After being reincarnated, I cultivated immortality.

Looking at the long queue in front of her, Chi Yi fell silent. She hadn't expected that just entering the city gate would result in such an endless queue.

Most of the people there were adults with children, and it seemed they were all trying to see if they had any special affinity with the immortals. Judging from the situation, it would be a long time before it was their turn.

We finally got in after queuing from morning till afternoon. The family found a small inn with one room left and settled in. We paid quickly, otherwise the room would have been taken by someone else.

“Xiao Yi, the immortal will arrive in three days. Let’s rest at the inn for the next few days. There are too many people in the capital right now, and we’re afraid something might happen. Your mother and I will go and find out some information.”

Chi Wensheng helped Li Xiue make the bed while giving her instructions.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll behave myself these next few days."

Chi Yi replied listlessly, slumped on the table.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The weather was fine that day, and the main square in the center of the capital was packed with people. Except for the high platform at the top and the area blocked by soldiers, the area below the steps was crowded with people. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a sea of ​​people.

Suddenly someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Look! An immortal is flying in!"

The noisy square suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked up.

Then they saw ten people dressed in blue, either standing on something or on flying animals, passing over their heads.

Ten people landed on the platform; there were men and women, and each of them was a handsome man and a beautiful woman with exceptional temperament.

The middle-aged man in the dark blue clothes stepped forward and said, "The fifty-year period has arrived. The Mountain and Sea Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony will begin. Those aged six to fifteen should line up to have their spiritual roots tested."

The middle-aged man's voice, imbued with spiritual power, resounded throughout the entire square, and everyone heard it clearly.

People of the appropriate age all looked at the person on the platform with hopeful eyes.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, seven people dressed in blue behind him descended from the platform and headed towards the empty space left by the soldiers at the bottom of the steps.

The six people split into pairs, and with a wave of their hands, each of them produced an object and a set of tables and chairs, with paper and pens on the tables and chairs.

The three of them sat down with transparent crystal glass balls in their hands, placed the glass balls on the table, picked up their pens, and prepared to take notes.

The other three were carrying a large bag; it was unclear what was inside.

The person who remained behind waved, and four signs appeared with words written on them: single spiritual root, double spiritual root, triple spiritual root, and four or five spiritual roots.

He lined up the signs on the ground, then walked to the front and, empowered by spiritual energy, spoke loudly.

"Begin testing your spiritual roots!"

It has to be said that their move really dazzled everyone around them.

As soon as he finished speaking, the officers and soldiers let them pass, and instantly three long lines formed.

Chi Yi stood in the middle of the line, moving slowly forward with the group.

Two hours later, it was finally almost her turn. There were only a few people ahead of her, and she could see the specific procedures clearly.

The person testing her spiritual roots was a female immortal, gentle and kind, with a very pleasant voice.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Wang Er," the person in front replied.

"Place your hand on the spirit-testing bead."

The man named Wang Er obediently placed his hand on it.

The crystal ball suddenly emitted a five-colored light, including gold, green, blue, red, and brown.

The female immortal glanced at it, picked up her brush, and wrote as she said, "Wang Er, the five spiritual roots of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth."

After the woman finished speaking, the man next to her handed her a plaque of the same color as his spiritual root and pointed to a plaque behind him.

"Go there and wait."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Immortal."

Wang Er, beaming with joy, respectfully accepted the plaque and happily went to stand behind the plaque that read "four or five spiritual roots".

When he arrived, there were already dozens of people standing in that area, but the number of people behind each sign varied, and some had none at all.

"What's the next one called?"