So what! Are you going to kill me?

This was Jin Cancan's subconscious reaction. When doing something of extremely low quality, pretending to be a Japanese could make her feel more at ease.

Before Jin Cancan could finish her words, her eyes went dark and she lost consciousness.

"You - hey! What's going on?" Several elders hurried forward to check.

"Her tendons and veins are badly broken, and there is poison from the fallen species in her body." Tan Wei checked with his spiritual sense and made a grim conclusion.

With her physical condition being so bad, how could she still climb up the ten thousand step ladder?

"Go and ask Elder Chunjian to come and see her." Fu Qingyun said without hesitation, "Come here, send her to the doctor's room."

"This..." Tan Wei was a little speechless, and said, "What a pity."

Several elders understood what he meant. This little girl had extraordinary willpower and talent, but it was a pity that she would not live long.

The tendons and veins can still be warmed and repaired, but the toxins from the fallen species are too troublesome. Unless the foundation can be established within a month, life will be in danger.

But wanting to build a foundation within a month is nothing short of a fantasy.

Yin Jin watched Ting Xuegu’s disciples take Jin Cancan away and frowned slightly. Why did he feel that she looked a little familiar?

He seemed to have seen her in the Northern Ice Field, but this person's dressing style was so distinctive that if he had seen her, he would never forget it.

"My friend? What are you daydreaming about? Are you really not considering our sect? We can discuss whatever you want..."

"Don't be so shameless, he has already said that he chose our Qingyun Sect, get out of here!"

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The last silver needle pierced into the acupuncture point, and Jin Cancan woke up with a grin on his face.

"He's awake now! You're worthy of being Elder Harumi."

"Master's acupuncture technique is truly mysterious. I have benefited a lot from it."

Jin Cancan moved his arm and found that there were silver needles stuck in his arm. He was surrounded by several young men, and an elder with a Taoist temperament was sitting next to the bed.

Elder Harumi nodded slightly: "I don't have many opportunities to demonstrate in person. Did you remember everything?"

All the disciples nodded their heads in unison, with clear stupidity in their eyes.

Jin Cancan felt like a rabbit being dissected on a medical student's table. It didn't feel good to be a teaching material.

"Okay, let's go." Harumi raised his hand slightly.

"Yes." Everyone responded.

As the disciples left, the light in the room became much brighter.

"My friend, are you feeling unwell anywhere else?" Chun Jian asked.

"Nowhere is comfortable." Jin Cancan answered honestly.

Harumi was startled, then smiled and said, "So you know it hurts."

"The pressure from the Heavenly Stage is extremely terrifying to mortals. What kind of obsession made you endure the pain of broken veins to come here?"

Jin Cancan replied: "I want to be number one."

"To be the first?" Harumi thought her answer was a bit childish: "What does it mean to be the first?"

"Reaching the Heavenly Stage doesn't count as being first, and entering the Great Sect doesn't count as being first."

“There are always people who are better than you, and there are always mountains that are better than you. Fighting for fame and fortune will only bring you troubles and pain, just like what you are experiencing now.”

Jin Cancan smiled and replied, "You are right."

She had heard words like this countless times.

She is a very special kind of person who can only get satisfaction from winning. The feeling of standing at the highest point after defeating everyone else can bring her very short-lived happiness.

Short, but happy.

Harumi was usually calm and composed, and this was the first time he felt inexplicably uncomfortable with a younger person.

He was a little surprised, but hid it well: "Go ahead, you can still catch up with the spiritual root test now."

He waved his sleeves lightly, and the silver needles left the golden acupuncture points and returned to his sleeves.

Jin Cancan's whole body relaxed. Although the tearing feeling in his limbs and bones had not completely disappeared, it was nothing compared to the pain on the heavenly steps that was enough to drive people crazy.

After thanking Elder Chun Jian, she walked towards the altar square for testing spiritual roots.

The floor of the altar is paved with huge bluestone bricks, and the stone pillars shining with colorful rays of light are dozens of feet high. At the top is a huge spiritual power ball. When the person who is testing his spiritual roots places his palm on the stone pillar, the crystal clear spiritual power ball will shine like a bright moon suspended in the sky.

Runes flow, light shines, and the secrets of the cultivator's spiritual roots will be fully revealed.

When Jin Cancan arrived, it was almost evening and there were only three or two people waiting for the test.

"Huh? Is that little girl?" Tan Wei sat up straight and keenly caught her figure.

Shi Hao, who was sitting next to him, also perked up: "It looks like he has recovered well. Regardless of his aptitude, this resilience is worth a second glance."

Cai Chengyuan was quite interested in Jin Cancan: "I don't know what her talent is, I think the master will definitely like her."

"Don't talk too early, Cai Chengyuan." Zeng Tianheng shook his sleeves and said slowly, "You will be at the bottom this year."

"Hmph!" Cai Chengyuan was so angry that he was about to smoke. It was strange to say, Zeng Tianheng was very aggressive in recruiting disciples this year. I don't know what kind of luck he had.

The open and secret struggles between the elders in the stands were not known to the disciples who were undergoing the test below. Jin Cancan just felt that someone was staring at him, and when he looked around, he did not find anyone suspicious.

"It's your turn." The female disciple in charge of the spiritual root test showed Jin Cancan a friendly smile, "Please follow me."

Jin Cancan came to the center of the venue as she said. She remembered this female disciple. When she climbed to the top of the heavenly steps, it was this person who recorded the results.

"You are so cute, it would be great if we could be fellow disciples one day." Zeng Jiao was obviously a little introverted, but she still mustered up the courage to hold Jin Cancan's arm, "Do you have a favorite sect?"

Jin Cancan touched the other's slender waist without any hesitation: "I haven't made up my mind yet. If someone wants to ask, please tell me. What is your sect?"

Zeng Jiao heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Jin Cancan's answer. She had personally witnessed Jin Cancan becoming the second person to climb the Heavenly Steps, so she naturally believed that Jin Cancan was gifted. Thinking of the order her father had given her, she dug her feet into the ground, gritted her teeth, and spoke out like pouring beans: "Which sect is the strongest in cultivating immortals? Qingyun Sect on Qingyun Mountain! For the first step in cultivating the Tao, Qingyun is the most reliable!"

Jin Cancan felt that the girl was about to break, but fortunately she had received strict training and would not laugh easily. She patted her on the shoulder and tried to comfort her: "Your slogans are quite slogan-like. At least they sound like slogans. That's good, haha."

Zeng Jiao blushed, and simply added the second half in one go: "The brothers in our sect are all very handsome, the scenery is beautiful, and the food is not bad. The treatment for new disciples is very good, and the elders also... can breathe. You can consider it!"

Before Jin Cancan could comment, he was knocked around by a person who had just finished testing his spiritual roots and was crying and running away. The person was crying and wailing, "Wuwuwuwu! How come I have three spiritual roots of water, fire and earth! I am such a complete waste! I am not worthy of cultivating immortals at all!"