The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Zhan Nianchuan woke up slowly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he was still lying on the ruins of the village, but his injuries had healed for the most part, his bones had been reconnected, and his arms could move.

Just as he was extremely surprised, a voice exploded in his mind:

"In half a month, Xuantian Sect will open and recruit disciples and chores. If you are interested, you can go there."

Zhan Nianchuan was stunned, and the thoughts in his mind were like boiling water, with bubbles popping up one after another.

"Xuantian Sect, the person who saved me is from Xuantian Sect?"

"Recruiting disciples and chores? My benefactor thinks I can enter Xuantian Sect?"

"I was so seriously injured, but my benefactor was able to heal me so quickly. The immortal is really amazing."

Looking around in confusion, with corpses everywhere, Zhan Nianchuan quickly found Zhan Shou, hugged his father who was unrecognizable and bloody, and couldn't help crying again.

This was the second time Zhan Nianchuan cried in his life.

Fifteen years ago, he was still a baby, drifting in the Wangchuan River, trapped in a desperate situation, but he did not cry.

Nine years ago, he saw a tiger for the first time when he entered the mountains, and saw villagers being ruthlessly disemboweled by tigers, but he did not cry.

Over the years, every time he made a mistake, he was severely beaten by Zhan Shou, but he did not cry.

He was covered with scales, laughed at by his friends, questioned and even cursed by villagers, but he did not cry.

But now he has cried twice.

His world has fallen.

With tears in his eyes, he found a shovel, dug a big pit under his house, and buried Zhan Shou's body in it.

After adding the last shovel of soil to Zhan Shou's grave, Zhan Nianchuan knelt in front of the grave, his eyes bloodshot, and no more tears shed.

"Dad, Chuan'er will definitely enter the Xuantian Sect and will definitely kill the four great monsters to avenge you. You have always told me to be careful not to expose my scales. Chuan'er understands and will be careful in everything."

After that, he kowtowed three times to Zhan Shou's grave.

Afterwards, he suppressed his grief and buried all the villagers whose identities could be identified under the ruins of their respective homes.

Erniu's parents' bodies were found, but Erniu's body could not be found. Zhan Nianchuan found a doll of Erniu from the ruins and buried it with Erniu's parents.

As for the bodies that could not be identified, he dug a big pit near his father's grave and buried all the bodies together.

The next evening, the setting sun was like blood, and the whole Xiaoshui Village became a simple graveyard for hundreds of people.

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Fifteen days later.

Shengxian City.

Before dawn, the streets were already crowded with people and extremely noisy.

Countless vendors poured into the streets and shouted loudly.

People from all over the country gathered in this small Shengxian City, and even people from hundreds of miles away came here by ox carts and horse carriages after traveling for several days.

Xuantian Sect, the immortal sect, opened its gates and recruited disciples. Once every three years, only children aged eight to twelve are accepted. This has become a local custom. Every time a disciple is accepted, it is the busiest day in Shengxian City.

Needless to say, a family with good conditions can protect the family for hundreds of years as long as they have a cultivator, and a poor family can get hundreds of taels of silver as long as their children are selected, and immediately become a wealthy family.

This makes all children of appropriate age nearby, regardless of whether they are rich or poor, sent to Shengxian City by their parents to try their luck.

Zhan Nianchuan also mixed in the crowd and walked into Shengxian City.

A long time ago, Zhan Shou once brought him to sell tiger bones and bear paws when Xuantian Sect was recruiting disciples, and witnessed this event with his own eyes. Although many years have passed, Zhan Nianchuan has a good memory. Although he stumbled along the way, he still found this place successfully.

Today, he is much thinner than before, and the coarse linen clothes on his body are still stained with dried blood and dust. He is just a beggar boy, and looks inconspicuous.

The crowd was surging, and people were constantly pouring into the square in the city with their children.

From their conversations and the exhortations to the children, Zhan Nianchuan understood that this was the place where the immortals of Xuantian Sect were recruiting disciples.

At the front of the crowd, there were already hundreds of little children sitting around, waiting for their fate, hoping to be chosen by the immortals.

Zhan Nianchuan's strong physique was unstoppable, and he easily squeezed out of the crowd, lowered his head and found a corner and sat at the front.

Among a group of young children, Zhan Nianchuan was particularly conspicuous, attracting a lot of strange eyes and discussions.

"This guy is so old, why is he still here for selection? Isn't this funny?"

"Don't say it, maybe this kid is just big, haha~"

"What is that stupid big guy doing in there? He dared to lie about his age, and he was not afraid of offending the immortals."

Zhan Nianchuan looked calm, turned a deaf ear, and quietly waited for the arrival of the immortals of Xuantian Sect.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and a red fairy sword broke through the air.

On the flying sword, two figures stood proudly, with fluttering clothes, like fairies from the sky.

"It's the fairy! The fairy is here to recruit disciples with fairy fate!"

The crowd suddenly became agitated, and they all looked up at the same time, holding their breath, for fear of offending the fairy.

The entire Shengxian City, with tens of thousands of people gathered, was noisy and noisy just now, but now it has completely quieted down.

In a flash, the red fairy sword circled over the town and landed lightly in the center of the city square. Two figures jumped down from it, and the red fairy sword shrank and hung on the back of one of them.

"Fairy! Is it the benefactor who saved me?" Zhan Nianchuan was refreshed and stared at the person with wide eyes.

One of them was wearing a black robe and his hair and beard were all white. He looked very old, but he was energetic, his eyes were bright, and he looked like a fairy.

The other one was a 28-year-old girl wearing a light green dress, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a beautiful face. Her hair danced in the wind, like a fairy.

"This fairy is too beautiful, my God."

"Speak softly, don't offend the fairy. We ordinary people will not live in vain if we can see her once."

"The fairy has come down to earth. I didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful woman in the world."

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