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After the old man came out, he waved his long sleeves and said, "Children, 15 years ago, celestial destiny descended. Now it is time to harvest. The exam begins!"

After the elder finished speaking, he waved his long sleeve and turned around to enter the Orthodoxy's altar. At the same time, he left behind a sentence. "All children who meet the requirements enter. Your excellency, wait outside."

A fifteen-year-old youth could even be said to be an adult. However, in the world of Immortals, they could only be considered children, because Immortals could at least live to the age of two hundred.

Although there were a lot of people on the plaza, normally, the adults would bring their children with them. There were even quite a few people who came to watch, and only about a thousand of them were qualified to participate in the exam.

The children entered the gate one by one. When the last child entered, the followers on both sides closed the gate. Just as it was about to close, a young man's voice suddenly sounded, "Wait, there's still me."

The two followers were stunned. They looked through the crack in the door and saw a young man running toward them. They impatiently said, "Hurry up."

This young man was Han Yan who had followed him all the way here.

Han Yan running over at the last moment caused everyone in the plaza to be slightly stunned, and they all stepped aside to make way for him.

Han Tianlong was in the middle of chatting with the City Lord, and upon seeing Han Yan, he could not help but be startled, and shout out: "Kid, why did you come here?"

Ling Tian Xiang asked, "You know him?"

"No, I don't." Han Tianlong hurriedly said, "Earlier, when I saw him begging on the streets, it was quite pitiful, so I gave him some things. I didn't expect him to be so bold as to want to become an immortal."

Hearing this, Ling Tian Xiang's gaze swept across the crowd. Seeing that no family members had indeed come, he sighed and said, "How rare, how rare!"

As he said that, he shouted towards Han Yan who was running towards the door: "Little fellow, I have my eyes on you."

As Han Yan ran forward, he turned his head back and revealed a sincere smile to Ling Tianxiang.

Ever since he had left the village, this was the first time he had met someone who sincerely encouraged him.

After Han Yan entered the branch of the Orthodoxy, other than the red-clothed old man who had his eyes closed, everyone's gazes were on him.

Han Fei was even more shocked, and asked involuntarily: "How is it him?"

The City Lord's daughter, Ling Shuang'er, stood beside him. Her big eyes blinked as she asked curiously, "You know him?"

At this moment, everyone's gaze fell on Han Fei. No one would believe it even if Han Fei said he didn't know, so he only said: "I can't say I do know him. I've seen him donate things before when he was begging on the street."

Having a father meant having a son. His words were almost exactly the same as Han Tianlong's.

Although their voices were not loud, the Orthodox Academy was abnormally quiet. All the children could hear them clearly.

At this time, many children began to discuss in low voices.

"Do beggars also have Immortal karma?"

"That's right!" However, it's too funny for the beggar to become an Immortal. "

"What status does an Immortal have? Is he even qualified to be a beggar?"

The expressions of the two white clothed disciples also slightly changed. They then looked towards the old man, and seeing that he was resting with his eyes closed, they hurriedly waved towards the disciples in front of the gate. The disciple understood and shouted sternly at Han Yan: "You, get out!"

Seeing the two followers walking over, Han Yan was startled, and then looked towards the old man in the center of the courtyard with his eyes closed. Under everyone's shocked eyes, he fearlessly said, "Could this be the Immortal's style, without question, just because I'm wearing a tattered one, you think that I can't cultivate?"

The old man's eyes were still closed, as if he did not hear Han Yan's words.

The young children could not help but sneer, some of them even pointed at Han Yan.

The disciple in white on the left snorted and said disdainfully, "Do you think a beggar is worthy of asking about the Immortal's matters? Get out of here, or I won't be polite. "

The two disciples came to Han Yan, grabbing onto one of his shoulders, they picked him up and quickly walked towards the big gate.

Han Yan remained calm and said loudly: "So what if I am a beggar? If someone steals my Immortal destiny, you will all be able to give him a chance to take the test. And I will have my Immortal destiny cut off just because I'm poor? If that's really the case, I would rather not be this deity. "

His voice was not loud, but it echoed in the quiet courtyard for a long time, causing everyone's heart to tremble.

Many of the children could not help but lower their heads when they heard this. Han Fei was even more nervous, he never thought that Han Yan would actually dare to say such a thing at a time like this.

In an instant, Han Fei's back was drenched in cold sweat. He could only hope that the two followers would quickly throw Han Yan out.

The two followers had already reached the door. Just as they were about to open it, the old man opened his eyes and snapped, "Put him down."

The disciple in white who spoke just now was taken aback for a moment before cupping his hands in salute, "Martial Uncle, he has insulted ?"

The old man coldly snorted and waved his sleeve towards the white clothed disciple. With a crisp "pa da" sound, the disciple's face was left with a blood-red palm mark.

After the fight, the old man said to the disciple: "Zhang Yuan, no wonder you have not made the slightest bit of progress in your cultivation. Can you really cultivate the Immortal Art with such a mentality? "So what if you're a beggar? A beggar is still a human. Weren't your ancestors also beggars?"

