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

Chapter 237 What are the standards?
It's easy to join a sect but difficult to leave. If the higher-ups deliberately oppress you, it's very difficult for a disciple to resist.

They had some concerns before they came, but in the end they gritted their teeth and decided to take the plunge!
Although the Xianlai Sect is not a major sect, it has a good reputation, which is enough to show its benevolence.

With the Breakthrough Pill as a backup, it seems unlikely that he will ever face the same difficult times as before.

In hindsight, they made the right bet.

The next day, Lu Lai was startled by the large, dark mass of people as soon as she stepped out with her six maids.

"Why are there so many people??"

Her eyes widened in surprise.

This is not what everyone expected; there should have been fewer people today than yesterday.

Why does it feel like there's not only no decrease, but actually more?
Look at this queue! It stretches out into the distance, almost without end!
However, Lu Lai soon found out why.

"Fairy, may we also have a bowl of medicinal soup?"

"Yes, you can buy it with money."

"Others who are eliminated can still drink medicinal soup, so what about us?"

……

They came for the medicinal soup?
Lu Lai found it a bit outrageous and also a little funny. "Medicinal soup is for sick people. It's best for healthy people not to touch it. Every medicine has some toxicity."

However, I heard that the medicine was made with the help of Junior Sister Jiuwei and Senior Sister Du.

Thinking of Jiuwei, Lu Lai recalled that eerie voice again; she had heard it again last night when everyone was chatting in the hall.

The first time I heard it, I was completely bewildered, but the second time I heard it, I had a vague idea.

However, the sect's recruitment of disciples is more important recently, so Lu Lai doesn't have the energy to investigate further.

"I'm sick too! I often feel dizzy and have fevers. I heard that the herbal soup is very effective. Could you send us a bowl? No, even half a bowl would be fine!"

Lu Lai, of course, resolutely refused.

That medicinal soup is very expensive, and it's only given away for free to appease those patients who made a wasted trip. Why would these people drink that medicine in a perfectly good way?

However, after the medicinal soup incident, everyone must have valued the Immortal Sect's abilities even more, otherwise why would there be so many more alchemists today?

Xu Yihan quickly noticed that the number of disciples who came yesterday was relatively even, but there seemed to be quite a few more alchemists today.

He went to ask, and someone told him the reason—

"Your sect provides free medicinal soup to the cultivators who were not selected. Many people praised the efficacy of the soup, which also shows your sect's benevolence."

Why not come to a sect that is both benevolent and has a treasure for making money?
Perhaps in the future, the Immortal Sect will also become famous throughout the continent, no less than other sects!
Upon hearing this, Xu Yihan sighed inwardly and glanced at Mo Jiuwei.

All of this is thanks to Jiuwei!

If it weren't for her, there would be no Breakthrough Pill, and no medicinal soup that greatly enhanced the reputation of the Immortal Sect.
She truly is a lucky star for the Immortal Sect!

Apart from a slightly larger number of people arriving today, everything else is the same as yesterday. After yesterday's chaotic efforts, the members of the Immortal Sect have finally gotten the hang of things, and they will handle things with even greater ease today.

So, in terms of speed, it not only didn't slow down, but actually got much faster.

Moreover, both Lu Lai and her team, who were in charge of the initial review outside, and Xu Yihan, who was in charge of the second review at the palace gate, seemed to have improved their ability to judge people after experiencing so many disciples yesterday. They could tell at a glance whether the other party was telling the truth or lying, whether they were flattering or sincere, making it much easier to retain them.

There were still many cultivators from the city watching the show outside the sect.

The entire Purple Leaf City only has the Immortal Sect, and such a feat of recruiting people has not been seen for many years, so everyone finds it a bit strange.

So these past few days, many people have put aside their work and paused their cultivation to come and see what's going on.

Believe it or not, ever since the Immortal Sect made its appearances time and again, they've had something to talk about with others. When they chat with others using the communication talisman, they talk about "our Immortal Sect" and how great it is, and they even exude a sense of pride.

"Hey, have you guys noticed? It seems like there are more disciples being eliminated today." After watching for a while, someone chatted with the people next to them. "Yesterday, there were at least twenty people who could join the sect, but today there are only about fifteen."

"I've noticed that too; they seem to be more selective in their admissions process."

"But it's strange, they really don't pick and choose spiritual roots, and even selected many with five spiritual roots. How is that possible?"

Logically speaking, with so many people, there should be a threshold, such as requiring three or more spiritual roots.

However, the Immortal Sect is different. They seem to have no requirements for spiritual roots. Even if they find out that someone has five spiritual roots during registration, they never show any dissatisfaction, let alone eliminate them because of it.

This left everyone completely confused.

They don't discriminate based on spiritual roots or gender, as long as the person is under thirty... So what are their criteria for eliminating people, and what do they value in those who stay?
"Name, spiritual root, origin."

"Yu Mo, three spiritual roots, Yaohua City."

Lu Lai looked at the girl in front of her, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was dark-skinned and thin, with dull skin, but her eyes were very bright.

"Do you have any special skills?" she asked.

The girl pursed her lips. "I only know how to process medicinal herbs. I go up the mountain to dig up some low-grade spiritual herbs and then deliver them to the shop."

The more Yu Mo talked, the less confident she became.

She didn't expect that she would be a little late on her journey, and when she arrived in Ziye City, she would find that the queue was already full.

She waited in line for a day and a half before she finally got her turn.

But her initial enthusiasm turned into unease, because she had almost witnessed firsthand how popular the Immortal Sect was and how ruthless they were in eliminating people.

Putting everything else aside, among the dozen or so cultivators in front of him, only one person was able to enter the sect, and it was said that those who could enter had to go through another round of interviews before they could become formal disciples.

This made Yu Mo feel increasingly disheartened, and she felt that she was most likely to be eliminated.

She had no particular strengths, possessed only three spiritual roots, and her cultivation level was unremarkable.

So many cultivators more skilled than myself are lining up to get in, why should I be treated differently?

However, what reassured Yu Mo was that the female cultivator in front of her, whose cultivation level was clearly far higher than hers, spoke to her in a calm tone, with gentle eyes and an implicit encouragement.

"So, you're quite skilled with medicinal herbs? Do you want to become a cultivator focused on cultivation, or learn another skill and specialize in alchemy?" Lu Lai asked.

She took a liking to the girl in front of her at first glance, not for any other reason than her eyes.

Those were eyes filled with longing, but even more so with determination.

"Can I learn alchemy? But I don't know anything about it, I only know some basic medicinal herbs." Yu Mo was initially delighted, but then became somewhat worried.