Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

The rising sun shines brightly, casting golden rays across the sky.

Today's training ground is completely different from the past.

The huge square was packed with people, with disciples lined up in dense rows, and not a single one was absent.

The front of the earth.

Hundreds of Foundation Establishment disciples stood upright on the bluestone, their robes neat and their postures upright.

Outside the square, countless Qi Refining disciples stood in layers, craning their necks and standing on tiptoe.

Some people's fingertips trembled slightly, unable to suppress the excitement in their hearts.

Several Core Formation elders stood in the air, all present, their expressions solemn and dignified.

This grand competition is crucial to the reform of the sect.

It is an opportunity for all lower-level disciples to defy fate and change their destiny, and also a key for high-level cultivators to prove their value and solidify their position.

Suddenly.

Millions of eyes gazed at the sky.

A pure blue light slowly solidified from nothingness.

Linghu Qing stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his elegance unparalleled, calmly looking down at the thousands of disciples below.

His mere presence sent a chill down the spines of everyone present, causing them to become completely focused.

"The first Huangfeng Valley Grand Competition is about to begin."

"Charge!"

Before anyone could react, he raised his hand and lightly formed a hand seal.

Boom—

The golden array, like a giant dome, enveloped all directions, covering the thousands of disciples present.

The world spins and the heavens and earth turn upside down.

All the disciples felt their bodies suddenly disappear, and the real scene before them shattered inch by inch, replaced by a vast, hazy, and boundless illusory world.

[Talent Rating: Lower Grade (Different Spiritual Root)]

Hong Fu was suddenly jolted, overwhelmed with shock and confusion.

As soon as she entered, a square white frame appeared before her eyes, with neat and clear black lettering on it.

"Is this a talent test?"

She considered herself to have exceptional talent, possessing a unique spiritual root, allowing her to cultivate at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary cultivators.

Only managed to get a lower-tier rating?

A sense of resentment quietly grew in my heart. I wonder if that spiritual root is of the highest rank?

Before she could calm down, the scene in the illusion suddenly changed.

[Combat Strength Assessment Begins]

The wind howled, and the clouds and water surged.

A ferocious giant dragon burst forth from the clouds, its scales chilling, its eyes bloodshot, its fangs sharp, and its aura overwhelming like a mountain. It was indeed the aura of a fake infant.

"A peak seventh-tier demonic beast!"

Hong Fu's gaze was cold and stern. She didn't bother to study the black words on the whiteboard and dared not be negligent in the slightest.

She was only in the late stage of Core Formation, still some distance from the peak of Core Formation.

A fierce battle raged amidst the roar of magic.

The loud noises continued.

Her fighting style was steady and her offense and defense were well-organized. She fully demonstrated the advantages of cultivating both physical and magical abilities. However, her opponent was of a higher level and the suppression of her realm was too obvious.

Ultimately, it fell short by a hair's breadth.

Exhausted and defeated.

[Combat Strength Rating: Upper Grade (Late Core Formation Stage)]

Linghu Qing, who was observing from high above, shook his head slightly.

Hong Fu cultivates both physical and magical powers; with her strength, she is capable of defeating this dragon.

It is fully capable of reaching the top of the B-level rating.

Ultimately, they lack the ruthlessness to fight to the death and the mental fortitude to erupt in desperate situations.

Combat strength assessment does not consider cultivation level.

He divided each level into four tiers: lower, middle, upper, and top.

The "Level B" represents the strength of a pseudo-infant.

Below A is the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

As for talent.

A person with a Heavenly Spiritual Root and a Golden Cultivation Physique is considered to be at the top level, just like him.

The armor is like a swallow, only the heavenly spirit root remains.

The Jia type is somewhere between the Heavenly Spiritual Root and the Other Spiritual Root, and no sect has yet appeared there.

[The assessment of comprehension begins]

A simple and quiet bluestone chamber slowly comes into view.

Hong Fu looked over and saw ten translucent jade slips neatly arranged on the stone table.

These include various cultivation methods related to law, body, and spirit, as well as knowledge of alchemy, weapon crafting, and talisman making.

aside.

The alchemy furnace, equipment rack, and grinding tools are all complete and readily available.

For the purpose of testing comprehension.

Linghu Qing had recently done a thorough review of all his knowledge.

after all.

All the assessment rules, evaluation standards, and knowledge system of this great formation originated from what he had learned.

He had studied all the laws of the world, was proficient in Confucianism, Taoism, demonism, physical techniques, and divine arts, and was skilled in alchemy, artifacts, formations, and the strengths of all schools of thought. Only then could he create such an all-encompassing and flawless examination illusion.

What he doesn't understand, the great formation cannot assess;

Fortunately, the foundation of the formation had already been fully formed, and it could operate autonomously without constant reinforcement or maintenance.

