The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 10 Fourth Class Middle Grade
"This Lord An Xing runs a little fast..."

Zhang Jingyuan slapped his mouth, why did he feel something from An Qingxian's body, something that had been planned for a long time.

At this time, Feng Zhenming, who was lying on the ground, was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that An Qingxian, a useless waste, would actually run away without saying that the matter was not done!

What to do with his fourth-grade top grade?
Continue to struggle with Bai Bugui?

With this thought, Feng Zhenming suddenly felt a chill on his back, his scalp was numb, and he didn't dare to glance at Bai Buhui.

An Qing was too far away from Yunhaixing, so he didn't know how powerful Bai Buhui was. He was born and raised in Yunhaixing, so how could he not know how cold-blooded and ruthless Bai Buhui was.

He was very sure that if he dared to argue with Bai Buhui on this matter, Bai Buhui would dare him to say a word and poke a hole in his body. Bai Buhui would not care that his grandfather was Master Mo Xuan.

To be honest, he just wanted to use his grandfather's reputation to gain face for himself, and he didn't want to seek death.

The ten spiritual stones brought by the fourth-grade top-grade, as well as the Soul-Enriching Pill and the Body-Strengthening Pill, those poor and rootless ghosts don't care, how can they fall into his eyes? All he wants is the title of 'top-grade' , to save those scumbags from laughing at him behind his back and not even being able to get a top grade one.

Little did these mortals know that the competition among the Taoist nobles and immortal Taoists was fierce.

As Feng Zhenming left with his head down and his jade slip, the farce finally ended, and the team that had been stagnant for a long time could finally move forward.

There were not many unexpected episodes like this, so it was Zhang Jingyuan's turn soon.

Zhao Mingyang, who was bored and thinking about what to eat later, suddenly found that the yamen servant on his side was flying towards Bai Buhui with the comment sheet.

This!
This!
This is wrong!
After watching it for so long, how could he not know that this was a sign that the tester had at least four spiritual roots or above, otherwise the Yamen would have announced it on the spot, and Bai Buhui would never have seen it again.

But...but Zhang Jingyuan obviously has a useless spiritual root like him!

Could it be that Zhang Jingyuan has four spiritual roots or above?
It must be like this, Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, with the blessing of the Human Emperor, Brother Jing must be above the fourth spiritual root, Zhao Mingyang kept thinking in his heart.

Although he found it a bit unbelievable, he still sincerely hoped that this was not an error and that the government officials had not made a mistake.

"Zhang Jingyuan, the immortal seedling of Yanyang City, has 54 water spiritual roots, 18 fire spiritual roots, 17 golden spiritual roots, and 11 earth spiritual roots, fourth-class mid-grade!"

Hearing this, the crowd suddenly became noisy, but it soon calmed down. After all, counting, there have been about ten fourth-class middle-grade ones today, and compared with the others, Zhang Jingyuan has a higher water spirit root. It was just a little bit, nothing to marvel at. Zhao Mingyang was so excited that he even dug his fingernails into his palms without even realizing it.

"Brother Jing, you... how come you have four spiritual roots? I remember you still have two wood spiritual roots, don't you? Why have you disappeared!"

As soon as Zhang Jingyuan came down, Zhao Mingyang quickly gathered around him excitedly.

Looking at Zhao Mingyang's expression, those who didn't know it would have thought that Zhao Mingyang had turned into the Four Spiritual Roots.

"If you ask me, how could I know?"

Zhang Jingyuan pretended to be confused and said.

"I guess it's because the tester in the medical center was inaccurate during the previous test. After all, Brother Jing, you don't have many wood spirits at all. It's normal for there to be errors... Forget it, it doesn't matter how it's gone, it's fine as long as it's gone. It’s great that this wood spirit root is gone!”

Zhao Mingyang was so surprised and incoherent that he no longer knew what to say.

Although he cannot practice, Zhang Jingyuan can practice, and it is good to be able to see the scenery of the world of cultivation for him.

"Okay, don't say so much. Just go ahead, in case you make a mistake too." Zhang Jingyuan patted Zhao Mingyang on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"This is impossible. After all, not everyone is like your mother. She is as thick-hearted as the sun. Ever since I was little, my parents have never given up. I don't know how many times they took me to the medical clinic to test my spiritual roots. Can’t go wrong.”

Zhao Mingyang's head shook into a rattle, and the five spiritual roots turned into four spiritual roots. It was still reasonable for Zhang Jingyuan. It could be called a miracle. But if it were placed on him, it would probably be Chi Guoguo's supernatural power. event.

Between him and Zhang Jingyuan, it was already a surprise that one of them could embark on the path of cultivation. What else could he hope for?

Without waiting for what Zhang Jingyuan was saying, Zhao Mingyang quickly ran to the test stand.

The results came out quickly. The yamen official announced Zhao Mingyang's spiritual root on the spot, which was no different from before.

Seeing Zhao Mingyang's cheerful and cheering look, Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but look a little dazed. Zhao Mingyang was so happy if he could practice. So how happy would Zhao Mingyang be if he could practice?

Is it really okay for me to insist on not helping Zhao Mingyang embark on the path of spiritual practice?

But this thought passed by in a flash, and Zhang Jingyuan's heart suddenly became firm again. He still felt that it was good for Zhao Mingyang to be a mortal under his care.

After all, everything is unknown to others, and no one knows what the final answer is.

And he obviously already knew what Zhao Mingyang would encounter when he embarked on the path of spiritual practice in the future. He had seen Mother Zhao crying so hard that she was still alive, so why did he insist on letting Zhao Mingyang repeat this result?
In the next life, if it is wrong for Zhao Mingyang to take this mortal path in this life, then I will change it for him in the next life.

Of course, the prerequisite for being able to do this is that you have a next life.

But can I have a next life?

To be honest, Zhang Jingyuan himself doesn't know how many times he can be reborn and what conditions need to be triggered for rebirth, and he doesn't intend to take a gamble.

Can't you live a good life?
If you insist on seeking death, what if you are not reborn?
"Brother Jing, do you want to go over there?"

Zhao Mingyang suddenly pointed to a few young girls not far away who were surrounded by spiritual energy, dressed in brocade and jade robes, and had extraordinary bearings, and said.

This group of boys and girls are as tall and graceful as peonies. They stand out and have clear boundaries with the others. Obviously these are the fairy seedlings who have been tested with four spiritual roots or above this time, and now Zhang Jingyuan is qualified to be one of their kind.

"Don't go!"

After taking a look, he found that 99% of his clients were among this group of people, so Zhang Jingyuan flatly refused.

Quietly let others show off and brag about their mid-level status. If I pass, they will be embarrassed.

No matter what, Zhang Jingyuan would not admit it. It was because he felt guilty that he did not dare to go.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, please stay!"

But the problem is, Zhang Jingyuan doesn't go to them, but Lu Fangshan and the others want to go to Zhang Jingyuan.

As soon as they saw Zhang Jingyuan, Lu Fangshan and seven or eight new monks, they immediately surrounded them and pushed Zhao Mingyang aside.

(End of this chapter)