Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 308 In Yuanmiao Sect

"If this continues, we really won't have enough money..." Han Yi untied his waist pouch and took stock of his possessions.

A few pieces of silver, plus a handful of five or six gold notes.

Even if each gold note is worth a hundred taels, when added together, it's only worth a few thousand taels of silver.

This inn, located at the foot of Yuanmiao Sect Mountain, was expensive for lodging and food. In addition, he needed to buy medicinal herbs daily to treat his injuries, and he also needed to consume demon beast meat to maintain his vital energy.

Just maintaining basic daily expenses would require several hundred taels of silver. So, several thousand taels of silver may seem like a lot, but without income, it would be depleted quickly and would only last for less than ten days. "And this thing, I heard from Old Wang, seems to be quite valuable."

He rummaged in his waist pouch and soon pulled out another dark, fleshy piece of meat.

He obtained that item from Li Chengfeng when he was in An'yan City, at the Crimson Flame Sect's meat field.

According to Elder Wang, this black chunk of flesh is called a "monster," and its purpose is to create flesh fields to grow the flesh of demonic beasts used for cultivation.

The method of use is also very simple: catch a suitable monster, let it get its blood on it, and attach it to the monster's wound to create a meat field.

However, the one in Han Yi's hand was of low quality and was already in a withered state, almost completely drained. At most, it could only produce some monster meat for martial artists to cultivate, which was of no use to them as martial artists.

Of course, even if Elder Wang said so, this mutant species is still a rare item worth a fortune. After all, many small forces don't even have any martial artists, and this kind of mutant flesh field, which can supply ordinary martial artists, is more than enough.

"If all else fails..." Han Yi gritted his teeth. If there was really no other way, he would sell the alien species. A useless treasure was better exchanged for something valuable.

He also didn't have the time or energy to manage the meat farm.

He also thought about joining the Yuanmiao Sect as soon as possible, so that one day he could return to Anyan City to see the world...

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of his promise to Qianxue. Qianxue and Bai Sanren had even sent him letters, saying they would return to Anyan City soon…

But now...

Han Yi sighed. Fate is cruel...

With An'yan City gone, he was lost in the vast sea of ​​people, not knowing what to do.

Knock, knock, knock. Just as I was thinking this with worry, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Han Yi hurriedly pushed open the door to look.

The innkeeper's waiter stood at the door with a fawning expression, saying obsequiously, "Sir, a letter has arrived from the mountain, instructing me to deliver the message to you."

Qingjiang Mountain, Qingjiang Town, is a town at the foot of Yuanmiao Sect Mountain. To put it bluntly, most of the things inside are actually Yuanmiao Sect's own property, including this inn.

If this waiter were to actually take turns, he would be considered an outer servant disciple of the Yuanmiao Sect. Therefore, he knew how important such a token that could directly connect him to the inner sect was.

The man before me might just become a big shot in the inner sect someday!

Therefore, his attitude became increasingly ingratiating.

"Huh?!" Han Yi was overjoyed, his gloomy mood vanished. Speak of the devil, and he appears.

He took a dark green wooden plaque with the character "元" (yuan) engraved on it from the waiter, inquired about the time and place, and in a good mood, immediately took out some loose silver to tip the waiter.

Afterwards, he carefully tidied himself up, packed his things, and headed straight for the gate of the Yuanmiao Sect.

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It was now the height of summer, and at midday, the sun was blazing. Yet, a large crowd had already gathered at the foot of the mountain, waiting for Yuanmiaozong's entrance test that afternoon.

As the undisputed behemoth sect in Yunzhou.

Every day, a large number of people from all walks of life come to the Yuanmiao Sect's mountain gate to try and see if they can pass the test.

As long as you can pass the test, you can join the Yuanmiao Sect and become a member.

Although passing this test only grants entry as an outer disciple, the Yuanmiao Sect is exceptionally fair. Once inside, connections and background are disregarded; only personal development matters. Even outer disciples have opportunities to continuously rise in status, ensuring fairness and impartiality.

Within the Yuanmiao Sect, there are quite a few individuals like this who started as rogue martial artists and gradually rose from ordinary people to become important figures in the sect's upper echelons.

Therefore, for many independent martial artists who are constantly searching for resources to cultivate and who are struggling to make ends meet, it is undoubtedly a huge temptation.

At the Yuanmiao Sect registration point at the foot of the mountain, a long queue stretched like a dragon, winding around several times.

