Yaoguang Fairy Path

Thanks to her small body, Ye Shuyao moved freely among the crowd, like a nimble fish, constantly moving through the crowd, sometimes lowering her head to avoid tall bodies, and sometimes squeezing sideways through narrow gaps.

Ye Shuyao followed the team closely, afraid of missing any opportunity. Around noon, she suddenly heard a burst of exclamations one after another.

Looking up, I saw a lot of people flying from the distant sky, with fluttering clothes, like gods descending to earth.

Those handsome men and beautiful women have graceful figures and handsome faces, as if they walked out of a painting.

Their arrival set the entire square ablaze. Ye Shuyao couldn't help but be deeply attracted by this scene, her heart filled with yearning and anticipation for cultivating immortals.

"Wow, look, it's an immortal!" someone exclaimed.

"They look so good!" someone else exclaimed.

Ye Shuyao couldn't help but sigh, as expected, there are no ugly cultivators. Their temperament and demeanor shocked her.

As the handsome men and beautiful women slowly landed, the crowd in the square gradually quieted down.

Ye Shuyao knew that the next step would be the official start of the immortal cultivation sect's recruitment of disciples.

She stood among the crowd, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

The noisy sounds around and the warnings from the city lord's guards came one after another, but Ye Shuyao just pursed her lips and looked ahead quietly.

At this moment, a loud male voice came, the voice was loud and majestic: "Everyone line up, don't be in a hurry."

At this command, the originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, as if they were shocked by an invisible force.

Ye Shuyao looked around and saw three long dragon-like teams moving slowly forward under the scorching sun.

She couldn't help but sigh softly. The sun was shining brightly and her little face was sunburned red.

Ye Shuyao stood on tiptoe and tried to look towards the stone platform in the middle of the front, hoping to get a glimpse of the test.

From time to time, cries of loss could be heard from above, which were the sadness and unwillingness of the eliminated; and the occasional happy cheers were the joy and pride of the successful ones.

Ye Shuyao's heart also fluctuated with these voices, so she continued to tiptoe, looking intently ahead, waiting for her moment to come.

In her previous life, Ye Shuyao was an avid fan of novels about cultivating immortals. She knew very well that the chances of detecting spiritual roots in the mortal world were as slim as winning the lottery.

Perhaps, in other realms of immortal cultivation, where spiritual energy is abundant, spiritual root tests are commonplace, and immortal cultivators emerge in an endless stream. There, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is so rich that even the air seems to be filled with immortal energy, making cultivation more efficient.

Ye Shuyao understood that the mortal world was vastly different from the legendary world of immortal cultivation.

The spiritual energy here is thin, the resources for cultivation are scarce, and those who can detect their spiritual roots are rare.

Although there are many disciples from various sects and families in the world of immortal cultivation, and the life of immortal cultivators is indeed much longer than that of ordinary people, the frequency of immortal sects recruiting new disciples is not high.

The recruitment that takes place once every thirty years is a rare opportunity for mortals.

She stood in the queue, feeling the tension and anticipation of the people around her. Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and every hour that passed seemed like torture.

Finally, after a long wait, a voice came from above that she felt was like the sound of nature: "Next!" This call seemed to break all the silence and tension, and made Ye Shuyao's heart boil in an instant.

She took a deep breath, calmed her excitement, and then walked forward with firm steps.

When Ye Shuyao finally stood in front of the stone platform, an elder with an immortal look was looking at her with a smile.

The elder held a crystal clear spirit stone in his hand. "Relax your mind and place your palm on the spirit stone," the elder instructed gently.

Ye Shuyao did as she was told. She closed her eyes and felt the slight coolness coming from the spirit stone.