Mythological origins

Early the next morning.

Bai Mo followed the others to the entrance trial site of the Qixuan Sect, a steep slope outside the Feixia Mountains.

Originally, he planned to leave the night before, and just find an honest sect to accept him, and then live for a hundred or two hundred years to restore his cultivation to the invincibility of this world.

Join an ordinary sect in a plain way, live a plain one or two hundred years in a plain way, and practice every day like punching in.

No waves, no storms, no fighting, and no need to fight for any resources.

With his former Dao Zun cultivation, there will be no bottleneck in re-cultivating to the peak of the mortal world.

But in the end, Bai Mo still did not choose this route.

Because he saw an interesting person.

That was the young man, Han Yu, who begged Dr. Mo to take his "brother" away yesterday.

There was a lot of luck lingering around Han Yu, and it was just like the treatment of the son of the plane.

Although there is basically no related inheritance knowledge in the mortal world and even in most of the spiritual world, in the Daochen Immortal World, the techniques and methods related to luck are systematically recorded and inherited.

Everyone has luck, which is an existence that cannot be perceived by the naked eye or divine mind. Only the cultivators at the level of True Immortal can barely perceive and control luck through the special way of cultivating the eye and immortal skills.

According to the theory of the Daochen Immortal World, a person's luck is divided into internal luck and external luck, both of which actually describe the ability of a person to influence the world.

Among them, internal luck is highly related to cultivation, because it represents the influence on the world that can be actively controlled by oneself.

When a high-level cultivator punches, the sky collapses and the earth cracks.

When a mortal punches, there is a mark on the ground.

This is the influence that can be actively controlled by the owner.

And external luck is an invisible influence that cannot be actively controlled by the owner.

For example, every time you go on an expedition to find treasure, all the competitors in the same industry die inexplicably, leaving only the person with external luck to get the treasure.

Han Yu's internal luck is not worth mentioning, but his external luck is too surging. If you go with him, if you are an enemy, you will be unlucky, and if you are a friend, you will be lucky.

Moreover, even Han Yu himself cannot control this kind of thing, he can only passively bear it all.

Bai Mo did not want to use the other party's good luck to seek something for himself.

The main reason is that he seemed to smell the smell of acquaintances in Han Yu's external luck, and wanted to confirm who was behind it.

Many times, if the external luck of ordinary cultivators in Daochen Immortal Realm is too outstanding, far exceeding the internal luck, it is actually not something to be happy about, because it is likely that it just means that it has been clearly arranged by a big shot...

...

"Listen carefully!" A hoarse voice like a duck's voice sounded on the side of the steep slope, interrupting Bai Mo's meditation.

"Your assessment task is to reach the top of the cliff before noon."

"Climbing a mountain?" Bai Mo looked up.

After two days of preparation, he has now recovered to the level of Qi Refining Level 4 or 5. For him, this kind of mountain climbing activity that tests a child's willpower is just a matter of how well he can perform.

"Okay, everyone passed." After a while, when the others were still thinking about which route to take up the mountain, the examiner with a duck voice suddenly shouted.

"???"

"What's the matter?"

Under the explicit instructions of Mr. Mo, all the members passed the entrance test without even going through the scene, and even the performance was saved.

Then everyone was naturally assigned to the other party's door.

Doctor Mo seemed to have other intentions for them.

"You have one year." He swept his gray beard and said slowly.     "?"

"I have a set of formulas. In this year, if anyone can practice this formula to the fourth level, he can become my inner disciple. If you can't practice it, go to the Foreign Affairs Hall to be a chores disciple."

Doctor Mo took out a book and placed it in front of everyone.

Unfortunately, there are few people who can read among these refugee teenagers. They look blind, let alone practice. Their expressions are uglier than crying.

Among the nine people, only one can read except Bai Mo. If the others want to practice, they have to learn to read first.

Old Mo glanced at everyone's expressions and thought of this, so he said: "There is a place in the sect to teach the gang members to read. You will also be treated as inner disciples for this year, and you don't need money."

"Also, this formula must not be passed on to others. If you pass it on to others, you will die."

His tone was very flat, as if he was just crushing an ant.

...

"Five Elements Formula..."

Bai Mo only read it once and memorized the contents of the whole book. He found that this was a common practice in the world of immortal cultivation.

"He wants to find someone with spiritual roots who can cultivate immortality?"

"But his body's qi and blood are overdrawn to this extent. He doesn't have many years left to live. What can he do if he finds someone with spiritual roots?"

Although Doctor Mo looks old, only Bai Mo knows that his actual age is less than 40. He has become like this because of qi and blood deficiency caused by some reason.

"Could it be that he wants to take over the body of an immortal cultivator with his mortal body?"

Bai Mo himself is a remnant soul taking over the body. Faced with this situation, his first reaction is also to take over the body.

But the success rate of a mortal taking over the body of an immortal cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage is very slim.

...

After Old Man Mo handed the Five Elements Formula to the nine of them, he never cared about them again, and even ignored their respective cultivation progress.

Only a calendar reminded the young men how much time they had left.

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"Six months have passed since the one-year deadline... I'm still only on the first level. If I don't have Old Man Mo's care, my life with my sister will be much more difficult in the future."

When Han Yu was upset, he would habitually wander around the back mountain of Qixuanmen.

At the beginning, he brought his disguised sister to Qixuanmen and lived a rare six months of peace.

With the care of Doctor Mo, the few of them have been enjoying the benefits of inner disciples.

After understanding for this period of time, he knew very well that the chores of the outer gate of Qixuanmen had to do miscellaneous work for at least five or six hours a day, and the salary was very low.

Compared with the current situation of having enough food and drink and not having to do anything but concentrate on practicing, it is definitely a world of difference.

"I don't want to lose my current life!"

Han Yu was furious and kicked a stone-like object on the ground to vent his anger.

But he found that he seemed to have kicked an iron plate. He sat on the ground in pain and kept covering his red toes.

"What is this?"

After the pain subsided, he turned his head to see the culprit.

A small bottle half buried in the soil.