Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 1 Bloodline extraction, spiritual root mutation
【Name: Xue Leng】

[Spiritual Roots: Water, Wood, Metal (mutation in progress)]

[Life span: 26/95 years old]

【Boundary: Sixth Level of Qi Training】

[Cultivation method: Mingshui Jue]

[Skill: Yin Deficiency Finger (Perfect)]

[Talent: Scarlet Pact (Blood Extraction 0.7)]

Looking at the four scarlet blood characters on the last line in the Sea of ​​Consciousness panel——

Bloody contract!
Xue Leng's chest suddenly rose and fell, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

After taking a deep breath, he barely suppressed the agitation in his heart and turned his attention away from the panel.

Looking at the dark rain, he was speechless for a long time, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Three years, why are you still so impatient?"

Shaking his head slightly, Xue Leng turned and walked towards the house.

He went straight to the table, picked up a roll of gray and white old jade slips, and quietly began to read the contents inside.

This is also the only habit left over from his previous life. Whenever he is uneasy, he will read to divert his attention.

"The first step of an alchemist: the collocation method of gathering energy powder"

"Well, this is a bit interesting."

Xue Leng nodded secretly, skillfully took out a blank jade slip, and copied the contents.

The jade slips that were almost piled up on the ground were collected by him with spirit stone fragments.

They are all the cultivation experience of some down-and-out casual cultivators, as well as all kinds of weird gossip.

Due to poor preservation, most of them are either falling apart or missing content.

If you can find something useful like today, you are lucky.

Since traveling to this world, Xue Leng has seen countless scrolls like this.

The small abacus in my heart is also rattling.

The hateful thing is that God doesn't open his eyes.

After three years, apart from those used for cultivation, the scattered spirit stones and shards have cost almost dozens of them.

Not to mention the Immortal Art Collection and ancient secret scrolls, even the basic Qi training formulas are damaged...

And the practice of spiritual consciousness is unheard of!

Obviously, "Original Body" is not only bad in qualifications, but even Fu Yuan is very bad.

How pleased he was!
Thinking of this, Xue Leng couldn't help clenching his fists, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

"There is no way out for casual cultivators."

"Wait a few more days—no, tomorrow, tomorrow is the last chance, the entrance examination of the True Spirit Sect only happens once every ten years.

With my current cultivation base and the aptitude of the three spiritual roots, I will definitely be called as a handyman! "

"It seems that we have to do it tonight."

"Ten years... I can't wait!"

"Creak creak~~" It was already late at night, and the sound of the wooden door opening seemed a bit harsh.

Hearing this voice, Xue Leng stopped the practice of Mingshui Jue, his gloomy face was restrained, he got up and got out of bed and walked towards the door.

"Leng'er, come out quickly and see what grandpa brought back?"

Before he could take a few steps, an old shout came into the room.

In the weak and deep voice, there was an uncontrollable exhaustion.

Before the words were finished, a crooked old man who looked more than 90 years old rushed into the door with a whoosh.

It looks like a big mouse that has become a spirit!

As soon as the old man entered the house, he closed the door.

Without taking a breath, he stretched out his hand and swept all the fragments of jade slips on the table to the ground.

Immediately, he swiftly took out a storage bag and poured it on the table, and eight dripping crystal stones with rippled halo came into Xue Leng's eyes.

Water attribute spirit stone!
A total of eight low-grade spirit stones are quite a fortune for casual cultivators.

Seeing this, Xue Leng's eyelids twitched, but there was no joy on his face, instead he frowned and said:
"Why did you go to the mine again? Didn't I say it all? There is no good person in the prospecting team, just in case..."

After a pause, Xue Leng looked at the old man in distress, his Adam's apple twitched twice, and suddenly he couldn't continue.

The old man obviously rushed back in the heavy rain. In order to deceive people, he didn't even dare to open the mana barrier.

Sticky sweat was rolling down drop by drop along the deep grooves on his face.

"..."

Xue Leng had a sore nose, tilted his head slightly to look away, took a few deep breaths, and then said softly:
"Let's change into dry clothes first, old arms and legs, be careful not to hurt your body."