The group included people of all ages, from those in their fifties and sixties to those as young as eleven or twelve, with their parents and family members accompanying them.

Yuanmiaozong is located on Qingjiang Mountain, a steep mountain with only one narrow path leading up the mountain – Tianmen.

At midday, the sun was like a giant oven, its rays scorching.

Beside the procession, an elderly Taoist priest, about fifty years old and dressed in a Taoist robe with his hair tied up, led several young men and women up a small path beside the procession.

This group was completely different from the people queuing up, and their demeanor was also out of place.

The six young men and women behind the old Taoist priest were all focused and composed. They moved with ease and tranquility, and a faint breeze could be heard. It was clear that they were all accomplished martial artists.

Han Yi was among them, walking in the middle.

The other five, like him, were recommended by other related forces of the Yuanmiao Sect, all carrying tokens.

Even without checking the system, he could tell that these people, like him, were all skilled martial artists who had mastered the art of opening meridians and cultivating internal energy.

In this close contact, one can feel the powerful energy and blood emanating from each other without any concealment.

The only difference is that these people's auras are somewhat loose, and their physical energy is not as stable as Han Yi's, which means they have only recently broken through.

“With recommendation letters, you’ll definitely be able to get started. The entrance test is waived, but…” the old Taoist priest Miaochang said slowly as he led the way.

"You will first go to the outer court area, and then you will be assigned a teacher based on the letter of recommendation. If an inner court teacher takes a liking to you, then everything will go smoothly, and you will be fortunate enough to skip the outer court and enter the inner court directly, becoming my junior brothers."

"If you don't like it, then you have to go back to where you came from. Do you understand?" Miao Chang explained the rules to everyone in detail.

"understand!"

Everyone's expression turned serious.

Master Miaochang moved swiftly, following the narrow path, not waiting for the others, and rushed up the steps on his own.

The mountain path is narrow, and perhaps the steps were deliberately built to be steep, allowing only two people to walk side by side.

There were still many checkpoints and sentries guarding the area.

Fortunately, Han Yi and his companions were not ordinary people either. The weakest among them was a martial arts master who had entered the inner strength stage. Even without special training in leg techniques, climbing such mountain paths was a piece of cake for them.

At that moment, the group mustered their courage and worked hard to keep up.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, we passed through the narrow path and came to a spacious open area.

A tall archway comes into view, next to which stands a huge rock that rises into the sky, with the three vermilion characters 'Xuanmiao Sect' carved on it.

The calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, with fingerprint patterns hidden within the characters. It's unknown which master left the sect's name here.

Han Yi only glanced at it, but he felt a sharp, piercing sensation.

Behind the archway, pavilions and courtyards stand in rows, resembling a city at first glance, with gray-walled and red-tiled buildings arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner.

"Alright, that's enough for now. I have other matters to attend to. Take good care of your tokens and don't lose them. Different tokens represent different recommenders and correspond to the head of the academy assigned to a specific area." Master Miaochang led the group to a sizable courtyard and casually explained a few words.

"Thanks for the advice, senior brother!"

A burly man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, broad shoulders, and a full beard bowed and expressed his gratitude.

Han Yi and the others followed suit, clasping their hands in a gesture of respect.

"It's nothing, it's just what this old Taoist should do. After you go in, hand over your tokens, and the head of the academy will examine each of you based on your situation. Don't be nervous, you all have recommenders, just do your best." Old Taoist Miaochang waved his hand dismissively, indicating that everyone didn't need to be polite.

Even though he was also a rogue martial artist, and somewhat inclined to become a rogue martial artist by passing tests step by step, he still had to admit one thing.

These people holding recommendation letters are more likely to become his fellow disciples than the long line outside.

Therefore, his attitude softened considerably.

After speaking, the old Taoist priest Miaochang turned and left, disappearing around the corner of the alley in just a few steps.

The remaining six people, guided by a young Taoist priest at the entrance, entered the courtyard one by one.

The young Taoist priest didn't say anything, but led the group through twists and turns until they reached the spacious backyard.

At this moment, a long mahogany table was set up in the open space. An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard, a youthful face, and an upright posture sat cross-legged on a futon.

The old Taoist priest was dressed in a light blue Taoist robe, and his temperament was otherworldly and refined. At first glance, he did not seem like an ordinary person.

"Brother Miaoqian, there are six recommended candidates this time." The young Taoist stepped forward and bowed softly.

