The east, the land of China, some unknown mountain range.

There is a sect at the top of the mountain range. The sect is dilapidated and declining. Only half of the archways that originally wrote "The Spirit Sect" at the gate are left.

At this time, five young men with luggage in the Chuling Sect were kneeling on one knee at a white-bearded old man under the willow tree.

"Master is here, please forgive your disciple for being unfilial."

"The disciple's family has an urgent matter. I'm going down the mountain and I don't know when I will return."

The five young men spoke sadly, as if they had suffered a great disaster at home and had to leave.

The old man with white beard sat on the stone and waved his hand and said, "Let's go, you know your difficulties."

"Thank you, Master!"

The five young men stood up and left, reluctant to leave, but the steps under their feet couldn't help but speed up a little. After they were a little further away, they began to whisper.

"What did you all bring? I searched the ancestral hall but couldn't find any valuable items."

"Bah! There is nothing wrong with this broken sect, and there is also a spiritual sect! I haven't produced a disciple with spiritual roots for thirty years. I will send someone to the sect tomorrow to disband. If I don't leave, I will leave. Alas, if I had known today, I wouldn't have been wasting my time at the beginning."

"Okay, stop talking, go quickly, it will be difficult to deal with if the master goes back on his word."

The murmur made the old man with white beard look bad. He looked at the young man whose clothes were washed white and whose face was handsome, sitting cross-legged on the huge rock.

"Lu Sheng, don't you go with them?"

The young man called Lu Sheng rolled his eyes.

"I wonder, but where am I going?"

"Master, you have raised me for eighteen years, but you have never let me go down the mountain for eighteen years."

"Wouldn't it be nice if you ask me to go down the mountain soon and I'll find you a beautiful girl as your disciple's wife?"

"When the sect is disbanded tomorrow, you and my master and disciple will have a place to go."

"It's good now, I can't go anywhere."

Bai Lusheng's eyes were filled with resentment.

While speaking, scenes of past events emerged in his mind.

Eighteen years ago, when he was a child in his cradle, he was abandoned at the foot of the mountain. His master Bai Changshou happened to return from the foot of the mountain, picked him up and raised him.

No one knows his background, but he himself knows it.

He comes from a blue planet, commonly known as time travel.

After eighteen years of life, Bai Lusheng has roughly understood the world.

The fantasy world is the prey of the weak.

There is a set of his own cultivation system here, but because he lives in a corner and his master has never mentioned it, so Bai Lusheng doesn't know anything about it.

The only thing he knows is that if ordinary people want to escape from the ordinary and become practitioners, they must awaken their spiritual roots so that they can worship them in the sect of practice and obtain orthodox practice methods.

Thinking of this, Bai Lusheng couldn't help but look up at the sky.

"God, you really know how to joke with me."

"How good it would be for you to let me travel thirty years ago. At that time, there were many talents in the Spirit Sect. Every year, my brothers and brothers awakened their spiritual roots and were selected by the Shangzong. If they came out of the Lingsect, they would receive rewards from the Shangzong. How comfortable life would be."

"It's good now. No disciple has awakened his spiritual roots for thirty years. The sect has declined and has lost the need for existence. Tomorrow, the Shangzong will send someone to inspect the results. If the sect cannot produce a disciple with spiritual roots, it will be disbanded."

"But now I am the only disciple left in the sect. If I want to have spiritual roots, I have been awakened long ago. Do you have to wait until today?"

Bai Lusheng withdrew his gaze and thought to himself that he would probably be as ordinary as in his previous life.

Master Bai Changshou also shook his head and sighed. No one wants to see the sect that has come to this day.

"Hey Master? Have you ever hid a master's wife for me at the foot of the mountain? If so, let's go join her together."

Bai Lusheng's eyes lit up and he asked.

"Go and go, your master is upright and not close to women. Now he is still a boy. Where can I change my master's wife to you?"

Master Bai Changshou suddenly blew his beard and stared at him without hesitation.

"Don't be done, then master, please pack your luggage as well. We will go down the mountain to beg tomorrow."

Bai Lusheng had no choice but to spread his hands and jumped flexibly from the rock.

Although I cannot practice like in the sect, I have also learned some martial arts from the ordinary world, and I am more flexible and capable of fighting than ordinary people.

"Forget it, I'm idle, I'm going to ring the bell."

Bai Lusheng said a word and walked steadily towards the dilapidated bell ringing venue.

"Ring the bell?"

"well……"

Bai Changshou looked at Bai Lusheng's back and shook his head and sighed.

...

The sun is falling.

When the Lingsect bell ringing venue was released, an iron bell was placed every ten feet away. The iron bell was not big, only the size of an adult's palm.

These clocks are already rusty and look old.

At this time, Bai Lusheng was sitting in this bell ringing venue, holding a small wooden hammer in his hand and gently tapping on the iron bell.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The distant and thick bell vibrates gently, but the iron bell trembles with a small amplitude.

"You are so tenacious. I started knocking you since I was three, but I have not broken you for sixteen years."

"Even water droplets can be worn through stones, so you can give me some reaction."

Bai Lusheng complained, his eyes landed on the iron bells that were shattered in front of the bell ringing venue with great envy.

These iron bells are not ordinary things, but treasures given by the upper sect. Only geniuses with spiritual roots can break them. This is also the most effective way for ordinary sects to judge that disciples have spiritual roots.

There were 74 iron bells in the front row.

It means that the Spiritual Sect once gave birth to seventy-four seniors with spiritual roots.

These seniors all joined the Supreme Sect and became dragons and phoenixes.

Today is the last day, and Bai Lusheng also knew that it would be a waste of knocking on his own. After all, it would have been broken long ago.

But I have maintained this habit for sixteen years, and I always feel that there is something missing if I don’t knock it.

Outside the bell ringing venue, Bai Changshou walked slowly, standing in the distance, watching Bai Lusheng's back as he kept ringing the bell.

Bai Changshou shook his head and sighed, saying to himself:

"Lu Sheng, it's really hard for you."

"To be honest, I really hope you can break the iron bell."

"With your talent and willingness to endure hardships, if you have spiritual roots, you will definitely soar into the sky!"

"pity……"

Bai Changshou's eyes were a little dim.

Hope is hope, reality is reality.

If you hope it will be useful, there will be no more ordinary people in the world.

Then, he turned around depressedly and wanted to leave.

Bai Lusheng is still ringing the bell.

suddenly!

He felt a warm feeling in his body, especially the location of the Dantian in his abdomen, and there was a wonderful feeling, as if something was born.

It's the first time in sixteen years that I've felt this way.

"Is it..."

Bai Lusheng was very surprised and quickly knocked on the iron bell with a wooden hammer.

"clang!"

A loud bell rang.

"well."

Bai Changshou sighed again when he heard the bell ringing. Without spiritual roots, what's the use of knocking it again?

However, the bell fell and a faint crack sounded.

"Click!"
Chapter completed!