Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

At dawn, the first rays of morning sunlight shone down, and the outline of the Qingcheng Sect gradually became clear.

After washing and having breakfast, all the monks walked towards the main hall. They had passed the initial screening yesterday, and their age and cultivation level were considered qualified. Now they had to test their physiques and pick out some monks who took drugs to maintain their cultivation level.

There are also some hidden evil spirits.

Yu Zhao followed the crowd, walked through the cobblestone path, and passed through the disciples practicing sword in an orderly manner. Finally, he entered the golden gate. In the center of the hall was a huge pillar of light, surrounded by granular crystals. It was very shocking to see from a distance.

"After testing the physique, the elders will choose the disciple." The white-bearded sect leader standing at the highest point on the hall was beaming with joy. Looking at the densely packed cultivators below, he felt full of energy.

These are the cornerstones of the sect’s future!

Elder Cui's reputation is still effective. I will have to go back later to burn incense to my ancestors. I actually attracted a powerful elder.

He smiled brightly while taking in the sounds coming from his ears.

The sect leader's eyes widened involuntarily, and he repeated what he had just heard, his mouth wide open enough to swallow an egg. "Let... the disciple choose a master first?"

Go against Tiangang.

This is the first time I see a disciple choosing a master.

After all, it was Cui Yu who proposed the idea. Although I don’t understand it, I respect it.

But then, the young man behind the screen added two more words.

"Blind audition."

The sect leader stiffened, swallowed, and strode towards the screen, "Elder Cui, this... is not appropriate."

People are all here for Cui Yu's reputation, won't your door be trampled on? If everyone chooses one person, you will have more direct disciples than an entire sect, right?

With this in mind, he still gave some advice in a rather tactful way.

"Let's just keep it the same as usual."

Not hearing any answer for a long time, he looked towards Cui Yu, only to see that the handsome young man was as cold as snow, with a piece of white gauze binding his eyes and his clothes fluttering like an immortal. He was really out of tune with ordinary cultivators like them.

The young man seemed to be looking at someone through the screen. There were many disciples in the hall, and for a moment the sect leader didn't know who he was looking at.

Cui Yu stood alone, his eyes flickering slightly. When she noticed his gaze, he silently withdrew his gaze and glanced at the slightly anxious sect leader beside him, his tone urging no room for argument.

"Just a blind audition."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he believed in the fate between him and his disciple.

The hall was bustling with people. When everyone lined up to test their talents, they all fell silent and held their breath. Many cultivators had already used various methods to test their physique and talents, so now it was just a formality.

In fact, they are more interested in other competitors than themselves.

The most common spiritual roots in the world of cultivating immortals are the five elements, namely gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Of course, the rarest ones are the thunder spiritual roots, which are the nemesis of demons and evil spirits, and the mutated water spiritual roots - the ice spiritual roots.

The rarer spiritual roots were even rarer, and Yu Zhao didn't know much about them. She touched her chin, looking at the gradually decreasing number of cultivators in front of her, and heard the sound of elimination over and over again in her ears.

"Gold, Wood, and Water are three spiritual roots. Sorry, I don't meet the requirements."

"Water and fire dual spiritual roots, sorry..."

Just as the monk was trembling with fear and ready to leave, the elder who was conducting the test added.

"qualified."

A monk whose heart had just been on a roller coaster, experiencing ups and downs: "..."

A very naughty old thing.

To sum up, the Qingcheng Sect only accepts disciples with dual spiritual roots. The fewer spiritual roots one has, the easier it is to balance the spiritual attributes in the body. If one has too many spiritual roots and they are too mixed, the path of cultivation will be too bumpy.

In ancient times, spiritual power was abundant, and the more spiritual roots one had, the more popular one was, and it was easier for one to improve his cultivation.

The elimination rate was quite high. Yu Zhao turned his head and glanced at the monks next to him. There were only twenty people left, but more than half of the tests had been completed, and many young monks walked out in shame.

In the past, most disciples could join the Qingcheng Sect, but now there are more fish and more capital, so they have to be selective.

I'm afraid that in the end, there will be no more than a hundred people left. If you add the people that the elders will select personally later, there should be only a dozen or so who will become his personal disciples.

Everyone else was busy watching others get their physiques tested, while Yu Zhao was looking at the screen. There was nothing there, but she felt like someone was watching her...

Not watching it all the time, but watching it from time to time.

Whenever she raised her head and looked back, that inexplicable gaze would disappear without a trace, and after a while, it would stare at her again, as if teasing her.

It's very strange.

After a moment, Yu Zhao withdrew her gaze. In front of her was Leng Quanyi. She placed her hand on the beam of light. The scorching white light hit people's eyes head-on, her hair was flying, and the impact of the spiritual pressure was so great that it almost knocked the elder next to her away.

The elder's eyes lit up, and he wished he could take the man under his wing and worship him as a patriarch. He almost gasped for breath, "It turns out to be... a Heavenly Spiritual Root!"

"This kind of spiritual root is also called a non-attribute spiritual root. It can be used for sword cultivation, alchemy cultivation, talisman cultivation, and so on. If you are halfway through cultivation and want to change paths, it can also achieve twice the result with half the effort. It is simply a spiritual root that can do everything."

A cultivator in the crowd exclaimed in amazement, "This kind of spiritual root is extremely rare. It may not appear in hundreds of years. I didn't expect to see it today."

Leng Quanyi didn't quite understand, she just nodded obediently to everyone. In the eyes of others, she was a fairy with a noble and elegant demeanor, not pretentious at all.

The Qingcheng Sect disciples who were standing on the beams and peeping at the thought of having such a beautiful and talented junior sister couldn't help but laugh out loud. They must have been so excited that they couldn't sleep all night.

Soon it was Yu Zhao's turn. She placed her hand on the beam of light in the same way. As the light gradually became brighter, she couldn't help but feel excited. What kind of spiritual root could it be?