"Bring them up and go through the process." Daoist Miaoqian spoke calmly without even raising his eyelids. The young Daoist didn't say much either, but turned around and gathered everyone together. He took out a registration book from his robes, collected the tokens from each person, and asked each person individually for their name, background, cultivation level, recommender, and other information to verify their identity.

Information about Han Yi and others, including their names, appearances, strength, cultivation level, and martial arts techniques, had been recorded in detail in the previous recommendation letters.

In addition, recommendation letters will contain secret markings known only to the recommender and the recommended person, and will be verified through a series of tedious steps.

Only after numerous clues are combined and confirmed, and both verifications are deemed correct, can the application be considered approved.

Such a complex process is naturally designed to prevent people from cheating or passing off inferior goods as qualified ones.

Soon, their identities were confirmed, and there were no problems.

After the young Taoist priest verified the items, he registered them one by one and then handed the tokens to another Taoist priest who had been waiting for a long time. The other Taoist priest then hurriedly left according to the corresponding area of ​​the token and presented each token to the heads of the various academies in the inner courtyard.

After completing all these steps, the young Taoist priest came to Miaoqian Taoist priest again and whispered a few words to him.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest Miaoqian slowly opened his eyes and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, now that we have identified him, I believe you all know what's next, so I won't go into detail. Who wants to go first?"

As a martial arts master with a letter of recommendation, I am different from the ordinary martial artists queuing up outside. Being able to open the meridians and enter the realm of internal strength already represents a lot.

Therefore, many unnecessary tests are completely unnecessary.

The next key point is that everyone needs to practice their most familiar martial art, whether it's fist, footwork, or light footwork. The important thing is that they need to fully circulate their qi and blood, without concealing it. This is also to check everyone's qi and blood and strength. This was also what Elder Wang was most worried about. If everyone circulates their qi and blood at full strength, the unevenness of Han Yi's qi and blood and the inconsistency of his strength will be noticed.

But once you get past this hurdle, the rest is just smooth sailing and going through the motions.

On Han Yi's side, the bearded man who had been walking at the front of the group was the first to step forward.

With his bold and unrestrained demeanor, he took the lead in bowing and preparing to be the first to appear, making a stunning debut and leaving a deep impression.

He channeled his inner energy, and with each punch and kick, a powerful gust of wind reverberated. With the added force, there was even a hint of the bloody smell of a battlefield battle permeating the air. This seemed to be a set of killing moves specifically designed for killing enemies on the battlefield, with each move aimed at the enemy's vital points.

Miaoqian, the old Taoist priest, sat upright on the futon, squinting as he examined the bearded man with bushy cheeks.

"Alright, come here for a moment." But before he could finish demonstrating half of the boxing routine, Master Miaoqian suddenly spoke, beckoning him over. The bearded man didn't dare to delay and quickly stepped forward, respectfully approaching Master Miaoqian.

Miaoqian Daoist slowly closed his eyes, then suddenly flicked his palm. An invisible force followed the palm wind and immediately entered the bearded man's body, seemingly some kind of detection method.

Soon, the old Taoist priest Miaoqian opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips: "Recommended by the government troops?"

"Yes, I felt that ordinary boxing matches couldn't hone my skills, so I joined the Yunzhou Prefecture Army. After some hard work, I gained the appreciation of General Wang and was temporarily appointed as a captain. It was also thanks to General Wang's recommendation that I have the honor of standing here." The bearded man quickly replied, carefully recounting the details of his background.

"Hmm, not bad. According to the information, your family is based in this city and has some wealth?"

The bearded man replied, "Yes, my family has some assets. My father runs a small business on the Qingjiang River, supporting the livelihoods of thousands of people. Every month, he provides me with a considerable amount of money." "Good, not bad. If you have time, please give my regards to General Wang," said the old Taoist priest with a smile, pulling out a wooden plaque from his robes and tossing it to the bearded man.

This type of person—rich, with plenty of free time, and a martial arts master honed through military training—is their favorite.

He's wealthy yet not spoiled, hardworking in martial arts training, and relatively young. This shows that he's a top-tier individual in terms of character, aptitude, and resources. Anyone would like someone like that.

The yellow sign clearly displayed the words "Above-average bone structure".

The burly man with the thick beard remained calm, put away the red card, bowed, and withdrew.

"Next," said the old Taoist priest Miaochang.