Chapter 2: The Immortal

  There is still one more at noon!

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  The horse carriage sped quickly on the small road, Wang Lin's body swayed with the ups and downs of the ground, he hugged the package in his arms, his heart was turbulent, carrying his parents' expectations, leaving the mountain village where he had lived for fifteen years.

  The distance from here to the county town is not short, Wang Lin gradually fell asleep, and he didn't know how long it took, he was gently pushed awake, opened his eyes and saw Fourth Uncle smiling at him, jokingly saying: "Iron Pillar, first time leaving home, what do you think?"

  Wang Lin realized that the horse carriage had stopped and smiled foolishly: "No particular thoughts, just a bit scared, don't know if I can be taken in by the immortal."

  Fourth Uncle laughed and patted Tie Zhu's shoulder, saying: "Alright, don't think so much, we've arrived. This is Fourth Uncle's home, you go rest first, I'll take you to your family in the morning."

  After getting off the horse carriage, what unfolded before Wang Lin was a tile-roofed house. Following Fourth Uncle to a room, Wang Lin sat on the bed but couldn't sleep no matter what. His mind flashed with scenes of his parents, fellow villagers, and relatives' words, and he let out a soft sigh in his heart. The idea of being taken as a disciple by an immortal became even more intense.

  Time passed bit by bit, and before long, the sky was faintly bright. The sun slowly rose, and Wang Lin, despite not having rested much for a night, felt very spirited. With a hint of anxiety, he followed Fourth Uncle to the Wang family's large mansion.

  This was the first time Wang Lin had seen such a big house, and he felt dizzy. Fourth Uncle sighed as they walked, "Tie Zhu, this time you must make your father proud, don't let our relatives laugh at us."

  Wang Lin's heart grew even more tense, he bit his lower lip tightly and nodded slightly.

  Before long, Fourth Uncle led him to the main courtyard of the mansion, where an old man stood. He was Iron Pillar's father's older brother. Seeing Iron Pillar, he nodded slightly and said: "Iron Pillar, Immortal will arrive soon, don't be alarmed, just follow your brother Wang Zhuo Xue, do what he does, got it?"

  The old man's tone was severe in his last few words.

  Wang Lin remained silent, looking around and discovering that apart from Wang Zhuo, there was also a young man. The young man had slightly dark skin, a robust build, and his eyes gleamed with cleverness. His clothes were bulging as if he had something hidden inside.

  He saw Tiezhu staring at him, making a face at him, and running over to ask: "Are you Tiezhu from Ershu's family? My name is Wang Hao."

  Wang Lin smiled lightly and nodded his head.

  The old man saw that the iron pillar didn't even notice him and was slightly annoyed, just about to scold.

  At this moment, suddenly the clouds in the sky floated away, a sword light flashed and broke through the air, after the sword light dissipated, a white-clothed young man stood on the ground. The young man's eyes were bright and spirited, emitting an extraordinary aura, his expression was icy cold, his gaze swept across the three boys including Tie Zhu, especially at the bulge on Jing's body, he looked at it for a moment, then said in a cold voice: "The three quotas of the Wang family are them?"

  "Is this the immortal?" The other party's gaze made Wang Lin feel a chill run down his spine, his heart racing uncontrollably, his small face pale and bloodless, staring blankly at the other party.

  Looking at that boy with a clever face again, he also put his hands on the edge of his pants, very respectful, with a fierce look in his eyes.

  Only Wang Zhuo glanced at his opponent with a careless expression and hummed softly in his nose.

  Wang Zhuo's father hastily stepped forward, his face full of respect, and said in a trembling voice: "Immortal, these three people are indeed the relatives recommended by the Wang family."

  The young man nodded and said impatiently, "Who is Wang Zhuo?"

  The old man's face lit up with joy, and he hastily pulled Wang Zhuo forward, saying: "Immortal, this is my son Wang Zhuo."

  The young man looked at Wang Zhuo deeply, his face slightly relaxed, and nodded: "Wang Shidi is indeed a talented person, no wonder he was favored by Daoxu Shushu."

  Wang Zhuo looked at the iron pillar and another clever boy with satisfaction, proudly saying: "That's natural, my cultivation of spiritual roots is something that Daoxu Xianren praised without end."

  The young man furrowed his brow, but quickly relaxed and gazed at Wang Zhuo with a hint of a smile. With a flick of his sleeve, he took three youths with him and transformed into a rainbow, disappearing instantly from the scene.

  Fourth Uncle looked up at the sky and muttered to himself: "Tie Zhu, you must be chosen!"

  Wang Lin felt his body lighten, the fierce gusts of wind blowing painfully on his face. Taking a closer look, he was shocked to discover that he was being held under the young man's arm, rapidly flying through the air. The village below had turned into small black dots, quickly moving backwards.

  In just a short while, his eyes had already been blown red by the wind, and tears were streaming down.

  "If the three of you don't want to go blind, close your eyes." The young man's cold voice came. Wang Lin's heart trembled and he hastily closed his eyes, not daring to look again, his heart yearning for immortality even more.

  It wasn't long before Wang Lin could feel the youth's breathing getting slightly ragged, and his speed also clearly slowed down. Then, in a flash of insight, the youth suddenly fell downwards. At the moment he landed on the ground, the youth relaxed his arms, and the three youths tumbled to the ground.

  Fortunately, the force of the fall was not heavy, and the three quickly got up. What unfolded before Wang Lin's eyes was a scene like a paradise on earth, with green hills, clear water, birds singing, and fragrant flowers.

  Right in front, a towering mountain peak piercing the clouds, thousands of rocks competing for beauty, surrounded by mist and fog, unable to see its delicate appearance. From time to time, one or two beast roars are heard. A winding stone staircase descends from the mountain peak, as if it were a picturesque landscape, with clear mountains and beautiful water. A sense of being isolated from the world is born.

  Looking up from afar, there is a grand temple at the top of the mountain peak. Although it is shrouded in clouds and mist, the colorful lights flicker, making one involuntarily feel reverence.

  Next to the grand hall, a long stone bridge extends out horizontally, like a crescent moon, stretching into the empty clouds and mist, connecting with another mountain peak.

  Such a wonderful place, it is naturally the mountain gate of Hengyue Sect. Hengyue Sect is one of the few Xiantian sects in Zhao State. 500 years ago, it once dominated the entire Xiantian world of Zhao State, with several Yuan Ying stage old monsters, and its prosperity was unparalleled. Unfortunately, as time passed by, after experiencing several changes, until today, the former powerful Hengyue Sect has shrunk to the point where it can barely stand firm in the Xiantian world.

  However, Hengyue Sect is still an unattainable existence for ordinary people within a radius of ten thousand miles.

  "Zhang Shidi, are these three young men recommended by the Wang family?" A middle-aged man wearing black clothes, with a hint of immortal elegance and refinement, floated down from the mountain peak.

  The young man's face showed a respectful expression and said: "Third Master Brother, these three people are recommended by the Wang family."

  The middle-aged man's eyes swept over, focusing on Wang Zhuo for a few moments before smiling and saying: "The sect leader knows you've reached a critical point in your cultivation, so I'll be conducting this test. You can go cultivate now."

  The young man nodded, his body moved, along the mountain path, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared without a trace.

  Wang Lin stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his heart surging with emotions. Suddenly, he felt someone tugging on his clothes and turned to see that it was the young man with a clever look on his face. The young man's eyes were filled with an even more intense fervor as he whispered, "This is where the immortal lives! Dammit, I, Wang Hao, will definitely be chosen!" After finishing speaking, he patted the bulge in his clothing.