The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

Fu Yongzhou and Zhang Tian both thought that Cao Chuan was the same as them, rushing to King Lu's city to participate in the God Sect's disciple ceremony.    

    

After all, Cao Chuan was still young, and there was still a trace of tenderness on his face.    

    

However, they didn't know that this was one of the masters of the disciple ceremony.    

    

This could be considered Cao Chuan's white robe, and he had paid them a private visit.    

    

He was now an ordinary woodcutter who was chopping wood for a living in the mountains.    

    

"Big brother, so you're chopping wood in the mountains." Zhang Tian sized up Cao Chuan from head to toe.    

    

He asked curiously, "I heard from the old man that there are powerful beasts in the mountain. They even have the power to ride the clouds and ride the fog."    

    

"Is this true?"    

    

Cao Chuan did not even need to ask. From the aura of the sea from the two of them, he knew that they came from the sea.    

    

Cao Chuan did not know much about the mountain they were talking about.    

    

He made it up according to the situation in God Mountain.    

    

In any case, the two of them had never seen the situation in the mountain, so they didn't know if it was true or not.    

    

"There are not only ferocious beasts in this mountain, there are also Demonic Beast that can control all kinds of demonic techniques, and there are even all kinds of bizarre-shaped demons and devils. They are all extremely ferocious, and they choose to devour people."    

    

When the two of them heard this, their expressions changed.    

    

Even though Fu Yongzhou was a young man with vigorous blood and vigor, when he heard this, he felt a chill run down his spine.    

    

Zhang Tian, who was standing at the side, was still trembling as he said, "I heard from my grandma that there are some water ghosts in the sea who specialize in catching those scapegoats, and then get better by themselves."    

    

"Don't say anymore. That's just the nonsense of an old man." Fu Yongzhou's face was calm, but the fine hairs on the back of his hand stood up.    

    

Most of the people living by the water were afraid of these things.    

    

Furthermore, when Fu Yongzhou was young, he fell into the salt field and drank a stomach full of salt water. If it wasn't for the pedestrians from the same village passing by, he would have drowned.    

    

Therefore, when Zhang Tian said this, he was even more afraid.    

    

Cao Chuan found it funny in his heart. He had never thought that such a tall and strong guy would be afraid of such things.    

    

But thinking about it, it made sense. This was a world where spiritual energy existed.    

    

If one did not have any powerful abilities, being careful was the most important method to live in this world.    

    

Otherwise, he would have immediately burped.    

    

"I see that all of you have traces of martial arts training..." Cao Chuan seemed to have accidentally patted Fu Yongzhou's shoulder.    

    

"Their bodies are very strong. Even if there is a ghost, the three of us can knock them down with one punch."    

    

Cao Chuan lightly patted them. Spiritual energy seeped into them and they already knew Fu Yongzhou's potential.    

    

Grade ten talent!    

    

High grade!    

    

Furthermore, it was a [Ming Tong Thick Earth Spirit Body].    

    

This was a good physique. When cultivating an earth-type cultivation technique, his improvement was extremely fast. Furthermore, he could borrow the power of the earth for his own use. The offensive and defensive aspects of spirit energy were very good.    

    

No wonder this kid almost drowned. He was unable to borrow the power of the earth in the water...    

    

However, he is still an ordinary mortal, he only knows a bit of superficial kung fu.    

    

The special characteristics of the spirit body couldn't be revealed in terms of cultivation methods.    

    

In this case, Cao Chuan very casually made his way to the Spirit Realm and met a talented seedling.    

    

"Let's go. The sky is getting dark. Let's hurry to the capital." Fu Yongzhou urged.    

    

However, Mount Wang was a dead horse.    

    

They had clearly seen the outline of the capital in the distance, but when they were really on their way, they would realize that the distance was still very far.    

    

Moreover, the two of them were riding inferior donkey, and Cao Chuan was still walking on his legs.    

    

Halfway through the three of them, the sky had already turned completely dark.    

    

There were bright lights in front of them, and lively noises could be heard.    

