successfully passed the spiritual gate. Nearly half of them could not hold on and finally chose the same path as Li An, going through the Wu Ling Gate to join the sect.
After all, even if you are a chores in the immortal gate, you are already a superior person, enough to make ordinary mortals envious.
"The selection list is announced below!"
"Formal outer disciples, Mu Qingwan, Wang Jian, Zhao Xianchuan... a total of five people!"
"External registered disciples: Luo Mu, Cao Qingming, Wang Dazhu... a total of twenty-one people!"
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Hearing the names, Mu Qingwan, Wang Jian and others all showed joy on their faces!
After entering the sect, registered disciples still need to be examined and meet the conditions before they can become formal disciples.
Formal disciples have the best treatment, and the amount of spiritual stones, spiritual rice, elixirs, etc. they receive every month is several times that of registered disciples.
Among a group of disciples, only a very small number of them can become inner disciples!
"The rest of you are menial servants!"
They are not even worthy of having their names read out.
"Take a short break, and I will take you to the mountain gate right away."
Various voices suddenly rang out among the crowd, and many people were very happy.
Wang Dazhu was particularly excited. He was just a farmer's son who could not even get enough food before. Now he has become a registered disciple of the immortal family. It can be said that he has made a leap from a carp to a dragon!
He turned around and ran to the group of "reserve team" of errand boys, grabbed Li An's hand, and said excitedly:
"Brother An, I did it, I did it!"
Li An was very calm in his heart, but at this moment he deliberately showed a trace of sadness and said with a forced smile: "Dazhu, congratulations."
His expression made Wang Dazhu feel a little helpless, and he said: "Brother An, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... Don't mind it."
"I know, between you and me, why would I mind it?"
Although Wang Dazhu's emotional intelligence is not high, his heart is still simple, otherwise he would not have run back before to take himself to pass the level.
"Li An."
At this time, several other people came over, and the leader was Zhao Xianchuan.
He is the son of a cultivation family. He has been well educated since childhood, has an extraordinary demeanor, and a gentle smile.
"I didn't expect you to fall behind at the last level... What a pity."
Li An sneered in his heart. Before this, although they were from different backgrounds, Zhao Xianchuan was always polite and called him "Daoyou Li" because Li An had good qualifications.
Now he called Li An by his name, and his attitude had changed subtly.
Moreover, if Li An had not failed, Zhao Xianchuan would have ranked fourth!
Generally speaking, the top three have the greatest hope of being promoted to inner disciples.
So, it was a pity for Li An, but for Zhao Xianchuan... it was a good thing. Li An could not hide the joy in his eyes.
"Brother Li, is your injury okay?"
Mu Qingwan, who had a yellow-grade middle-grade wood spirit root, asked with a hint of concern in her beautiful eyes.
Mu Qingwan also had an ordinary background. On the way to Xuanyang Sect, Li An explained some basic knowledge to her, which won her some favor. In addition, he was one year older than her, so she called Li An brother.
"My dantian is cracked, my spiritual roots are damaged, my internal organs hurt badly, cough cough..."
Li An didn't lie. This body was malnourished and now it was injured by the thunder spirit. It was in danger.
"Brother Li, don't worry. When Qingwan has achieved success in her cultivation, I will definitely heal you if I have a chance."
Mu Qingwan spoke seriously.
"Thank you."
Li An casually said something polite and didn't take it to heart.
From then on, Mu Qingwan was a formal disciple of the outer sect. If nothing went wrong, she would most likely enter the inner sect in the future.
But Li An... was just a servant.
The two were worlds apart. The insignificant affection on the way to the sect was nothing.
His spiritual roots were damaged now. Unless there was a foundation-building pill, it could not be repaired.
"Why should Miss Mu worry about it!"
Zhao Xianchuan smiled and said, "I still have a miscellaneous spirit pill here. Give it to Li An. It should be enough for him to heal."
As he said that, he took out a black pill.
