Qingyun Mountain Range.
The mountains were steep, the rocks were strange, and there were clouds and mist everywhere, making it feel like a fairyland.
Near the foot of the mountain, two figures broke the silence in the mountains.
One was in front of the other.
The former was in his early forties, dressed in a green Daoist robe, and his footsteps were light as he walked in the mountains without a speck of dust.
The latter was in his early twenties, had a delicate appearance, and wore a white plain robe. As he walked through the mountains, he gave off the feeling of a scholar taking an outing in nature. The only flaw was that the cloth shoes on his feet were covered in mud, making him seem slightly out of place.
Perhaps it was because of the rain a few days ago, the soil in the mountains was a little wet and slippery.
Ye Ping walked in the mountains.
Scenes appeared in his mind.
Ye Ping felt that he was very unlucky.
Three years ago, he was an ordinary office worker on Earth who was waiting to die in the 996 merit system.
However, he did not expect an accident to bring him to this world that was similar to the ancient times.
However, this world did not belong to any of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing eras.
Instead, it was called the Immortal Martial Era.
He was in a small country called Jin Nation.
Originally, regardless of whether it was the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming or Qing eras, he would at least not lead a miserable life with his advantage as a transmigrator. At the thought of the fact that one could have multiple wives in a feudal society, he suddenly felt better.
As the saying went, reading was definitely the most direct way to stand out no matter what era it was. In order to live a good life, Ye Ping plunged into the army of reading.
Perhaps other transmigrators might not be willing to study, but Ye Ping was different. He loved reading very much because there was a rule in Jin Nation that any student could enjoy ten years of compulsory education. In other words, he was happy to study for free.
How could Ye Ping not be happy to be able to study without spending money?
Hence, in the past three years since he transmigrated, Ye Ping had been studying the books of sages and sages seriously. He could recite the Seven Books and Nine Classics fluently and memorize all the famous sayings of the sages. Besides, with his identity as a liberal arts student, Ye Ping could also come up with some excellent sayings from time to time.
'Worldly affairs go with the flow of the water, calculation is a fleeting dream. ' 'Why don't a man wear a hook, conquer the mountains and 50 states, fight for 3,000 kilometers, and defeat millions with a sword. '
Of course, those aphorisms had been edited. After all, there were no barriers in this world, so they had to be edited for the sake of the scenery.
Ye Ping was actually quite famous in Jin Nation because of his masterpieces.
However, just as Ye Ping was about to go to the imperial examination confidently, an accident happened.
When he was on his way to the capital to take the exam, he saw someone flying across the sky on a celestial sword, free and unfettered.
All of a sudden, Ye Ping was enlightened.
So this is the World of Cultivation.
After hearing this news, Ye Ping immediately felt extremely upset.
He studied hard for three years.
Do you know how I spent the past three years?
He had thought that this was a world of scholars, where everyone practiced martial arts and had books to read.
But he didn't expect that this world was actually a world of cultivation.
Studying in the World of Cultivation?
Was there something wrong with his brain?
Although Ye Ping was not ambitious, he knew the difference between the immortal cultivation system and the reading system.
Even if you are a noble, in the eyes of cultivators, you are just a weed, right?
Even if you are the ruler of a country, you have to be respectful to the cultivators, right?
Hence, after learning that this was a world of immortal cultivation, Ye Ping abandoned literature and became an immortal to pursue the illusory Immortal Dao.
He thought that the process would take a long time.
However, he didn't expect that immortal cultivators were not rare animals in this world at all. Instead, there were as many as there were hairs on a cow.
In less than a month, Ye Ping participated in four or five Grand Immortal Ascension Meets.
In this world of immortal cultivation, there were countless sects and they were very diligent. They would hold the Grand Immortal Ascension Meet every year to recruit disciples. Anyone with a little spirit root would be able to join the immortal sects.
After participating in nearly fifty Grand Immortal Ascension Meets, Ye Ping discovered that he had no spirit root after being blacklisted by the major sects in Qingzhou.
It wasn't a rare physique, but it was one of the worst physiques in the world.
Such a physique was generally known as a wastrel.
However, after finding out that he had the worst physique, Ye Ping was not sad at all. Instead, he was very happy.
Isn't this the classic opening of a novel?
Does the more useless the beginning, the higher the future achievements?
Hence, Ye Ping was not discouraged at all. Instead, he continued to participate in the various Grand Immortal Ascension Meets. He believed that as long as he joined the immortal sects and was given a chance, he would be able to soar to the sky.
However, in the eyes of the major sects, those without spirit roots were pure trash, and none of the sects were willing to accept a cultivator without spirit roots.
Due to Ye Ping's unremitting efforts.
Finally, he met his benefactor.
It was the middle-aged man in front of him.
Daoist Tai Hua.
The 18th Sect Leader of the Qingyun Dao Sect.
He saw Ye Ping in the crowd and was willing to take him in as a disciple and teach him immortal techniques.
The only requirement was that he had to do an internship, during which he wouldn't be given any salary.
To put it bluntly, he wouldn't get any money.
That requirement was nothing to Ye Ping. After all, he didn't care much about such worldly possessions.
His focus was on immortal cultivation.
As long as he could cultivate, he wouldn't have to worry about not getting any money in the future.
At the thought of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but get nervous.
In the mountain stream, the clouds and mist were billowing, making it look like an immortal realm. The breeze blew and cleansed Ye Ping's mind, making him feel both nervous and expectant. Most importantly, he was in awe.
Immortals seemed very magnificent to Ye Ping.
If there was a Dao for immortal cultivation, wouldn't it be beautiful to fly on a sword and roam the nine continents in the sky with fluttering white robes?
He would also say, "The immortal pats my head and I'll be immortal forever."
One word.
Absolute.
Just as Ye Ping was letting his imagination run wild …
Daoist Tai Hua, the 18th Sect Leader of the Qingyun Dao Sect, was beaming with joy.
This time, he went down the mountain to deal with some trivial matters.
However, he didn't expect to take in a disciple.
The most amazing thing was that this disciple was willing to forgo his salary.
It was really a double blessing.
These days, the pressure of competition among the sects in Qingzhou was too great. They were snatching disciples everywhere and raising the prices.
All the talented disciples were snatched away by the major sects, and most of the disciples who were not talented but seemed to have some aptitude were snatched away too. Hence, the remaining disciples were all unattractive.
So be it. Because the major sects had raised the prices, their salaries had increased year by year.
Of course, that was also because many people knew that those who went to immortal sects without spiritual roots would just be doing chores. If they really wanted to learn something, they might as well find a random martial arts club to strengthen their bodies. At least, they would have a future.
Immortal cultivation didn't mean that one would become stronger after cultivating.
If one could become an immortal with a cultivation technique, everyone would be superior.
That was also the reason that some sects at the bottom of the hierarchy might not even take in a single disciple in a year, let alone a disciple who didn't require any money.
Hence, Daoist Tai Hua was in a good mood.
However, the only thing that made Daoist Tai Hua a little worried was whether the disciples of his sect could act like experts.
He didn't want the new disciple to run away soon after he arrived.
That would be troublesome.
However, Daoist Tai Hua did not feel guilty because Ye Ping wanted to cultivate and no one wanted him. Hence, he accepted Ye Ping willingly and there was nothing wrong with that. Although the sect was indeed poor, the problem was that even the best sects did not want Ye Ping.
If he had to say that he felt guilty, it would be that he didn't give Ye Ping a salary. However, Daoist Tai Hua would keep it in mind and compensate him after the sect developed.
While Daoist Tai Hua was slowly thinking about it …
The two of them had also arrived at the gate of the Qingyun Dao Sect.
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