He later learned new skills.

They can also actively feed the formation, continuously enriching the assessment system, allowing the formation to advance and become more perfect, thus benefiting the sect for a long time.

Linghu Qing's gaze shifted slightly, landing on Xin Ruyin.

Compared to Hong Fu's slightly awkward demeanor, Xin Ruyin was calm and composed in the illusion.

She could see through the core of all kinds of complex formations and obscure Dao patterns at a glance, and calmly set up the formations in one go.

[Comprehension Rating: Top Grade (Formation Type)]

Although Xin Ruyin's comprehension was only manifested in the art of formations, it was still considered monstrous.

Linghu Qing nodded slightly, his heart filled with approval.

Jia Ding is naturally himself.

Time stretches on endlessly within the illusion.

The disciples were immersed in the assessment, undergoing countless trials, enlightenment, and battles, as if they had spent several days or even months.

But only half a day had passed in the outside world.

The disciples who lacked talent and had weak minds were the first to finish the assessment.

Exit the illusion.

"Those who have awakened should move to the side, remain quiet, and not disturb others during the assessment."

Linghu Qing spoke calmly, his voice steady and impartial.

On the plaza, dozens of disciples opened their eyes in bewilderment. Upon hearing these words, their ears burned with shame and embarrassment.

Linghu Qing spoke calmly, his voice steady and impartial.

On the plaza, dozens of disciples opened their eyes in bewilderment. Upon hearing these words, their ears burned with shame and embarrassment.

Their results were not ideal.

Some people felt a pang of bitterness and embarrassment, secretly regretting their laxity in their daily practice. They silently lowered their heads and moved back to the edge of the square.

Fortunately, there are quite a few mediocre people.

In just a quarter of an hour.

A large number of disciples awoke and left the stage one after another.

The square, which was originally full of disciples, has now been emptied of more than half of its original number.

The departing disciples gathered in twos and threes, their eyes filled with envy and melancholy.

After today's assessment, the gap in cultivation between those inside and outside the arena will only widen in the future.

A dreamlike world, a small mountain village.

Han Li stood alone in front of a mud-brick house.

"Brother, you're back."

A familiar, unforgettable young girl stepped out; it was his long-lost little sister.

Her eyebrows and eyes were still youthful, and her smile was sweet.

Han Li's heart suddenly trembled, and a tenderness that had been dormant for many years was instantly touched. All the longing that had been suppressed in his heart surged up, and tears welled up in his eyes. .

He raised his hand and gently hugged the little girl in front of him, feeling the long-lost warmth, and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

A moment of tenderness is enough.

He could tell that this was an illusion.

Without the slightest hesitation, he resolutely turned around and walked forward step by step with unwavering determination.

Fairy!

I want to cultivate to become an immortal!

"Brother Li!"

Behind him, his younger sister's heart-wrenching cries echoed, each one a tearful lament, each word a heart-wrenching lament, filled with endless reluctance and longing, reverberating throughout the entire illusory space.

Han Li stood tall, his steps unwavering, his resolve as firm as iron, without the slightest wavering.

"Forgive me, little sister."

He murmured softly.

I, Han Li, am destined to walk the path of immortality in this life. I do not seek wealth or honor, but only longevity.

I don't know how long I've been trekking alone, but the cries around me have all faded away, and the layers of mist before my eyes have completely dissipated.

With a flash of light and shadow, the real scene is recreated.

Lines of semi-transparent light screen text slowly appeared before his eyes, clearly displaying all the data from this assessment.

[Talent: C (Lower Grade) - One of the Four Spiritual Roots)]

[Combat Strength: C-level (Mid-Foundation Establishment)]

[Comprehension: Level B (Divine Sense)]

[Willpower: Top Tier]

"Congratulations on completing the assessment. Your combat strength is [Category C]. You have defeated 62% of the Foundation Establishment disciples and are entitled to two days of secret realm cultivation time per year."

"Your overall rating, excluding combat strength, is [Lower Grade]. You are entitled to one day of secret realm training time per year."

"You have received a reward of three mid-grade spirit stones."

Han Li stared silently at the light screen before him, his thoughts a complex mix of emotions.

The illusionary experience just now felt too real.

He considered himself to be resilient and far superior to ordinary people, but in the end, his willpower only reached level B.

The world's talents are indeed as numerous as carp crossing a river.

Han Li.

You're just an ordinary mortal; you still need to work harder!

Back to the square.

He composed himself, suppressed his emotions, and was about to turn around and retreat to the side of the square.

suddenly.

Linghu Qing moved suddenly and landed in front of a disciple who had just woken up.

A gust of wind swept through.

The entire venue erupted in an uproar, with millions of eyes turning to that direction.