Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

The steps of Qianya Stone Steps are uneven and steep. On one side is a straight and smooth cliff, and on the other side is a thousand-foot cliff that is so deep that you can't see the bottom. If you are not careful, you will fall down.

Wang Fu even saw the white bones lying on the branches and trunks that grew tenaciously on the cliff.

He walked for less than half a day, and he felt that his legs were filled with iron and lead. Every step was extremely difficult. The sweat had already soaked his clothes. He was panting and out of breath. At the foot of the mountain, with the sunlight that had not completely disappeared, from a distance, this stone step road leading to the clouds was not so long, but when you really walk on it, this stone step road seems to have no end at all. There are only stone steps and gray rocks in front, lifeless and endless.

In the dark night, the stone steps are terribly quiet, and the front that can't see the end is like the abyss of ghosts. There is no other life except Wang Fu. He seems to have been forgotten, and he staggers with the faint and thin light of the stars and the moon in the sky.

Wang Fu gritted his teeth. He knew that this was his last chance to become a formal disciple. He didn't expect that his spiritual roots were only worthy of being a errand disciple. But what does an errand disciple do? Isn't it just to do those dirty and tiring work for the sect? How can you achieve anything if you do things that have nothing to do with cultivation all day long?

He envied Zhou Peng and Wang Feng. They had spiritual roots that even Uncle Wu Jianyang was amazed at, and they became inner disciples directly. If he couldn't become an inner disciple, he had to at least enter the outer sect. Only by becoming a formal disciple of Luoyu Sect, his ambitions and his dream of flying into the sky, escaping into the earth, and slaying demons in his heart can be realized.

He doesn't want to be mediocre. He wants to be immortal like the immortals in the story.

He wants to be like Sister Yun Ningshuang, who can eliminate demons and defend the way with a raise of her hand.

He doesn't want to become a waste who has accomplished nothing.

In the dead of night, Wang Fu has already crawled with his hands and feet.

Cuckoo!

His empty stomach had been growling for a long time. Fortunately, there were fried peanuts packed by his father in his bag. Wang Fu grabbed a handful and ate them while climbing up the stone steps.

It was dawn, and a moment later a ray of purple sunlight fell on the endless stairs, reflecting on the blood on the stairs, with a charming glow.

After a night, Wang Fu was already exhausted. He couldn't even feel the passage of time. There was only one belief in his heart that he must climb to the end of the stairs and become a formal disciple of the immortal sect.

Although his hands and feet were rubbed with blisters, every movement was a piercing pain, and every extra step was torture, he still insisted on climbing, using his hands and feet, and even his knees and elbows.

His skin cracked, and the stone steps behind him became charming.

The clothes on his chest were soaked with blood, and Wang Fu's vision became blurred, but he didn't know that in the clothes soaked with blood, a small tripod the size of half a fist was covered with blood, and this small tripod was undergoing a surprising change.

It was the small tripod that Wang Tong compensated him.

The originally black little tripod seemed to shed its skin, revealing the color of bronze, and the magical patterns that looked like gullies became clear. The mud in the tripod flowed out, revealing the color of the small tripod with a faint green light.

A surprised exclamation came from the clouds.

"Huh? I didn't expect that someone would climb these thousand cliff stone steps today..." An old figure floated down, his beard and hair were white, his body was thin, and he landed steadily on the stone steps. A pair of turbid eyes looked at Wang Fu, who was covered in blood but still climbing up, and sighed faintly.

It was at this time that the small tripod in Wang Fu's clothes turned into a barely detectable bronze light, hidden on his chest, leaving only a tripod-shaped pattern like a tattoo.

"Thousands of cliffs and stone steps, thousands of ways to cut human bones..."

"Ahem..." The old man didn't find anything unusual. He put one hand behind his back and put the other hand to his mouth with a fist. He coughed twice and looked at Wang Fu, whose legs were bloody. He couldn't help but say, "Boy, although there is an end to the road ahead, it is out of reach for you."

"Why bother? It's better to give up and go down the mountain..."

Wang Fu's consciousness had long been blurred. Only a will supported him to climb up, climb to the top, become a formal disciple, and live in the world. Killing demons and eliminating monsters was his last thought. He didn't hear the old man's words at all. In his blurred eyes, there was nothing else except the endless stone steps.

The old man was slightly moved. His turbid eyes seemed to think of something. He couldn't help but chuckled and stretched out his skinny hand to press on Wang Fu's head: "Well, anyway, we passed by. Since I met you, let's take a look."

The next moment, the old man looked inexplicable.

"You have five elements and mixed spiritual roots, but you have eight spiritual orifices. God really played a big joke on you." He loosened his palm and took a deep look at Wang Fu.

"No wonder you have such perseverance... What a pity..."

"But meeting is fate, and I, an old man, will not hesitate to give you an opportunity. As for whether you can grasp it, whether it is a blessing or a curse for you depends on fate..."

"Blessings and disasters are dependent on each other, and disasters and blessings are dependent on each other... Haha..."

After speaking, the figure of the old man gradually disappeared, as if he had never appeared, leaving only a stream of air that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye quietly drilling into Wang Fu's right palm.

In the depths of the clouds, a burly middle-aged man was hanging in the air with his hands behind his back.

"Hehe, this old guy exchanged a piece of news for two three-thousand-year-old spiritual medicines from me, and wanted to kidnap my disciples. He is just a five-spiritual root, and his perseverance is okay..." The middle-aged man sneered and no longer paid attention. Only a murmur remained and disappeared.

"But this news is indeed important. I have to prepare well..."

The sun was shining brightly and noon was approaching. The scorching sun burned Wang Fu, but he still did not give up.

Many of the monks of Luoyu Sect flying in the sky found Wang Fu, but no one sympathized with him, and all of them were disdainful.

"Huh? Why is there someone on the Qianya Stone Steps?"

"It's so miserable, all bloody. But this person is really stupid..."

"It's ridiculous. This person must have very poor qualifications. He tried to reach you and me through the Qianya Stairs. He doesn't know whether he lives or dies."

...

The sun set, and Wang Fu's breath was extremely weak, as if he would lose his last breath in the next moment. Fortunately, he finally saw the end of the stone steps vaguely, which gave him the motivation to continue climbing.

It was a palace full of light and surrounded by colorful clouds.

In front of the palace, Zhao Zelin was lying on his back on a chair, picking up the fruit next to him from time to time to eat.

With a smile on his face, he looked down at Wang Fu on the stone steps, his eyes full of teasing.

"I didn't expect you to be able to climb here. You have great perseverance, but it's a pity... The time is up. You still have a hundred stone steps to go from here, so... "Zhao Zelin's voice suddenly became violent.

"Failure!"