Author: Guixin

Ang Lee chose to go through the "No Soul Gate", which became an episode in the third level.

Soon, the third level came to an end.

The dozens of disciples who finally passed the selection were all gathered in front of the mountain gate.

Not everyone successfully passed the spirit gate. Nearly half of them couldn't hold on, and finally chose the same path as Li An, entering the sect through the Wuling Gate.

After all, even if you are working as a handyman in the Immortal Sect, you are already a master, enough to be envied by ordinary mortals.

"The selection list will be announced below!"

"Formal disciples of the outer sect, Mu Qingwan, Wang Jian, Zhao Xianchuan... five people in total!"

"Named disciples of the outer sect: Luo Mu, Cao Qingming, Wang Dazhu... a total of twenty-one people!"

…

When they heard their names, Mu Qingwan, Wang Jian and others all beamed with joy!

After becoming a registered disciple, they still need to undergo an examination and meet the requirements before they can become a formal disciple.

Formal disciples are treated the best and receive spiritual stones, spiritual rice, elixirs, etc. every month, which are several times the number of registered disciples.

And among a group of disciples, only a very small number can become inner disciples!

"The rest are just servants!"

His name doesn't even deserve to be read.

"Take a break and I'll take you to the mountain gate right away."

Various voices suddenly sounded among the crowd, and many people were very happy.

Wang Dazhu was especially excited. He was just a boy from a peasant family. He didn't even have enough to eat before, but now he has become a registered disciple of the Immortal family. It can be said that the carp jumped over the dragon's gate!

He turned around, ran to the "reserve team" of handymen, grabbed Li An's hand, and said excitedly:

"Brother An, I'm done, I'm done!"

Li An felt extremely indifferent, but at this moment he deliberately showed a hint of gloom, forcing a smile on his face and saying: "Dazhu, congratulations to you."

His expression made Wang Dazhu feel at a loss and said: "Brother An, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it...don't mind."

"I know, between you and me, how could I care?"

Although Wang Dazhu's emotional intelligence is not high, his heart is still simple, otherwise he would not have run back and wanted to take him through the level together.

"Lee Ang,"

At this time, several other people came over, and the leader was Zhao Xianchuan.

He is a child of a family that cultivates immortals. He has been well-educated since childhood, has an extraordinary demeanor, and has a gentle smile.

"I didn't expect you to close the team at the last moment...it's really a pity."

Li An sneered in his heart. Before this, although they had different backgrounds, because Li An had good qualifications, Zhao Xianchuan had always been polite and called him "Daoyou Li".

Now that Lee is called by his first name, his attitude has changed slightly.

Moreover, if Li An had not failed, then Zhao Xianchuan would have been ranked fourth!

Generally speaking, the top three have the best chance of being promoted to inner disciples.

Therefore, it is a pity for Li An, but for Zhao Xianchuan... it is a good thing. The joy and pride in the other party's eyes cannot be hidden from Li An.

"Brother Li, is the injury okay?"

Mu Qingwan, who had a middle-grade yellow-level wood spirit root, asked with a hint of concern in her beautiful eyes.

Mu Qingwan also came from an ordinary background. On the way to Xuanyang Sect, Li An explained some basic knowledge to her, which won her some favor. Plus he was one year older than her, so she called Li An her brother.

"The Dantian is cracked, the spiritual roots are damaged, the internal organs are in severe pain, cough..."

Li An didn't lie. This body was malnourished and now it was injured by thunder spirit energy. It was in danger.

"Brother Li, don't worry. After Qingwan succeeds in her practice, I will definitely heal Brother Li's wounds when I have the opportunity."

Mu Qingwan spoke seriously.

"Thank you very much."

Li An made a casual polite comment and didn't take it to heart.

From then on, Mu Qingwan was an official disciple of the outer sect. If nothing went wrong, he would most likely enter the inner sect in the future.

And Li An... is a handyman.

There is a world of difference between the two, and the trivial friendship on the way to the beginning is nothing.

His spiritual roots are now damaged and cannot be repaired unless he has foundation-building elixirs.

"Why bother, Miss Mu?"

Zhao Xianchuan already smiled and said: "I also have a miscellaneous elixir here, which I will give to Li An. It should be enough to heal his injuries."

As he spoke, he took out a dark pill.

Miscellaneous Spirit Pills are impurity pills produced by immortal cultivators when they refine elixirs. They are not of high quality and contain a small amount of spiritual energy. Immortal cultivators disdain to use them. However, when they spread to the common people, they are quite rare for secular martial arts masters.

Li An quickly refused: "No need..."

He felt a little cold in his heart, hehe, Zhao was using him to please Mu Qingwan.

Zhao Xianchuan was already displeased because Mu Qingwan and Li An got close together along the way, and now his intention to give this elixir was even more obvious.

Now that Li An has obtained the elixir, Mu Qingwan no longer needs to heal Li An's injuries.

"Li An, you don't have to be polite to me. From now on, it will be difficult for you to get elixirs to treat your injuries in the sect!"

Zhao Xianchuan was a little unhappy, and his words pointed out that Li An did not know how to praise.

Li An said softly: "That's it. Li An will not be able to repay this favor in the future."

He was not concerned about his face. If what Zhao Xian passed on was a first-grade spiritual energy pill, Li An would definitely accept it and would thank him for it.

But, Miscellaneous Spiritual Pill...

This stuff is too erysipelas.

Eating it will temporarily boost your energy, but it will consume your life.

"Well, since you don't want it, forget it. I guess it's this miscellaneous elixir that Brother Li doesn't like."

There was a hint of sarcasm between Zhao Xianchuan's eyebrows.

Li An didn't say anything, but turned to look at Mu Qingwan and said: "Chief Mu, congratulations on ranking first..."

Hearing this, Mu Qingwan let out a sigh.

Mortals will all respect those who cultivate immortality as "immortal chief".

Similarly, the status of the servants in the sect is no better than that of ordinary people, so all registered disciples, formal disciples, etc. are also called immortals.

Li An is taking the initiative to draw a clear line and does not want to have anything to do with Mu Qingwan, who has a bright future.

After all, Ang Lee knows very well that beauty brings disaster.

In this life, he just wants to hit the immortal path!

Hearing this, Zhao Xianchuan's eyes suddenly burst into laughter.

This Li An is also considered wise!

The dissatisfaction caused by Li An's rejection of him has also dissipated.

"All disciples, gather quickly and prepare to enter the mountain gate!"

The Xuanyang Sect elder’s voice sounded.

A few people didn't have time to say anything more, so they turned around and saw that two huge white eagles had flown out from the towering Xuanyang Sect's mountain gate. The white eagles stretched their wings and were dozens of meters tall. They landed in the blink of an eye.

In front of everyone, smoke and dust were everywhere.

"Official disciple, registered disciple, go to Bai Diao!"

A group of new disciples were very excited at this moment and hurriedly climbed onto the back of the sculpture.

"Fellow Daoist Li... take care."

Before Mu Qingwan left, she said lightly to Li An.

She knew what Li An wanted, so she didn't force it.

"Brother An, I'm leaving first. I'll come find you when I get to the mountain gate -"

Wang Dazhu also waved to Li An.

The white eagle flapped its wings and took off with many disciples, fanning up smoke and dust all over the ground.

There were about twenty handymen left, standing where they were.

"what should we do?"
To be continued...