Yinshan Record

Chapter 777 The Cauldron of Jin Turns Black into White

Chapter 777 The Thousand-Jin Cauldron Turns Black into White

A casual game?

Lu Zheng repeatedly asked himself who this senior who suddenly appeared to save him and assured him that he would definitely pass the exam was.

Is it some elderly elder within the Longevity Cult? Or an enemy from outside?
He only knew that he knew nothing, not even how he would pass the exam.

Lu Zheng looked at the long line in front of him. They were disciples who had just joined the Longevity Sect like him. Everyone was wearing neat Taoist robes, but his clothes were still covered in filth.

"Many of you have gone to great lengths to become disciples of my Longevity Sect, some have relatives within the sect, and some have learned a few tricks. But none of that matters. Our Longevity Sect is not a place where you can live off others for the rest of your lives."

At the very front was a senior uncle at the Divine Soul Realm, who was giving them instructions.

He had a fleshy face, and a small head protruded from his neck.

That superfluous head was filled with evil intent, and its narrow eyes were fixed on the disciples below.

“But I’m telling you, none of this will help. Because the one in charge of this assessment is Laozi, Yao Ning’er.”

"Perhaps your elders have also told you that I am a notorious vicious dog in this sect, and I don't give face to anyone. In my eyes, things are things, and no one can mess them up."

"You are just beginning, and what you are learning is the Returning to Origin True Technique, which involves practicing the true qi within the acupoints."

As Yao Ning'er spoke, she soared into the air and stood atop a bronze cauldron in the very center.

"This cauldron weighs 1,500 jin. I don't care what methods you use, whoever can lift it three inches will be let go. Anyone who can't lift it can go back to their parents and cry, understand?"

The disciples below looked at the man standing on one leg, exchanging bewildered glances, not daring to utter a sound.

There's a saying that's true: this guy surnamed Yao is a notorious mad dog who doesn't give face to anyone.

"What, do I have to pay for it?"

Yao Ning'er smiled dismissively.

These newly recruited alchemists all thought they were chosen ones, each believing their families had powerful connections and resources.

But they're all rubbish.

I'll teach you a lesson today.

He had a hidden meaning in his words. The cauldron did indeed weigh 1,500 jin, but he had used a trick inside it, so it weighed more than 1,800 jin.

If you go along with his wishes and give him enough benefits early on, he will reduce the weight to 1,500 jin and let him pass.

If someone is capable of lifting 1,800 jin (approximately 600 kg), he will let them pass.

If you don't have the magical power to support this 1,800 jin, then get out of the mountain gate and go beg for food somewhere else.

Even if someone from within the sect asks, if you are strict with yourself, you will not only not be at fault, but you will actually be credited.

He leaped down, and a disciple who had been waiting nearby brought over a grand chair, inviting him to sit down and wait to judge the disciples behind him.

"Master Uncle, I'm the first one here."

A burly man with bulging muscles stepped forward. He was the newly recruited disciple of the monk who had been summoned to kill. He took a few steps forward, lifted the cauldron with both hands, and stood with his feet like the roots of an old tree, secretly activating a magic spell.

"rise."

The large cauldron lifted off the ground, and a cheer erupted from the surrounding crowd.

"Good!" "Old Killer, you're really skilled!"

Damn it.

The monk who killed the monk originally practiced a method of great strength, focusing on body refinement, and his shoulders possessed the strength of a thousand jin. Now, using the true energy he gained from practicing the Returning to Origin True Technique, he wanted to seize the top spot in front of everyone and establish his reputation.

Little did he know that Yao Ning'er had planted a mine inside the cauldron. As soon as he lifted it, he felt the cauldron in his hands getting heavier and heavier. He originally wanted to lift it above his head, but now he could only lift it nine inches before he couldn't muster any strength at all.

He was a seasoned traveler and knew what was important, so he quickly put the large cauldron down.

"Okay, you've got some brute strength."

Yao Ning'er glanced at the burly man; not everyone who entered this time was a useless piece of trash.

"It's all thanks to my senior brother's kindness in letting me off the hook."

The monk suppressed his inner rage and said with a forced smile.

"Good to know, let's move on to the next one."

Yao Ning'er nodded indifferently.

Before long, all the disciples went up to move the cauldron. As for the method, they each used their own unique abilities.

Some of them had clearly taken some kind of elixir, their faces were abnormally flushed, and they directly lifted the cauldron.

Some used divine talismans, their bodies flashing with light as they lifted the cauldron with the power of the talisman.

Some people had clearly been given generous benefits; they simply came forward and pretended to lift the cauldron.

Of course, there were also some who lacked both the means and the money, and others whose faces Yao Ning'er disliked. They couldn't lift the cauldron no matter what they did, so they were simply thrown aside and left to wait to be dismissed.

The line grew shorter and shorter until only two-thirds remained. The remaining third stood to the side with sorrowful expressions, staring blankly at Yao Ning'er above, as if hoping for a miracle.