The mixed spirit pill is an impurity pill produced by cultivators when refining pills. It is not of good quality and contains a small amount of spiritual energy. Cultivators disdain to use it, but it is quite rare for secular martial arts masters when it spreads to the mortal world.
Li An quickly refused and said, "No need..."
He felt a little cold in his heart. Ha, the man surnamed Zhao was using him to please Mu Qingwan.
Because Mu Qingwan and Li An were quite close along the way, Zhao Xianchuan was already unhappy. Now that he gave this pill, his intention was even more obvious.
Li An got the pill, Mu Qingwan didn't need to heal Li An anymore.
"Li An, you don't have to be polite to me. It will be difficult for you to get pills to heal your injuries in the sect in the future!"
Zhao Xianchuan was a little unhappy, and pointed out in his words that Li An didn't know how to respect him.
Li An said softly, "That's right. I will not be able to repay this favor in the future."
He was not concerned about his face. If Zhao Xianchuan gave him a first-grade spiritual energy pill, Li An would definitely accept it with a smile and thank him at the same time.
But, the mixed spirit pill...
This thing is too poisonous.
Eating it may temporarily improve your energy, but it will cost your life.
"Well, since you don't want it, forget it. I think Brother Li doesn't like this mixed spirit pill."
There was a hint of sarcasm between Zhao Xianchuan's eyebrows.
Li An didn't say anything, but turned to look at Mu Qingwan and said, "Mu Xianchang, congratulations on your first place..."
Mu Qingwan heard the words, and a sigh flashed across her beautiful face.
Mortals always respectfully call immortals "Xianchang".
Similarly, the status of servants in the sect is not much better than that of mortals, so registered disciples and formal disciples are also called "Xianchang".
Li An was actively drawing a line between himself and Mu Qingwan, who had a bright future ahead of him.
After all, Li An knew that beauty was a disaster.
In this life, he only wanted to impact the immortal path!
Hearing this, Zhao Xianchuan's eyes suddenly lit up with a smile.
This Li An was also sensible!
The displeasure he had just felt because Li An rejected him was also dispelled.
"All disciples, gather quickly and prepare to enter the mountain gate!"
The voice of the elder of Xuanyang Sect sounded.
Before they could say more, they turned their heads and saw that two huge white eagles had flown out from the majestic mountain gate of Xuanyang Sect. The white eagles spread their wings, which were dozens of meters long. In the blink of an eye, they landed in front of everyone, and smoke and dust rose up.
"Formal disciples and registered disciples, get on the white eagles!"
A group of new disciples were very excited at this moment and hurriedly got on the back of the eagles.
"Fellow Daoist Li... take care."
Before leaving, Mu Qingwan said to Li An indifferently.
She knew Li An's intention, so she didn't force it.
"Brother An, I'm leaving first. I'll come find you when we get to the mountain gate--"
Wang Dazhu also waved to Li An.
The white eagle flapped its wings and took off with many disciples, fanning up a cloud of dust.
The remaining twenty or so servants stood there.
"What should we do?"
"Master, will other white eagles come to pick us up?"
The servants asked a young Xuanyang Sect immortal next to them.
"White eagles come to pick us up? Who do you think you are?"
The young man's face was full of impatience: "Walk up by yourself--"
After saying that, he turned around and stepped onto the mountain road, his face full of displeasure.
Originally, he could also ride on the white eagle, but now, because of these useless servants, he has to climb the mountain...
A group of servants were all standing there in a daze, and they walked up by themselves?
Li An took a deep breath and followed calmly.
He didn't care about these things. Now... he just wanted to find a place to practice the art of nourishing life and casting immortals!
At present, he was still very weak and had not officially entered the path of cultivation.
It would be best to stay in Xuanyang Sect first.
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In the sky.
On the back of the white eagle, Mu Qingwan, Zhao Xianchuan and others looked back at the foot of the mountain, the winding and rugged mountain road...
They all knew.
From now on, their fate with Li An, just like now, will probably never have any intersection in heaven or on earth!
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