"Haha, grandpa is also an immortal cultivator who has tried to establish a foundation, so what are you afraid of!"

The old man tried his best to straighten his waist while wiping the sweat off his face.

Cultivator? More than 90 years old, a cultivator whose cultivation base has declined to the third level of Qi training?
Xue Leng couldn't bear to look at the old man's shriveled torso, reached out from the storage bag, took out a set of clean clothes and handed them over.

"Old man, at such an advanced age, stop doing life-saving things."

"Besides, I heard that there have been several deaths in the mine recently. It is really too dangerous."

Seeing that the old man had changed his clothes, Xue Leng couldn't help persuading him softly.

"Leng'er, after tomorrow you will be an outer disciple of the True Spirit Sect.

As a newcomer, even though your uncle is there to protect you, it is always right to have more spirit stones, even if you don’t use them, it’s good to use them for those senior brothers. "

Speaking of which, the old man sighed, and said: "If your father is still there, there is no need to look at people's faces, why don't you walk sideways inside the door, hmph!"

It is said that the old man had a good time back then, because his son was a monk in the foundation period, and he was expected to enter the inner sect.

In the outer sect of the True Spirit Sect, it is also possible to talk, and the small life is lived happily.

Unexpectedly, during a sect mission, "Xue Leng"'s father was inexplicably seriously injured and fled back.

Before he even had time to explain the funeral, he kicked his legs and went.

Not only did the mission fail, but even the lives of fellow sects were lost, which caused the sect to lose face, so it was recorded as a serious mistake.

Not to mention the confiscation of all the inheritance, even the Dongfu residences were divided up.

Since then, the lives of the grandfather and grandson have also fallen from the sky to the ground.

"The True Spirit Sect is one of the top ten sects of righteousness and evil. With my current cultivation level, I am afraid..."

Having said this, Xue Leng's tone suddenly became low.

"Ah bah, Tongyan Wuji, Master Tiandao don't blame me."

Hearing this, the old man felt as if he had been slapped with chicken blood. He bowed to the air a few times, and after a long while, he said slowly:
"Keep your heart in your stomach, you are twenty years old, you have already broken through to the middle stage of Qi training, your talent is definitely not something to take lightly—"

"But... I'm 26 years old this year." Xue Leng looked down at the water stains on the floor.

It has been 26 years, and there is not much time left for him.

If the foundation cannot be established within ten years, then this life is considered to be over.

"You..., alas!" The old man raised his arm, and slowly put it down again.

"Tomorrow you will take the entrance examination, and you will insist on your age, 20 years old.

The rest... your uncle will figure it out. "

"Hmph! If he wasn't under the care of your father back then, how could he be so beautiful, and that Foundation Establishment Pill..."

"Should have been—should have...ah!"

The old man was ruthless, but when he talked about his son, he still couldn't help wiping away his old tears, and his voice became a little choked up.

It took a long time before I came back to my senses, and said to Xue Leng solemnly:

"Even if it's the real spirit sect's bad luck, you don't have to worry about confiscating it. Grandpa, I have a lot of friends. I have found a lot of connections in the market over the years."

"Based on your aptitude, when the time comes, I don't know how many Foundation Establishment seniors will break their heads!"

Xue Leng didn't argue with the old man when he heard the words, so he could only frown and screamed in his heart that it was absurd.

The True Spirit Sect is one of the three major sects in the northern region of Great Jin.

In the sect, there is more than one great cultivator in the late Yuanying period alone, and the ancestors even had the power to transform into gods!
There is no such thing as a genius or evildoer. If the old man talks about it, confiscating him is like damaging Yin De.

As for his aptitude, the old man is naturally well aware of his three spiritual roots, which are mainly water attributes.

It is completely incomparable with those geniuses such as Tianlinggen and Yilinggen, they are just mediocre talents.

Not to mention cultivating Taoism and longevity, even the level of building a foundation, it is likely that they will not be able to pass it!
The little old man's attitude was just to comfort himself.

"Old man, the Essence and Blood Pill is not enough."

As soon as the topic changed, Xue Leng lowered his head and looked at the water-stained patterns on the ground expressionlessly, his voice suddenly became a little cold.

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