Chapter 84

The place where the sect recruits disciples is in the northeastern corner of Luoxian City.

The flow of people here is clearly less than in other areas. Forget about performances, even the noise is much less.

In comparison, there is a faintly serious atmosphere.

Upon reaching the destination, Li Nianfan was slightly taken aback, not expecting there to be quite a few people.

On the scene, apart from many cultivators with a refined demeanor, the rest were mostly children and their parents.

Their faces were filled with either delighted smiles or profound disappointment, with the latter being the majority.

What is called recruitment is actually a test of spiritual roots, and those without spiritual roots naturally form the majority.

"Master Li, you're here." Aunt Zhang saw Li Nianfan and hurriedly came over to greet him. It was clear that she had a worried look on her face.

Li Nianfan asked, "Aunt Zhang, what's wrong?"

"Ah, it's all because of Nuan Nuan." Aunt Zhang sighed deeply, troubled, "That girl only has a low-grade spiritual root, yet she insists on cultivating, and I can't persuade her at all!"

Li Nianfan's eyebrows slightly raised, "Where is she?"

"Over there."

Following the direction Aunt Zhang pointed, he saw a little girl standing in a queue with red-rimmed eyes, looking very stubborn.

Along with her were several other children, their faces twisted in confusion.

The leader of the group was an old woman, also with a sorrowful expression.

The status of the sects also varies. That position is in a relatively remote corner, clearly belonging to a low-ranking small sect.

Generally, those with superior talent will be taken by large sects, while small sects can only get those with inferior talent.

"Master Li, Nuan Nuan listens to you the most. You must help me persuade her."

Aunt Zhang said worriedly, "I've heard that a low-grade spiritual root has no future and is cannon fodder among cultivators. The sect she wants to join is also very remote. It would be better for her to live a peaceful life as a mortal."

" Aunt Zhang, let me try. If Nuan Nuan doesn't agree, I think you should let her try it out. It's better than regretting it in the future." Li Nianfan pondered for a moment and walked towards Nuan Nuan.

"Nuan Nuan."

"Brother Nianfan." Nuan Nuan's eyes turned even redder, "I only have a low-grade spiritual root."

"A low-grade spiritual root is still quite good. It's a talent that one in a hundred possesses," Li Nianfan said with a smile.

Nuan Nuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she asked hopefully, "So you're not here to persuade me to give up?"

"Of course not. I'm here to give you a gift," Li Nianfan said, patting Nuan Nuan's head.

He knew that Nuan Nuan was determined to cultivate and wouldn't be persuaded otherwise.

The old woman turned around and, upon seeing Luo Huang, was startled and hurriedly walked over, bowing respectfully, "This junior greets Princess Luo Huang."

Luo Huang nodded in response.

The old woman looked at Li Nianfan in disbelief, wondering what virtue this mortal had to have Luo Huang accompany him.

She then looked at Nuan Nuan and was startled again. Could it be that this disciple she was about to take in was extraordinary?

As for Luo Huang, he was trying to appear calm on the surface, but his heart was bleeding. He wished he could slap himself.

I'm so stupid! I'm a pig!

He almost cursed himself to death.

Knowing that Nuan Nuan and Master Li had a close relationship, he didn't realize the importance of taking her as a disciple early on, missing a great opportunity!

Wasn't Master Li's hint obvious enough? Why didn't I think of it?

The more he thought, the angrier he became, almost crying from his own stupidity.

Now, he wanted to take Nuan Nuan as a disciple but was afraid of offending Li Nianfan, his brows almost knitted together.

"Gift?"

Nuan Nuan looked at Li Nianfan excitedly, "What gift?"

"Wait." Li Nianfan smiled, and he had been prepared. He slowly took out the Four Treasures of the Study from the system space.

He scanned the area and walked to a nearby stone table, slowly spreading out the paper.

Luo Huang's heart raced, his whole body covered in goosebumps, extremely nervous and expectant.

Could Master Li be...

If so, he couldn't even imagine how great an opportunity this would be!

Under Luo Huang's wide-eyed gaze, Li Nianfan let Daji grind the ink while he closed his eyes, preparing himself.

Since you want to cultivate, I'll write some blessings for you.

Isn't cultivation all about becoming an immortal and living forever?

I hope Nuan Nuan can truly achieve immortality.

Li Nianfan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a divine aura.

He picked up the brush.

Instantly, a vague and ethereal atmosphere erupted like a flood!

From the outside, it seemed as if he had merged with the world, transcendent and free.

The people from the sects, who had not paid attention to this corner earlier, now felt their hearts skip a beat. They felt their spiritual energy stagnate, and an invisible pressure made it hard to breathe.

They all looked at Li Nianfan, their eyes filled with extreme fear.

Is he really a mortal?

"The flow of Dao, it's the flow of Dao!"

A gaunt old man hidden in the shadows suddenly widened his eyes, almost screaming.

No wonder Luo Huang willingly followed that mortal. It turns out he's not a mortal but a hermit sage!

His eyes were fixed on the paper, his mind racing.

He's here!

He's here!

Luo Huang's eyes were wide open, holding his breath, afraid to move, lest he disturb Li Nianfan.

Li Nianfan's brush moved like a dragon, completing the writing in one fluid motion.

"Heavenly Jade Capital, twelve towers and five cities.

The immortal pats my head, and I receive immortality from the moment of my birth."

As the four short lines were just written, a gust of wind blew, fluttering everyone's clothes. The wind seemed strong but was incredibly gentle, giving a comfortable feeling.

The mortals thought it was just a breeze, but all the cultivators present felt a surging flow of Dao, which formed a wave, almost flooding the area.

And such a dense flow of Dao was just a thread from this piece of calligraphy!

All the cultivators present were shaken to their core, not daring to breathe.

Where did such a powerful figure come from?

We dare not ask, we dare not speak, trembling in fear.

Luo Huang, being the closest, saw the twenty characters and his mind buzzed. It was as if he saw through layers of mist, glimpsing the abode of immortals high in the sky, with majestic pavilions and immortal music, drawing him in, unable to break free.

Li Nianfan rolled up the paper and said with a smile, "Nuan Nuan, I give this to you."

"Thank you, Brother Nianfan." Nuan Nuan happily accepted it. She couldn't yet appreciate the deeper meaning but felt that the characters Brother Nianfan wrote were very beautiful, as if they would fly off the paper.

This piece of calligraphy... just given away? And to a mortal?

All the cultivators were stunned, their minds unable to process what was happening.

The old woman was even more blank, her ability to think lost, standing there like a puppet.

A treasure!

This is an unparalleled treasure!

Given to a newly recruited disciple?

She was completely stunned by this incredible stroke of luck, feeling like she was in a dream.

"Good, just remember to cultivate well," Li Nianfan said.

Nuan Nuan nodded vigorously, promising, "Yes, I will!"

"Alright, it's getting late. I should go back," Li Nianfan said.

Nuan Nuan suddenly said, "Brother Nianfan, wait. In the future, I'll bring you the best things from all over the world!"

"Ha ha ha, good, I'll wait for you!"