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Chapter 63 Two Elders

 On the natural horn formed by Huowang Town, on a mountain range extending from west to east, sits the grandstand of the Zijin Sect.

Two people are walking on the neat stone steps to the stands.

Wan Cai, the young elder of the Bronze Sect, is introducing the talisman master Jia Rubai about today's trial and selection meeting.

Every year, the selection meeting is jointly organized by the Bronze, Purple Gold, and Changyin sects.

Talents are rare, and to be attractive, you need to hold a competition of sufficient weight.

A sufficient amount of spiritual objects, such as talismans or elixirs, should also be provided to reward participants.

Planning this grand event requires a large amount of financial and material resources, and not all sects have enough surplus to invest in it every year.

Although the sect can recruit satisfactory new disciples every year through repeated visits, the situation of making ends meet often occurs.

So sixty years ago, the leaders of the three factions decided to change the way they held the event.

Transition from jointly held every year to held by a single sect.

There are many benefits.

First, it is easier to manage and more convenient to calculate consumption.

Secondly, for the sects, the financial resources saved in three years are more practical than being consumed once a year. It is much better to have savings than to have no savings. After holding two rounds, the three sects calculated the investment of spiritual stones and disciples.

When the three factions jointly held the event, there was a decrease of nearly 20%.

While changing the hosting method, the rules for selecting disciples were also modified.

Originally, at the end of the trial selection meeting, the three factions would select disciples in sequence, starting with the first and ending with the fifteenth.

Make sure there are five people in each party.

Five is just a fixed number. If any of the three factions are willing to accept others, they will not forcibly stop them.

But in this way, there must be a first-come, first-served basis.

Why do you choose the first place in the competition, and I have to choose the second place?

Sixty years ago, for this selection round, the three sects often held a "small meeting" with the elders of each sect before the trial selection meeting.

After a fight, who is strong and who is weak will be determined.

But before the selection meeting even started, the elders of each faction were already suffering from bruises and swollen faces, their clothes were in tatters, and they couldn’t keep up their reputation.

Moreover, the three sects of swordsmanship have the same spirit and have been building in these three mountain ranges. They have been neighbors to each other for hundreds of years.

Fighting like this always hurts everyone's harmony.

So the heads of the three factions gave another order:

The sect holding the conference this year will give priority to selecting five of its disciples.

The remaining ten people will be selected in turn by the remaining two rows.

The sixth place pick is the sect that will not hold a conference next year.

This is the third benefit: maintaining the harmonious relationship between the three swordsmanship sects.

The sect that spent a lot of money got five of its favorite disciples.

The other two sects didn't suffer much either. How big is the gap between sixth place and fifteenth place?

The last rule is to limit the level at which sects can participate in the trial and selection conference.

Most of the contestants are in the early stages of Qi refining.

But in previous years, it was actually the middle and large elders in the sect who managed this matter.

Absolutely not allowed, decentralization of power, only allowing one young elder per sect, which is also meant for training.

Over the past sixty years, the rules have changed and the results have been immediate.

Immortal cultivators from surrounding villages and towns, and even distant cities, come here to admire it.

The three schools of swordsmanship are prosperous.

Jia Rubai nodded. As a common guest elder of the three sects, he naturally knows this.

However, Wan Cai made insinuations, implying that although Jia Rubai was also an elder, he had not been involved in the activities of the three sects all year round and had not participated in the planning of this conference. Many things were troublesome.

"What trouble?" Jia Rubai asked disapprovingly.

Wan Cai smiled bitterly and said that he would get to the stands soon, and he would understand naturally when he arrived.

The two came to the stands.

Each sect's stands are built by themselves and have different styles.

The stands of the Zijin School are made of wood and are made of thick wooden piles. They don’t seem to be very particular.

But to know the origin of these trees, most people would be shocked.

These wooden stakes are all made from phoenix wood.

According to legend, this kind of tree is deeply loved by the phoenix spirit beast. In rare sightings, people all claimed that the phoenix stepped on this kind of tree with sparse green leaves and thick trunk.

If you dig up this kind of tree and see its roots, you will find that its roots are somewhat similar to the runes on the wings of the Phoenix spirit beast.

So it is called Phoenix Wing Wood.

After all, the stands of each faction are equivalent to the first front of publicity, and of course they should be more impressive.

Jia Rubai recognized the phoenix tree and couldn't help but touch the brown stake.

The two stood at the door and heard an argument going on inside.

An unhurried voice said: "This kind of thing is simply impossible."

Another older voice retorted: "No matter what you say, this matter is settled. Even if Junior Brother Wan Cai comes, I won't change my words."

Wan Cai laughed loudly when he heard someone calling his name, pushed the door open and said:

"Let me see who is thinking of me and read my name behind my back."

For a while, I was in a trance, and I saw that the stands were bright and spotless.

There are only two people in the stands, one young and one old.

The man who spoke in a leisurely manner was serving tea and drinking, his face was serious, even his wrinkles were old-fashioned.

The other one, who is not young, has white hair at the roots and black tips, and an ugly face. He is waiting for the man to finish drinking tea and wants to continue talking. When he sees the two people coming in, he stands up and salutes, saying:

"Brother Wancai, are you okay?"

Wan Cai also saluted and said:

"Elder Fei speaks loudly and loudly. Not only is his health good, but his skills have also improved."

He turned around and introduced the two of them.

"This is the common guest elder of the three sects, Jia Rubai."

"And the person who calls me brother is the young elder of the Zijin Sect, Fei Jianyi."

Jia Rubai greets Fei Jianyi.

Fei Jianyi, the elder of the Zijin Sect, had long known that there was an elder from the three sects who was good at making and using talismans.

I also heard that this talisman master has gray hair. I thought he would be about the same age as me, but now I look like he is middle-aged and has gray hair.

He didn't dare to look down on him, so he bowed with respect.

Fei Jianyi's expression shocked Wan Cai. He thought that this elder Fei usually relied on his elders and had an eccentric personality. He never obeyed anyone, but his expression actually showed a hint of respect.

Cold sweat breaks out on my back, thinking how reckless I was last night.

He quickly saluted the elder who was drinking tea and introduced:

"This is the young elder of Changyin Sect, Cheng Gaolang."

Cheng Gaolang stood up, bowed and said:

"Elder Jia, the talisman master, has long admired his name. It's better to see him at first sight. He is really talented. He is so young and promising."

Jia Rubai chatted with the two for a while and asked them what they were arguing about.

Only then did I realize that one of this year’s contestants was worthy of attention.

This man's name is Hang Shoufu, and he is from the Hang family, a wealthy family in Jialiang Town, a few hills away.

The current head of the Hang family is named Hang Zhenbao, and Hang Shoufu is his third son.

Hang Shoufu is only sixteen years old and has mediocre skills. He is only a second-level disciple in the Qi Refining Stage.

But the spiritual roots in his body are actually rare true spiritual roots.

True spiritual roots refer to spiritual roots with two or three attributes.

People with this kind of spiritual root have a bright future, they have a lot of suitable swordsmanship and magic to choose from, and their cultivation speed is much faster than that of ordinary disciples.

What is even more special about Hang Shoufu is that the spiritual root attributes he possesses are actually very suitable for the metallic and earthy attributes of the Zijin Sect's techniques.

A talent like this, placed in other sects, might only be an inner disciple.

It can be put into the Purple Gold Sect for intensive training, and given sufficient elixirs and exercises, it is very likely that he will become another little elder-level figure.

How could Fei Jianyi's heart not be moved?

What a pity!
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