The sacred tree is about to pass, and the cannon fodder's wish countdown is coming

The Qingxu Sect is the foremost sect in the world of immortal cultivation. Its ranks are filled with numerous masters and its vast collection of secret techniques has captivated countless cultivators.

Recently, the Qingxu Sect held its ten-year disciple selection activity, selecting disciples from the mortal world to join various mountains.

If you want to say which mountain is the best for disciples, it is undoubtedly Xinglan Peak, which is ruled by the most famous person in the world of immortal cultivation - Xinglan Taoist.

However, it is regrettable that Taoist Xinglan has never accepted any disciples, not even any disciples from outside the sect.

Faced with such a situation, although everyone was looking forward to becoming his disciple, they could only beat their chests and stamp their feet in frustration, and were eventually assigned to other mountains.

But when people heard that Taoist Xinglan had come out of seclusion recently, especially at such a sensitive time, they began to speculate whether she intended to recruit disciples this year.

So in the selection competition, everyone worked surprisingly hard, but disappointingly, from beginning to end, the legendary Taoist Xinglan never showed up.

With the end of the selection competition, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, they felt a sense of loss and unwillingness in their hearts.

When these new disciples were assigned to their respective mountains, they suddenly heard a piece of news.

It turned out that Taoist Xinglan did not attend the selection competition after coming out of seclusion because he personally went to the mortal world and brought back a disciple.

This shocked everyone.

They had originally accepted the news that Taoist Xinglan would not be accepting disciples today, but they did not expect that things would turn out to be beyond their expectations.

They couldn't help but wonder what kind of brilliant person could be so favored by Taoist Xinglan, who went to pick him up as soon as he came out of retreat, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch him away, and directly skipped the selection process to become the master of Xinglan Peak.

At this moment, their desire to meet the new disciple reached its peak.

However, their wish at this time would be in vain, because they could not enter Xinglan Peak at all unless the disciple came down the mountain in person.

Thinking of this, everyone sighed.

Although he had stopped thinking about it, curiosity had already planted seeds in his heart, and they would only disappear when he saw that disciple.

On this side, after the boy was brought into Xinglan Peak, Lu Shi first took him to visit his residence. It was a simple wooden house, and all kinds of furniture in the house were also made of wood.

Afterwards, Lu Shi asked his name.

"What is your name?"

The little boy was silent for a moment before he replied in a low voice, "Disgusted."

"A single name with the character 'Yan'?"

"Well, no last name."

If possible, he wouldn't even want a name.

He lowered his head and his eyes fell on his bruised toes. It seemed as if they were burned. His toes curled up slightly and hid in his tattered shoes.

"But what about the 'banquet' of 'peaceful seas and clear rivers'?" Lu Shi asked softly.

The boy had never been to school, but he knew such beautiful words would never belong to him. "No, it's 'hate' and 'bored'."

"So that's how it is." Lu Shi's voice was light, like jade beads rolling down a jade plate, cold, but without showing the slightest bit of abnormality, as if it was the most normal thing.

But which parents would give their child this name?

"How about taking my last name? My real name is Lu Shi."

"Lu Shi... Lu Yan..."

"No, it's Lu Ciyan. Ci means to refuse."

"Lu Ciyan...Thank you, I like it very much."

"I'm glad you like it. I have some clothes prepared for you in the house. If you need anything else, you can come to my house to find me."

Lu Shi’s residence was a cave, not far from Lu Ciyan, but still a long way to go.

"Yeah." Lu Ciyan responded, and when he looked up again, Lu Shi was gone.

He originally thought it was nothing, and even felt a little relieved after she left. But gradually, as the groans of hunger in his stomach became louder and louder, he had no choice but to walk towards Lu Shi's cave.

His cheap master seemed to have forgotten that he was still a mortal. He had prepared clothes and shoes, but there was no food, not even a drop of water.

The cave seemed to be right in front of him from afar, but it would take quite a while to actually walk there. Especially for Lu Ciyan, who had just had a fight with someone and was still hungry, it was a bit difficult to walk there.

He couldn't help but wonder if his cheap master didn't take him seriously as a disciple, which was why his attitude was so perfunctory.

He fell to the ground speechless and powerless.

The clothes on my body seem to be a magic weapon. I won’t feel cold when sitting on the snow, and the melted snow water won’t soak my clothes, let alone make them dirty.

Although he was hungry, he was even more thirsty.

Lu Ciyan grabbed a handful of clean snow and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

"Are you Senior Sister's new disciple?" A voice sounded from behind without warning.

The snow in his mouth hadn't melted yet. Lu Ciyan raised his head in confusion and said vaguely, "No."

"Are you... hungry? Didn't Senior Sister prepare food for you?"

As he was speaking, a man slowly walked over. He lowered his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand with his palm facing upwards, and a bright red spiritual fruit suddenly appeared in his palm.

"You haven't practiced yet, and you can't fast yet. Senior Sister is busy with cultivation and may not be able to take care of you. Don't blame your master."

A wave of oppression came from that person. Lu Ciyan took the spiritual fruit and nodded seriously, "Master is very good to me."

Ming Changxiu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Lu Ciyan with no sadness or joy in his eyes, "That's good."

In fact, he didn't like this nephew very much. He was obviously a pseudo-spiritual root with the lowest talent, but he was favored by the senior sister who was the number one person in the world of immortal cultivation and became his nephew.

But when he saw him chewing the snow hungrily just now, that displeasure disappeared again, leaving only a little bit of emotion.

They are just poor mortals. With such talents, their lifespan is probably only a few years. To them, it is just like raising a small pet. Decades pass by in the blink of an eye.

"Spiritual fruits can satisfy your hunger, but don't eat too much. Your mortal body can't handle it."

Ming Changxiu tried to make his voice softer so that he wouldn't look so serious.

Seeing that he had listened to his words, Ming Changxiu waved his sleeves lightly and flew towards Lu Shi's cave.

After the figure disappeared, Lu Ciyan looked down at the spiritual fruit in his hand, which was as big as his head. He ignored Ming Changxiu's warning and ate it bite by bite, and a feeling of fullness followed.

Compared to the tasteless white snow, this spiritual fruit tastes much better.

He touched his belly, feeling a little unsatisfied.

Several cranes flew past Lu Ciyan on Xinglan Peak. Their bright and soft feathers showed that they were well cared for.

Therefore, they are not afraid of people at all. When they saw Lu Ciyan's new face, they stopped and looked at him curiously. Some of them were particularly bold and even came forward to invite him to interact with them.

After eating the spiritual fruit, Lu Ciyan was extremely energetic at this time, and there seemed to be an invisible force in his body ready to explode at any time.

He reached out and touched the little head in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a plan came to his mind.