Becoming a god begins with the evolution of acupoint supernatural powers.

Chapter 78 Choosing a Sect

He's broken through again!

From tendon training to the mastery of tendon training!

Lu Ming remained calm and naturally looked away, but inwardly he was shocked.

A few days before setting off for the prefectural city, this person had just broken through to the Tendon Refining stage. Although more than ten days had passed on the road, Wei Jinlin kept insisting on traveling and had no opportunity to practice martial arts.

He didn't believe that this person was so talented that he could break through a barrier even after traveling for more than ten days.

If that's the case, his cultivation level at his age is far beyond what it is, and he must have received external assistance.

Moreover, a normal breakthrough doesn't require concealment. This person controlled his external aura extremely well, making it impossible to discern the aura of someone who had achieved mastery of the Tendon Refining stage.

This near-perfect concealment gave him a sense of familiarity. Upon reflection, he recalled that he had felt this same way with Zhou Zhen.

Chen Ping!

Lu Ming glanced at the seemingly low-key and humble young man out of the corner of his eye, and memories of his past flashed through his mind.

Upon first meeting Chen Ping, he discovered that this man had murdered Zhao Zhiqi.

At the time, I only felt that he was insidious and vicious, and that he killed Zhao Zhiqi in order to buy himself a chance to escape from the earth dragon beast.

Now, upon closer reflection, I suddenly realized something was amiss. The scene in the Bitter Bamboo Creek where Wu Yong, the blood-soaked man, appeared, and Chen Ping killed Lu Wenzhao, was almost identical to the scene where he killed Zhao Zhiqi earlier!

At the time, he also felt something very strange: Wu Yong, the blood-man, easily saved Liu Yiyi, and judging from his aura, he was not ridiculously strong.

With Lu Wenzhao's skill in refining tendons, it was absolutely impossible for him to be killed in one move.

Moreover, it was precisely because Lu Wenzhao, the disciple with the highest cultivation level present, was instantly killed by Wu Yong that the ten geniuses dared not confront him and scattered and fled, resulting in the deaths of six out of ten.

With so many geniuses present, if Wu Yong, the Blood Man, hadn't reached the Bone Forging Realm, they could have easily taken him down if they had all rushed at him. Unfortunately, he made the first move, and one wrong step led to another.

One accident is a coincidence, but so many coincidences are definitely not accidents.

Chen Ping must have something wrong with him.

Oh, right, "two bloodied people!"

Lu Ming suddenly remembered what Li Hu had said to him before he left.

He was near Kuzhu Creek when he saw two blood-soaked figures!

He originally thought the other blood-covered person was Zhou Zhen, but now he realized that Zhou Zhen had been driven back by Wei Jinlin and fled far away with serious injuries. It was unlikely that he would go to Kuzhuxi. If Wei Jinlin caught up with him, wouldn't he be courting death?

Could it be that—

Lu Ming had his own guesses. He controlled himself not to look at Chen Ping, but a sense of crisis rose in his heart.

Guo Yuan and Chen Ping both seemed shrouded in a mist, mysterious and eerie.

This is just what he discovered; what about the others?

A few days ago, Wei Jinlin left, and he had a vague feeling that a storm was brewing.

Now, thinking about the missing names on the list of geniuses that Feng Li of the Tiger Head Gang investigated, and seeing the suspicious points about Guo Yuan and Chen Ping, he suddenly realized.

Perhaps the storm is already brewing, but most people are still unaware.

"Ordinary disciples of major sects generally don't receive any special treatment. They are only allowed to learn first-rate cultivation techniques and have the right to purchase cultivation elixirs. Sometimes, these disciples die mysteriously, and no one is willing to seek justice for them."

"Personal disciples are the disciples of powerful figures in the sect. They have masters and connections, so their safety is greatly guaranteed. Ordinary people dare not provoke them, but it also depends on who their master is."

