Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

The moment Song Paner placed her dirty little hand on the [Spirit Testing Stone], the gray [Spirit Testing Stone] immediately emitted a golden halo.

Soon, the halo became brighter and brighter, and soon turned into a golden light, as thick as substance.

Not only Song Pan'er was stunned, but the female cultivator next to her was also stunned. She quickly turned her head and wanted to call the elder who was leading the team this time.

The elder, whose white beard had grown to his chest, passed by her like the wind and walked straight to Song Pan'er.

"Top-grade golden spiritual root! It's a top-grade golden spiritual root!"

Elder Rufeng was so happy that he danced with joy. This was the first time in all these years that he encountered a top-grade single spiritual root while leading a team.

"My beloved disciple, it's okay, it's okay, it has been detected." Elder Rufeng took out a plaque engraved with "Hengwu Sect" from his arms and handed it to Song Pan'er. The more he looked at the little girl, the more satisfied he became.

What he gave was not the badge of an outer disciple, but that of an inner disciple.

Song Pan'er took the sign and found that the sign given to her by the elder in front of her was different from those given to other children. She showed a puzzled expression.

Elder Rufeng looks like an old naughty boy, with white hair and beard, white clothes embroidered with dark patterns in gold thread, and the belt around his waist seems to be made of pure gold.

“Oh, the badge I gave you is for inner disciples. You are a top-grade single spiritual root, so you can enter the inner sect directly.”

Elder Rufeng pulled Song Paner aside. He had to explain to the little girl the benefits of having him as her teacher.

Otherwise, after returning to the sect, the little girl would be deceived by those sword cultivators who are so poor that they only have swords left.

Song Pan'er followed Elder Rufeng and sat aside. Elder Rufeng took out some cakes and snacks that the little girl liked from his storage bag and placed them on the table. He then cast a soundproofing spell to separate this small area.

"Come on, let's chat. You've been waiting in line all morning. Are you hungry? Come on, eat something to fill your stomach."

Elder Rufeng's face was flushed as he pushed the exquisite pastries in front of Song Pan'er.

Song Pan'er didn't hesitate. She pulled out a handkerchief from her bosom, wrapped her hands, picked up a piece and took a bite.

She also wanted to try the pastries from the world of immortal cultivation to see what the difference was.

As soon as the pastry entered her mouth... forget it, she is a wild boar and cannot eat such fine bran. Her mouth is more suitable for technology and hard work.

"It's delicious." Song Pan'er praised expressionlessly.

Elder Rufeng chuckled, "Isn't that right? This is made by my most talented culinary disciple. I'll introduce her to you later. If you want to eat it, just go find her."

Song Paner: ???

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet."

"I am the Peak Master of Yueluo Peak of Hengwu Sect. My Taoist name is Rufeng. You can also call me Master."

Song Paner: ???

The abacus beads are falling on my face!

"Oh, I haven't told you yet, I'm an equipment cultivator. You know what an equipment cultivator is, right?" Elder Rufeng continued to smile. The more he looked at the little girl, the more satisfied he became. Look at her generous look, she is exactly like a member of their Yueluo Peak!

Song Pan'er shook her head. She had seen it in novels, but she didn't know if it was the [Weapon Cultivator] she was thinking of.

"To put it simply, weapon cultivators are those who create magical weapons. Do you understand?" Elder Rufeng took out spiritual tea from his storage bag, poured a cup for the little girl and pushed it over.

As soon as Song Pan'er smelled the fragrance of this spiritual tea, she knew that it was much higher quality than the spiritual tea she had originally traded with Old Man Zhai.

She didn't hesitate and picked up the white jade cup and took a sip.

This is good stuff, she can appreciate even this kind of fine bran.

"Most importantly, we, the weapon cultivators, are wealthy. Our Yueluo Peak is the wealthiest in the entire Hengwu Sect. If you accept me as your master, I will make sure you have complete dominance in the Hengwu Sect and even the entire cultivation world."

"How's it going? Are you excited? Why don't you just call 'Master' and let me hear it?"

Song Paner: ...

She said expressionlessly, "But I think those immortals and fairies who use swords look particularly powerful."

As soon as these words were spoken, Elder Rufeng almost jumped up from his chair.

"That won't do! You have a top-grade golden spiritual root that only appears once in a thousand years! You're destined to be a weapon cultivator! How can you become a poor sword cultivator?"

"Let me tell you, sword cultivation has a weird temper, is poor, and is extremely hard-working. It's not suitable for a young lady."

"A little girl should dress up beautifully and sit among the spirit stones every day to count them."

"You want to look powerful, isn't that easy? As long as you are willing to become my disciple, I can make you some powerful magic weapons, right? Why bother to endure such hardship?"

"Every year, so many people want to become my disciples, but I don't like any of them. I only like you, so don't worry. I have a lot of good things in my hands. I will give them all to you and not to those traitors!"

"Think for yourself, do you want to compete with so many people for sword cultivation resources, or do you want to be my beloved closed disciple..."

Elder Rufeng said as he took out a palm-sized storage bag from his waist and opened it a crack. "Look, how wealthy I am! If you become my last disciple, all of this will be yours."

Song Pan'er curiously leaned over to take a look, and the colorful things in the storage bag almost dazzled her eyes.

Although she didn't understand what those things were, it seemed that the elder in front of her was really rich.

Her heart moved shamefully.

"I'll think about it." She felt that she should wait and see, just in case the sword cultivator...

Elder Rufeng didn't want her to think about it. He slapped the storage bag into her hand and said, "What are you still thinking about? What's your name?"

Song Pan'er was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he was singing about, and reflexively replied, "Song Moli."

Elder Rufeng pulled off another storage bag and put it into Song Paner's other hand without even looking at it.

"It's settled! Song Moli, from now on you will be my Rufeng's last disciple!"

Song Paner: ...

Is it really okay to force buying and selling like this?

"Alright, call me 'Master' quickly." Boss Rufeng frowned, straightened his back, and put on a serious look.

Song Paner: ...

She looked at the storage bag in her left hand, then at the storage bag in her right hand, and her mouth made a sound as if she couldn't control it.

"Master."

Hearing that she was finally willing to become his disciple, Elder Rufeng laughed so hard that his beard was shaking, and he uttered "Ah" three times in a row.

"I'll put your name on the disciple roster right away. By the way, how old are you this year? Are you eight?"

Song Pan'er: ... "It's almost eleven."

Elder Rufeng looked her up and down, smacked his lips, and said, "You must have suffered a lot before. Don't worry, don't worry. In less than two months, I will raise you tall and strong!"

Song Paner: ...

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Hengwu Sect recruited a total of 576 disciples this time, of which 35 had single spiritual roots, 128 had double spiritual roots, and the rest were triple spiritual roots and mixed spiritual roots disciples.

However, the only top-grade single spiritual root became a disciple of Elder Rufeng before returning to the sect. This incident almost angered the elders of other peaks to death.