His tone turned softer and softer as he said to Han Yan: "You said that someone was stealing your immortal destiny, what happened?"

Han Yan pointed at Han Fei and said, "This person joined hands with his father and spent money to snatch my examination quota away."

Han Fei immediately knelt on the ground and said: "Immortal, you are wrongly accused, I already have a placing, he is seriously ill and knows that his death is near, he wanted to threaten my father to give him money, that's why he is speaking nonsense, I, Immortal, cannot believe him!"

The old man nodded, closed his eyes, and said, "Even if your celestial destiny gets taken away, this kind of mundane matter has nothing to do with us. But since you've come, you should stay and try."

Zhang Yuan looked at Han Yan with resentment, took out a cyan jade tablet from his bosom, and casually pointed at a child and said: "You, come here."

The child who was called out had a joyous expression as he quickly ran over and said, "Immortal."

Zhang Yuan handed over the jade tablet to the child and said: "Take this jade tablet, and if white light is displayed on it, go to the left side. If there is no white light, go to the right side and stand."

The jade token was a palm-sized disk. It was entirely blue and had nine thumb-sized stars engraved on it.

The child excitedly received the jade token and looked at it without blinking. Time slowly passed, but there was not the slightest change on the jade token.

Zhang Yuan took the jade tablet from the opponent's hand, and said indifferently, "spiritual root is too weak, not qualified."

After the youth heard this, he was stunned as if he could not accept this fact.

Zhang Yuan didn't even look at him and pointed to another child who was around ten years old. "You, come here."

"spiritual root too weak, failed."

"spiritual root too weak, failed."

"spiritual root too weak, failed."

Three children in a row, none of them qualified. Zhang Yuan looked like he was used to seeing them, his expression did not change at all. Then, he pointed his finger at Han Fei and said, "You do it."

Han Fei quickly walked over and took the jade pendant. Immediately, the top of the pendant released a dazzling white light.

Within the white light, nine stars could vaguely be seen shining brightly.

The white clothed young man was startled, and suddenly said excitedly: "Nine Star spiritual root! What a heavenly posture! "Go to the left and stand properly!"

Following that, the white-clothed youth ordered another dozen children. Other than the two that caused the jade pendant to emit a single star of light, the rest of them did not pass. As the children walked in, the number of children who were not pointed out became fewer and fewer. Han Yan still stood at his original position, as if the white clothed youth had a grudge with him.

Finally, after Han Yan was the only child left unqualified, the white clothed youth pointed at Han Yan and said, "You, come here."

There were originally more than three hundred children in the yard. Other than the two that were emitting a nine star light, the rest of the children were all between one to three stars.

However, there weren't many 1-star to 3-star children. There were only about ten of them. Han Yan understood in his heart, the probability of having the spiritual root mentioned by the Immortal was too low, less than one in a hundred.

Hearing Zhang Yuan call him, Han Yan took a deep breath and walked over.

Holding the jade tablet, Han Yan closed his eyes, and thought: "I must pass, I must pass."

The white clothed youth looked at Han Yan's jade pendant and snorted: "Disqualified."

These words, when heard by Han Yan, were like a huge rock pressing on his body, causing him to be unable to breathe. He had come here for the sake of cultivation, but now, he didn't even have the chance to cultivate.

Han Yan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the jade tablet.

Seeing Han Yan's action, the white clothed youth ridiculed, "Stop looking, you won't be able to emit light no matter how much you look at it." As he spoke, he was about to snatch the jade tablet from Han Yan's hands.

It was unknown where Han Yan got the courage from, but he suddenly took a step back and firmly held onto the jade tablet.

Seeing that, Zhang Yuan laughed, and taunted: "I have seen a lot of children taking the entrance examination, but it's the first time seeing someone as troublesome as you, could it be that if you hold for a while longer, the jade tablet will be able to tell that you have spiritual root?"

Han Yan clenched his teeth, with a move of his hand, he placed the jade tablet back into his sleeve and looked at it again.

Inside his sleeve, it was pitch black. He saw the jade token emit a weak white light, and said in pleasant surprise: "There's light, there's light."

Zhang Yuan seemed to have known this would happen, and laughed: "Of course there's light, what's there to be surprised about."

When he said till here, he saw that Han Yan still had the attitude of not giving up, and coldly snorted: "Let me tell you the truth! When everyone is born, they will more or less have spiritual root in their bodies. It's just that some people's spiritual root are too weak, and their jade tablets are unable to detect their strength. "

Han Yan caught onto these words, and stared at the white clothed youth: "Since I have the spiritual root within me, why can't I cultivate it?"

When Zhang Yuan heard this, he became impatient. He also forgot about the red handprint on his face and furiously bellowed: "Brat, don't go overboard. I've already explained everything clearly, what else do you still want to ask?"

He was just a disciple of the Orthodoxy, an immortal in the eyes of mortals. To think that he would talk so much nonsense with a child. If word of this got out, his fellow disciples would laugh at him just the same.

Han Yan's expression turned cold and threw the jade tablet in his hand to Zhang Yuan. He then turned around to look at the old man and respectfully asked: "Grandfather, can I really not cultivate?"