Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 139

Around Shen Shaohua, five teenagers dressed in identical clothes stood respectfully, seemingly her subordinates accompanying her to the assessment.

Other than that, Shen Shaohua and the rest of the crowd were like two magnets repelling each other; within ten zhang, no one dared to approach her.

After all, no one wanted to be inexplicably killed by her.

Although it was unlikely for her to act so wantonly at this recruitment assembly, one’s life was precious, so it was always wise to be cautious.

“Dong!”

After a long while, as the clock struck Chenshi, the square fell silent.

On the high platform in front of the square, a middle-aged man in a purple zhiju suddenly appeared in everyone’s sight.

“Hmm? When did he get there?”

Song Ling was startled; he hadn’t detected how the middle-aged man had appeared, as if he had been there all along, yet no one had noticed.

Profound, truly profound.

The middle-aged man’s gaze swept over the densely packed crowd in the square. Without any superfluous words, he went straight to the point:

“Everyone, my name is Dong Zhixuan, a deacon of the Purple Gloom Sect, and also the person in charge of today’s assembly. I announce that this year’s Purple Gloom Sect disciple recruitment assembly now begins.”

“Before conducting the cultivation aptitude test, according to the rules of previous years, I need to ensure that all participants are under fifteen years of age. Therefore, our sect’s disciples will observe and perform bone-touching on you. Please cooperate patiently.”

Dong Zhixuan’s voice, though not loud, clearly reached everyone’s ears.

As his words fell, twenty young men and women in green long robes with silk sashes walked in from both sides of the square and lined up in front of everyone.

“Now, all of you will form twenty lines and sequentially undergo inspection by our sect’s disciples,” Dong Zhixuan said indifferently.

As this was the usual practice, the prepared crowd did not panic and cooperatively formed long queues.

Song Ling walked into one of the queues, waiting for the inspection with an unchanged expression.

Inside and outside the square, it was quiet.

Most people passed the inspection safely, but a few were found to be overage. However, the Purple Gloom Sect disciples did not punish them, merely asking them to leave voluntarily. Only if they pestered would they be forcibly expelled.

Since each team only had about fifty people, the waiting time was not too long. After about half an hour, it was Song Ling’s turn.

The person responsible for inspecting Song Ling was a young woman in her early twenties.

The woman saw Song Ling’s young and handsome face, slightly surprised, and pleasantly stroked his head, smiling as she asked, “Young master, how old are you this year?”

“Immortal Sister, I’m twelve, not young anymore,” Song Ling said seriously.

The young woman chuckled softly and said,

“You’re quite young among these people. Although the second part of the assessment, the temperament test, will involve the ‘All Beings Are Equal Technique,’ that only applies to physical fitness and strength. Your mind at this age is not yet mature, so it might be difficult to pass the assessment. If it leaves a mental block, it will probably be even harder in the future. Do you want to consider giving up this assessment and coming back in two years?”

Song Ling’s expression showed a hint of sadness, and he shook his head, saying,

“On my way here, my parents and family were killed by bandits. Now, besides joining an Immortal Sect, I have nowhere else to go. I cannot give up this opportunity.”

“So that’s how it is.”

The woman sighed softly, a trace of pity flashing in her eyes. “You are truly pitiful. Never mind, I won’t persuade you anymore.”

With that, the woman gently pressed Song Ling’s bones, her fingers nimbly moving over his wrist, shoulder blade, and other areas. After a moment, she nodded and said, “Alright, you can stand at the back.”

“Thank you, Immortal Sister.”

Song Ling bowed gratefully, then walked to the line of those who had passed the inspection.

After another few incense sticks’ worth of time, all participants in the assessment were finally inspected. Out of over a thousand people, a total of forty to fifty were eliminated due to being overage.

For these people, the onlookers were not surprised.

Because in previous years, many people would always try their luck, and this year’s forty to fifty people were considered few.

“Everyone has passed the preliminary screening. Next is the formal first part of the assessment, which is the cultivation aptitude test. The results of the aptitude test are divided into eight colors: gold, purple, orange, red, blue, green, yellow, and white…”

Dong Zhixuan’s introduction was no different from what the commoner youth had told him.

The first part of the assessment has a total score of fifty. Those with white cultivation aptitude results receive ten points, and those with red receive fifty points. If the color is gold, purple, or orange, all subsequent assessments are directly waived.

“…The reason our Purple Gloom Sect chooses to divide the assessment into two major parts, and only requires a total score above sixty to pass, is because cultivation aptitude and temperament are both indispensable. We do not want to eliminate all remaining possibilities because of one side.”

“Therefore, even if your aptitude and talent are inferior, as long as you possess a determined heart for the Dao, you may still have a chance to embark on the path of immortality.”

Dong Zhixuan’s words were like spring rain, gentle yet powerful, not only encouraging every assessor present but also making the onlookers feel the comprehensive and fair selection process of the Purple Gloom Sect for its disciples.

However, many in the crowd scoffed at this rhetoric.

Among them was the commoner youth Song Ling had encountered. He looked at the crowd in the square with complex eyes, then turned and left.

“Even those with inferior aptitude have a chance to embark on the path of immortality? Heh.”

…

In the square, as Dong Zhixuan’s explanation concluded, the cultivation aptitude testing session officially began.

Dong Zhixuan swept his hand across the storage bag at his waist, and a transparent crystal ball shimmering with seven colors appeared in his hand.

“Magic tool?”

In the crowd below, Song Ling’s eyes gleamed.

Magic tools were treasures many times more valuable than talismans. Most talismans could only be used once, releasing the power stored within by their creator, whereas magic tools, as long as they were not damaged, had no limit on their usage, and their powerful source came from the user’s own strength.

The stronger the user, the greater the power the magic tool could exert.

Of course, magic tools also varied in strength, and their upper and lower limits would certainly differ.

At this moment, Dong Zhixuan held the seven-colored crystal ball with both hands to his chest, then closed his eyes and chanted. Before long, the light on the surface of the seven-colored crystal ball began to flow, its colors interweaving while continuously growing brighter.

After a while, the crystal ball’s brightness had reached a level that made the crowd in the square feel dazzling.

Just then, Dong Zhixuan suddenly opened his eyes.

He gently pushed with both hands, and the seven-colored crystal ball seemed to come alive, slowly floating into mid-air. Then, dazzling multi-colored streams of light suddenly burst forth from the crystal ball, shooting towards the crowd in the square!

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