Immortal Clan: I have a Tree of Creation

The immortal master of the Qingchi Sect descended upon Anshan to select disciples.

The scene was a rare sight in Anshan County, with crowds of people packed inside and outside the drill ground.

But everyone was stunned by this brutal elimination rate.

Everyone knows how difficult it is to possess spiritual roots.

Five years ago, the children whose spiritual roots were discovered became the apple of their families' eyes. They were expected to receive a divine destiny and thus lead their families to great heights.

Who could have imagined that the immortal in green robes would say "unfit for tutelage"?

They then eliminated most of the more than one hundred children with spiritual roots, leaving only five.

Everyone in the room was careful with their breathing, afraid that the slightest sound would offend the immortal.

Inside the training ground, five lucky children bear immense pressure.

The immortal in green robes finally fixed his gaze on the five children, his expression scrutinizing them.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the wide sleeves of her robe moved without any wind.

Five faint lights flew out from her sleeve, like pale blue shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

It floated down lightly and precisely, hovering in the air a foot away from the five children.

There were five stones, each about the size of a fist.

The stone was a deep, dark black, yet its surface shimmered with a shimmering, ethereal blue light, and inside, it seemed as if stardust was slowly swirling.

The cold, clear voice of the immortal in green robes rang out again, reaching the ears of the five children clearly:

"Present this mysterious stone before me. If you pass by, you will enter my gate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the five mysterious stones dimmed their light and floated silently.

On the drill ground, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, their eyes glued to the five strange stones that would determine their fate, and the five children about to make their move.

"Stone?" Zhou Chengnan frowned.

The methods of immortals are too mysterious; he is a martial artist and cannot fathom them at all.

All we can see is the fate of the child himself...

The five children on the field were facing such a scene for the first time, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.

The immortal in green robes spoke coldly, and an invisible pressure weighed heavily on the hearts of the five children.

Zhou Yuanqing took a deep breath and looked at the dark stone in front of him that was shimmering with a faint light.

After a brief silence, the oldest of the five, a tall boy of fourteen, was the first to move.

He took a deep breath and strode towards the mysterious stone in front of him, his face showing a resolute determination to make a desperate gamble.

He gripped the stone body tightly with both hands, exerted all his strength, the veins on his forehead bulged, his teeth were clenched, and a muffled "hoarse" roar came from his throat. All the muscles in his body were tense like a fully drawn bowstring.

But the fist-sized mystic stone seemed to have taken root and remained motionless!

The boy's face turned purplish-red from exerting too much force, his back was instantly soaked with sweat, and his arms even trembled slightly from the excessive exertion.

The black stone remained as stable as Mount Tai, without even the slightest tremor.

After a while, the boy was exhausted. He slumped down, let go of his grip, and staggered backward, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Tsk...this stone must weigh at least ten thousand pounds!"

"Immortal Master, is this... a sign that you don't want to take on any disciples at all? Are you deliberately making things difficult for people?"

"Sigh, after waiting for five years, this is what it turns out to be..."

Off the field, whispers of disappointment and doubt spread like a gentle tide.

Many people were puzzled: how could such a small stone remain completely still?

The immortal first waved his hand and brushed away more than a hundred children, and now he took out a broken stone that was impossible to pick up.

This clearly shows they don't want to recruit disciples in a poor place like Anshan County...

Is the immortal destiny in Anshan County going to end so hastily today?

In the midst of this oppressive silence, a sudden change occurred.

The youngest of the five was a bewildered four-year-old child, dressed in faded coarse cloth clothes, with a look of ignorance on his little face.

Wang Erniu from Majui Village...

Wang Erniu didn't seem to quite understand what was happening.

I just thought the blue stone hanging in front of me was very pretty and sparkly.

He stretched out his chubby little hand and, as if reaching for a toy, easily and effortlessly grasped the mysterious stone in his hand.

I even curiously lifted it in my hand, as if it were nothing at all.

Then, with his short legs, he wobbled but with a clear goal in mind, and walked straight toward the immortal in blue robes on the high platform.

"Here you go!" The childish voice still had a hint of babyishness.

A barely perceptible ripple finally crossed the usually calm and composed eyes of the immortal in green robes.

She nodded slightly, a hint of approval in her voice for the first time: "Very good, come here."

The county magistrate, Lü Qingxuan, who had been waiting nearby, instantly beamed with ecstatic joy, as if he were the one who had picked up the mysterious stone.

He immediately stepped forward, his voice booming with barely suppressed excitement, echoing throughout the training ground: "Wang Erniu from Majui Village, four years old, holding the Xuan Stone as if it were nothing, kowtows to the Immortal Master and enters the gates of the Qingchi Immortal Sect—!"

"Whoosh—!"

The crowd erupted in chaos.

Astonishment, elation, envy, disbelief... a mix of emotions surged within them.

Who would have thought that the first to succeed would be such an innocent and ignorant child?

The stark contrast made the test of the mysterious stone even more unpredictable for everyone.

The remaining four people on the field, including Zhou Yuanqing, all felt a little envious as they watched the little figure being carried away by his family in a joyful embrace.

The four tried again, gritting their teeth and giving it their all.

A slightly older girl, her face flushed red, her fingertips even turning white from digging in.

He finally managed to lift the black stone half an inch off the ground, but in just a moment he was exhausted and it slipped from his grasp, crashing to the ground with a dull thud, signaling his failure.

Another boy tried several times, but without even the slightest sign of making a move, he gave up in despair.

Could it be... that only the naive and innocent Wang Erniu could obtain the destiny of immortality?

The atmosphere on the field was so heavy it was almost frozen.

County Magistrate Li Mao stood at the edge of the high platform, his gaze fixed on his remaining son in the arena, his lips moving silently.

"Yao'er..."

Li Mao's seemingly calm face showed a slight furrow in his brows due to tension, and his hands behind his back quietly clenched into fists.

Li Qianyao on the stage seemed to sense his father's expectations.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and a resolute look flashed across his face.

He silently recited the incantation, and the faint, almost imperceptible spiritual energy within his body began to circulate.

—Li Qianyao is no ordinary person; he possesses subtle spiritual power!

Yes, given the status and position of County Magistrate Li Mao, finding a cultivation method for his son would not be difficult.

At this moment, Li Qianyao was fully utilizing his limited spiritual energy, silently reciting the cultivation technique, and trying his best to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind.

I forced myself to focus, with only one thought in my mind: pick up the stone!

This method actually works.

Under Li Mao's tense, almost breathless gaze.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Li Qianyao's forehead, and her body trembled slightly, but her small hands tightly hugged the Xuan Stone.

Little by little, it was lifted from the shimmering light, and the stone was off the ground!

Although the movements were extremely slow, each step felt as heavy as carrying a mountain on one's back.

But he still held onto the dark blue stone and, step by step, with great difficulty but with unwavering determination, moved to the front of the green-robed immortal.

The immortal in green robes lowered his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

With her level of cultivation, it was not difficult for her to see that this child already possessed cultivation.

This is not a pure Daoist heart, but rather a trick.

But... she set the rules herself.