In the end, only Lü Zheng was left.

His clothes were spotless, and his face bore unseen wounds.

"Hey, you surnamed Lü, you'd better not try it. Just go over there obediently. You've spent more days being punished than you've spent listening to lectures. You spend more time cleaning chamber pots than meditating. Come on, don't waste your master's time."

"How can you talk like that? What if our junior brother Lü is a genius and he comprehends some legal principles while being punished with hard labor? Hahahaha."

"You all don't understand. Where the five grains cycle, there is naturally a wonderful method for the cycle of the five elements. Don't you agree, Junior Brother Lü?"

"Can even dung balls cultivate? Then dung beetles must be able to attain the Great Dao."

Sarcasm and ridicule shot at Lü Zheng like arrows.

But he seemed not to hear, and simply walked slowly to the front of the cauldron.

Yao Ning'er looked at the young disciple covered in filth like a hawk about to pounce.

Someone has already told him that they must eliminate this kid here no matter what.

Yao Ning'er originally intended to help this kid out.

There was no other reason than that he wanted to see the kid suffer more.

Watching him face each and every exam with trepidation.

Watching him be humiliated and ultimately return to the world he should have belonged to with nothing to show for it.

However, the price offered by that friend was quite high, leaving Yao Ning'er with no reason to refuse.

Although you might miss out on some fun, you still make real money.

Yao Ning'er looked at Lü Zheng, who was walking forward. What a pity.

Lu Zheng looked at the bronze cauldron in front of him.

He doesn't know the Returning to Origin True Technique at all.

Not only does he not know the Returning to Origin True Technique, but he also doesn't know any other martial arts, not even fists, feet, swords, or spears.

Although he was an only child at home, his father did not pass on any of the martial arts skills he had learned to him.

All I learned was reading and writing, and practicing some penmanship.

My father once said that this was called "concealing one's talents," which meant that the Lü family only sought wealth and status and did not care about anything else.

Although he joined the Longevity Sect at the last minute and was constantly humiliated by the disciples from the Wuzhong Kingdom, he had no time to cultivate.

The most ridiculous thing is that he doesn't know the Returning to Origin True Technique at all.

Because he missed the class on the True Secret of Returning to Origin, he was beaten up on the way and then punished by being made to clean the latrines.

why?
Why should I stand in front of this giant cauldron and be mocked by these people?

He did indeed consume the golden elixir given to him by that senior, and also practiced some of the boxing techniques passed down by that senior.

But he showed absolutely no reaction.

Now, Lü Zheng felt that he had been tricked once again.

That senior whose face was not visible might have been someone from the Dugu family in disguise.

They were toying with themselves; in the darkness of that night, there must have been many eyes snickering.

Laughing at their own foolishness and patheticness.

Lu Zheng stood in front of the cauldron, his eyes filled with despair.

That huge cauldron was like a mountain, and along with all those experiences, it crushed his spine.

Damn this world.

Lu Zheng stretched out his hands and pressed them tightly against the bottom of the cauldron.

This time, he's determined to raise it.

Even if I can't lift it, even if I don't know the Returning Origin True Technique at all, even if I still face so much ridicule.

I'll raise it too.

Laugh, you sons of bitches.

Even if I can't stay in the Longevity Cult, even if I have to live like a pig or a dog, I will still survive.

I will remember this hatred and repay you little by little.

A flame, a power like a raging fire, surged from Lü Zheng's dantian.

He roared and howled, his eyes flashing with what seemed like lightning.

There seemed to be boundless power between his arms, accompanied by a roar.

He slowly lifted the bronze cauldron, raising it higher and higher.

Finally, it was raised above his head.

Oops...

A commotion arose from both sides.

However, in the end, a streak of light descended from the sky.

thump.

There was a muffled sound.

Lu Zheng knelt on the ground, blood flowing from his knees, forming a small river beneath him.

He raised his head, his mouth and nose filled with blood, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

At this moment, atop the cauldron stood a figure draped in a Taoist robe, with a handsome face, bright eyes, and a confident smile on his lips.

"Junior Brother Yao, did you see that kid lift it up?"

The man smiled, but his eyes didn't even look at Yao Ning'er beside him. He just quietly looked at Lü Zheng below. His eyes were so gentle, as if the fierce attack just now had never come from him.

"Dugu Rou, what do you think?"

Yao Ning'er looked at the person above and snorted coldly.

"I said he didn't lift it up."

"So he didn't lift it up."

Yao Ning'er looked around as she spoke.

"Did any of you see him raise it?"

Silence fell.

It was eerily quiet, so quiet that Yao Ning'er wanted to burst out laughing.

A bunch of spineless quails.

"Senior Brother Dugu, look, everyone says he couldn't lift it."

Dugu Rou's eyes still held a gentle light.

"Since everyone says he couldn't lift it, let's send him down the mountain."