    

"Could it be that the lone graves of the foxes and weasels in the drama attracted the pedestrians on our way?" Zhang Tian said these words at an inappropriate time.    

    

When Fu Yongzhou heard this, his movements slowed down and he carefully observed for a while.    

    

This was a large village. The houses were tall and there were many lights. Even at night, it was very lively.    

    

Rather than calling it a village, it would be more accurate to call it a small town.    

    

A tall road sign was hung at the entrance of the village. On it was written: "Welcome all young geniuses to the God Sect's disciple ceremony. Ling Shui Royal Manor congratulates all of you for your victory."    

    

At this time, there was a burst of hurried footsteps coming from behind. A group of martial artists dressed in neat clothes were speeding past them like galloping horses.    

    

"Hahaha, so it's a Royal Manor!"    

    

This group of people shouted and shouted as they entered the imperial manor.    

    

Fu Yongzhou saw Wang Delin's luxurious carriage under the tree outside the village.    

    

"It seems like this should be the Lu family's manor."    

    

Fu Yongzhou turned around and said to everyone, "Let's go. We will spend the night here. After cleaning ourselves up tomorrow, it won't be too late to go to the disciple ceremony."    

    

However, he was stopped the moment he entered the vicinity of the imperial manor.    

    

"Where did this beggar come from? Go away and ask for food elsewhere." This steward carried a big belly and drove them away.    

    

"We are here to stay in the shop. We have money!" Fu Yongzhou took out a bunch of copper coins in order to convince them.    

    

The manager lowered his head and looked at the bunch of copper coins covered in rust. The look of disgust on his face became even stronger.    

    

He flicked his sleeve and a strong wind blew these copper coins away.    

    

A black stone fell out from Fu Yongzhou's arms.    

    

This stone fell on the ground and gave off a sparkling light, dispersing the surrounding darkness.    

    

A special kind of aura came from above.    

    

"What magic artifact is it?" The steward's face revealed a look of joy.    

    

Cao Chuan's eyes were extremely sharp. He could clearly see the tadpole-shaped characters on the rock. They were emitting a very powerful aura.    

    

It was ancient and profound, eternal and inextinguishable.    

    

Cao Chuan picked it up. As soon as the stone monument touched his palm, the light emitted from it became even more intense, and numerous characters emerged.    

    

...    

    

At the same time, in the God Sect.    

    

Jiang Ling stood on the back of the mountain, looking at a tower that reached into the clouds in the distance, slowly forming.    

    

This pagoda had a total of thirty-three levels, and each level was an independent space. It was built by Mooh Chen and the others to test the candidates.    

    

The higher the level, the higher the aptitude and disposition. The higher the chance of recruiting disciples of the God Sect.    

    

Mooh Chen, Lau Churan, and the others were still perfecting the rules of this pagoda.    

    

It seemed that the construction would be completed very soon.    

    

Suddenly, Jiang Ling frowned.    

    

He noticed a strange fluctuation coming from the back of the mountain.    

    

Jiang Ling appeared at this place in a flash.    

    

This place was the Ancestral Master Palace at the back of the mountain of God Sect.    

    

Inside was the portrait of all the ancestors of God Sect.    

    

The tomb of the old man, Lee Qingfeng, was also here.    

    

At this moment, the tombstone was emitting a silvery white light, and tadpole-like symbols were gathering in the air.    

    

Jiang Ling widened his eyes and used his Divine Sense to carefully examine these symbols.    

    

However, these symbols seemed to be encrypted, and he couldn't understand what they meant at all.    

    

Jiang Ling walked in front of the symbols and tried to get rid of the evil on his face. The puzzled expression on his face became even more intense.    

    

"This is strange. These symbols only have a reaction to the God Sect's basic cultivation technique, Taibai Scripture."    

    

"As for the other types of spiritual energy, even if I use the power of the Heavenly Dao Laws, there won't be any reaction."    

    

Jiang Ling scratched his head. "Only the disciples of the God Sect know how to use the Taibai Scripture."    

    

"Could it be that this old man left me some information?"    

    

"But how can I understand it like this? This is really driving me crazy."