After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 229 Selection
There's actually another reason why the purpose of the truth board was revealed in public—

That's the only downside to this thing: it consumes too many crystals!
There's nothing we can do about it. If we want it to save on crystals, we need an even more sophisticated magic array, but Hu Jiu's current skill level isn't high enough to draw it.

So the more people you can scare away with your words, the better, so you can save some crystals.

Although the Immortal Sect is not short of money now, who would complain about having more money? Besides, they are now recruiting more disciples, so there will be plenty of places to spend money like water in the future.

Therefore, save money wherever possible!

After that incident, the subsequent screening went very smoothly. Most of those with ulterior motives withdrew on their own, and those who were hoping to get away with it were also caught.

The initial screening is simple: no people over thirty, no liars, and no people who look dishonest.

Don't underestimate its simplicity; it's enough to filter out most of the applicants.

Besides these people, the rest who pass the test can enter the sect and wait outside the main hall for the sect leader's interview.

At this moment, Chen Lan, carrying Mo Jiuwei, stepped into the hall where the sick cultivators were located.

These people had all sorts of illnesses. They had only been in the hall for a short time when a strange smell had already filled the room. It wasn't exactly foul, but it certainly didn't smell pleasant.

Chen Lan frowned and asked Mo Jiuwei in a low voice, "If you don't want to smell it, you can temporarily shut down your sense of smell."

But the usually delicate Mo Jiuwei shook her head, "It's okay, put me down."

Chen Lan responded and put Mo Jiuwei down on the ground, letting her walk on her own.

The body was still a bit small, so Mo Jiuwei grabbed the hem of Chen Lan's robe with one hand to help her walk so she wouldn't get tired.

Huang Ye was in the hall when she saw them coming and went to greet them. "This is just one of the halls. The other two halls are also full."

This is only the first day of accepting disciples, and it's only the beginning, yet the three halls are already overflowing with patients!

The apprenticeship period is tentatively set for five days. If there are too many people, it will be extended appropriately. In other words, people will continue to come in droves in the next few days. I don't know how many halls we'll have to fill!

"It's okay, we'll take it one at a time," Chen Lan said, looking at Mo Jiuwei.

Mo Jiuwei started from the palace gate and scanned each person one by one.

The hall was covered with many cushions, and people were sitting or lying on them. Some were so ill that they were in a coma, but others looked as if they were not sick at all.

[They dare to come even with four spiritual roots?]

[His lifespan is almost up, yet he's only at the Qi Refining stage. How dare he claim to have great talent?]

[Tsk, yet another person eyeing the Breakthrough Pill.]

Mo Jiuwei would mentally comment on each person she passed.

Chen Lan kept it in mind without saying anything, simply following Mo Jiuwei's walking speed so that Mo Jiuwei could hold onto her clothes.

Suddenly, Mo Jiuwei stopped.

In front of her was an old man with white hair, who looked like he was about to die.

But this person actually has a single spiritual root and is a Golden Core cultivator!

[A single spiritual root at the Golden Core stage, what a pity, he was ambushed and had a bone-burying nail driven into his body.]

Mo Jiuwei sighed inwardly, then tugged at Chen Lan's sleeve—

[Senior sister, look at me! This person, stay!]

Chen Lan's lips twitched, and she took out a strip of cloth and handed it to the old man, "You've been kept here."

The old man was taken aback, then suddenly looked up. "Me? Really? You can really save me?"

"Yes, all those who are kept will become official disciples of the Immortal Sect and will receive our medical treatment," Chen Lan said. The people in the hall didn't know what they were there for, because Chen Lan was holding a small child, and didn't look like someone from the Immortal Sect responsible for screening people.

It wasn't until I heard her words that I confirmed her identity.

Now everyone in the hall was in an uproar, and cries for help filled the air.

Please, please let me stay!

"Look at me, I'm very sick, I'm in so much pain all over my body, please let me stay!"

"Please help me, little girl..."

"Fairy, please save my mother! She won't last much longer..."

Some asked for help themselves, some had their relatives speak up for them, and some started crying and wailing as soon as they opened their mouths.

"Shut up!" Chen Lan snapped coldly. "I will decide who stays and who leaves. Anyone who dares to make a sound and disrupt the order will be considered to have voluntarily given up their right to stay, and can leave now!"

After she said that, everyone immediately fell silent, and only some suppressed sobs could be heard.

[This person disguised himself and sneaked in; he's from the Liuxian Sect. A leopard can't change its spots.]

Chen Lan frowned and glanced at the man a few more times.

Wow, this person actually poisoned himself to stay? Unbelievable!

As Mo Jiuwei watched, she mentally complained.

Chen Lan, who was standing to the side, listened in amazement, almost grabbing a handful of melon seeds to eat as she listened.

She was incredibly grateful that she could hear her junior sister's thoughts; otherwise, she would have missed so many wonderful moments!

Mo Jiuwei paused, this time looking at a male cultivator in black sitting against the corner of the wall.

He came alone, without anyone accompanying him.

He was as thin as a stick, extremely weak, and his face was sallow.

[This is truly an eye-opener. To think that someone with a pure Yang body could be reduced to this state is a complete waste.]

He almost died from a woman's belly!

Mo Jiuwei thought to herself, while tugging at the hem of her clothes.

Chen Lan immediately handed over a strip of cloth, saying, "You're being kept here."

The man in black was taken aback, then his face lit up with surprise. He wanted to bow in thanks, but he was too weak and could only stammer out a thank you.

Mo Jiuwei moved quickly, as if she had entered the palace by chance or was just casually strolling around.

With almost a single glance, she could tell whether a person had genuine talent or not; it was immediately obvious.

As it turns out, many people are simply unaware of this, even though the Immortal Sect has clearly stated its rules: being sick is acceptable, being old is acceptable, but one must have exceptional talent.

However, less than one-tenth of those present met this single condition.

Perhaps they were so desperate to be treated that they tried their luck even though they didn't meet the criteria, as if they had nothing to lose.

It's also possible that they don't feel they meet the requirements at all, but genuinely believe they are gifted and that their cultivation has been delayed by illness.

In a short while, Mo Jiuwei had passed through more than half of the people in the hall, but only four of these nearly two hundred people were actually left behind.

Aside from the old man with the Golden Core and the male cultivator with the Pure Yang Body, the remaining two are a single spiritual root and a mutated spiritual root, respectively. No matter where they are placed, they would be geniuses among geniuses.

However, correspondingly, their illnesses are also very serious, and because they have been delayed for so long, they are now very difficult to treat.