"Core disciples are the inheritors of the sect. They receive the best training and are all precious treasures. If they die, it may even enrage the sect leader. Therefore, they have a transcendent status, and many independent cultivators condescend to curry favor with them."

In the courtyard, a genius overheard someone asking about the differences between disciples of different levels, and immediately began to speak eloquently.

Upon hearing this, Lu Ming thought to himself, "A chaotic world is coming, and I must have a safe place where I can cultivate in peace."

With his exceptional talent, given enough time, he will grow to a level that no one can match.

At that time, Chen Ping, Guo Yuan, and all other demons and monsters will be suppressed!

Therefore, he must be extremely cautious in choosing a sect this time.

He stood in the courtyard, quietly waiting for the result, his eyes gleaming, already having made up his mind.

In the main hall of the Martial Arts Department, many powerful figures were seated, each at least at the Tempering Realm, and they sat down as host and guest.

Xie Qingci sat in the main seat, showing no disrespect to the elders of the various sects. With a gentle and pleasant expression, he instructed his servants to hand over the eight lists of geniuses he had prepared to the elders of the various sects.

Around Qingning Prefecture City, there are two first-rate sects, three second-rate sects, and three third-rate sects.

At this moment, each of the eight sects sent an elder to this place, who took the list of geniuses and examined it carefully.

During the grand examination, they had already recruited some disciples, but those on the list of geniuses here were often of higher quality—

However, we must proceed with caution.

"Lin Qiang, Grade B in physical constitution, and Grade B+ in overall talent. He's worth considering, but I wonder if he'll be chosen by a first- or second-tier sect?"

"Chen Ping, with a base aptitude of Grade B and an overall talent of Grade A! Hahaha, this boy is our Zhengyang Sect's darling."

"Lu Ming, Grade C in physical constitution, and above Grade B in overall talent? That's three minor levels higher than his physical constitution! Hmm? The four county officials jointly recommended him—hmm, we can consider it. If he improves his physical constitution once, he might be able to reach Grade A, but the cost would be too high."

"Feng Qingzhu, Grade B in physical constitution, Grade A in overall talent! There are so many promising talents in this year's class."

"Yun Potian, with a C-grade physical constitution and an above-C-grade overall talent, is only passable. How did he get on this list?"

Inside the hall, the elders of the eight major sects exchanged glances as they selected disciples suitable for their respective sects.

At this moment, Lu Zhenggang, an elder of the first-class sect Zhengyang Sect, stroked his long white beard and said with a smile: "Elder Zhao, this Lu Ming's overall talent is quite interesting. I heard that he has some grudges with Guo Yuan from your sect."

"Inviting Lu Ming to join your Tianheng Sword Sect would be inappropriate; it would be better to give him to me."

Zhao Baishi, an elder of the Tianheng Sword Sect, had half-black and half-white hair, sharp eyes, and sat upright, like a sword about to be drawn from its sheath.

Zhao Baishi sneered slightly: "Since the four officials have jointly recommended him, I will naturally invite him. As for how he chooses, that is up to him."

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Seeing his attitude, Lu Zhenggang nodded inwardly. It seemed that Zhao Baishi did not think highly of Lu Ming and the treatment he offered would not be very high.

He chuckled and then said nothing more.

Before long, the elders of the various sects wrote down the disciples they had chosen and the benefits they would receive on a piece of paper and handed it to Xie Qingci.

Xie Qingci took it and looked at it, secretly relieved. Fortunately, he hadn't been left out, otherwise he would have had to do some work, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the officials.

He relaxed immediately and called out, "Someone, bring those disciples over for a two-way selection process."

"Yes."

One person responded and left.

Soon, a group of young geniuses arrived outside the hall, some confident, some nervous.

"Chen Ping, a core disciple of the Zhengyang Sect, a core disciple of the Tianheng Sword Sect, a core disciple of the Wanxiang Sect, and a promising candidate for the Cangwu Sect's lineage—"

Which one do you choose?