Isn't this a game? How come you guys are really cultivating immortals!

Chapter 238 Prophecy

Wuming didn't expect this because he had golden spiritual roots.

After many twists and turns, he was able to enter Guanhai Sect in this way.

But whether Guanhai Sect accepts it or not is another matter.

At this moment, the system suddenly said, "I will collect it."

Wuming: "Are you so sure?"

System: "Because your foundation is clean, as long as you don't have any curses, the sect can't let a golden spiritual root go unaccepted."

The talent ceiling of disciples with golden spiritual roots is exaggerated. Even if Wuming is old and has extra combat power, no sect will really give up on him.

What's more, Wuming is good-looking.

The players' backgrounds are all very clean.

People who practice Taoism always have a way to see something different, and they will take the pond of unknown origin as well.

Fang Shuiguan had just returned from Liuxian City, and now he had to go back.

But this time he didn't go alone.

He went to ask his master for help.

Fang Shuiguan’s master is an elder of Luomei Sect, and is already in the early stage of Golden Core.

Upon hearing what Fang Shuiguan had come to ask for, his master, Fu Cangshuang, was slightly surprised: "You picked up someone from the roadside, and he turned out to have a Gold Spiritual Root?"

Fang Shuiguan smiled bitterly: "Disciple saw that he was struggling to deal with the monster alone, but his skills were very good, so I felt soft-hearted for a moment..."

Fu Cangshuang was not surprised, "You are always so good-tempered."

Her disciple is good in every way except that she is too soft-hearted.

He was friendly with everyone in the sect, even the outer disciples.

However, the overall atmosphere of Luomei Sect is good.

Fu Cangshuang: "Looks like I have to send him to Guanhai Sect."

Even if there is something wrong, it is Guanhai Sect that will investigate.

When Fu Cangshuang saw Wuming, she knew why her apprentice had been soft-hearted.

No wonder he looks like this.

If he hadn't been brought back by his own apprentice.

If other cultivators really meet such people with evil intentions,

I'm afraid my fate won't be much better.

Fu Cangshuang observed Wuming carefully and could not see any problems for the time being.

Moreover, Wuming's eyes were calm but firm, and he looked righteous with an indescribable air.

It's hard to feel bad.

Fu Cangshuang's attitude was relatively indifferent. He just looked at Wuming and said, "Come with me."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and Wuming only felt a gust of wind coming, and he found himself sitting in a boat.

This boat has carved beams and painted buildings, with bright red as the main color. It is quite large and even has separate rooms.

This flying magic weapon is both cool and practical.

Until the boat started moving, its speed was simply incomparable to that of ordinary magic weapons.

It usually takes a whole day for a cultivator to reach Liuxian City, and those farther away would take two or three days.

But Fu Cangshuang's flying magic weapon arrived in just a few cups of tea.

Sure enough, after the initial stage of Jindan, the realm and speed are not comparable to those of the foundation-building stage.

When they arrived at Liuxian City, Fu Cangshuang put away his flying magic weapon and landed, but he did not undergo inspection like others when entering the city.

She brought Wuming into the city, but Wuming's face was too conspicuous.

When passing by, almost everyone can't help but stop and take a look at Wuming.

Even among monks who are used to seeing all kinds of beauties, there are monks who will make their faces look particularly beautiful, but it is rare to see such a beautiful one.

Honghuang and Anxiu, who were passing by, also saw it.

It was as if the three of them had telepathy.

They confirmed each other's identities with just one look.

Wuming just glanced at Honghuang and Anxiu indifferently, and left with Fu Cangshuang in Honghuang's shocked eyes.

Hong Huang suddenly exclaimed, "What the hell?" "A new player? How did you pinch that face? It looks like a monster!"

Isn't this life-threatening?

An Xiu hadn't expected someone's face to be so beautiful, and he was quite impressed. "Sure enough, the players who came in later have realized the importance of relying on their looks to make a living."

He dared to appear within the scope of Guanhai Sect and was brought in. Could it be that this player directly chose Guanhai Sect?

Not only is he brave, but he also made the right bet based on his looks.

Hong Huang was shamefully jealous: "Why would a man make his face look so pretty? We men just need to be full of fighting power."

An Xiu looked at the direction he was going and said, "The Guanhai Sect may not accept ordinary disciples just because of their good looks."

Hong Huang paused: "What do you mean?"

An Xiu speculated: "His talent may be higher than ours."

Hong Huang was even more jealous. "Impossible! You just entered the game and you already know you're talented? It's a lucky coincidence! I've always looked down on players who rely on their looks to make a living. They should have come in with an ugly face and worked hard with us to fight monsters. That's how they deserve to be treated as worthy of society!"

An Xiu tutted his words, "Jealous men are so scary."

Hong Huang: "Aren't you jealous when you say that?"

An Xiu: "I'm not jealous."

Hong Huang's rare smart IQ occupied the high ground: "Then you are not a man."

An Xiu: “…”

Not only An Xiu, but all the monks passing by along the way saw Wuming.

Including Shen Haian who stayed in Liuxian City.

However, the moment he noticed Wuming, he was not shocked by his face like everyone else.

But at this moment, a picture appeared before his eyes.

It was like a painting.

In the picture, there is a woman's laughter as loud as a silver bell, with a hint of teasing and amusement.

Only his voice is heard but his person is not seen.

And there was another person holding a sword in one hand, standing between heaven and earth.

The sword was dripping with blood, and in front of him was a fallen corpse whose face was so blurry that it was impossible to see it clearly.

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky and lightning struck from the dark clouds. The pale lightning illuminated his startling yet cold eyebrows.

At this moment, this man's face overlapped with Wuming in front of him.

Shen Haian's pupils shrank.

"what happened?"

Wuming seemed to sense something, turned around and noticed Shen Haian.

It is common for ordinary people to lower their heads and dare not look directly at a cultivator of a higher level.

Wuming just glanced at him lightly, glanced past him, and followed Fu Cangshuang past without paying any attention.

The man next to him noticed Shen Haian's confusion.

He immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Haian murmured, "I saw it. I finally saw this person's face."

"What?" The man frowned. "Are you talking about the prophetic image you've been seeing?"

Shen Haian nodded and pointed a finger at Wuming: "It's him."

The man looked over instantly.

Deep thought filled his pupils.

Few people know that Shen Haian is a rather special existence in the Blood Prison Sect.

He has a connection with the Yinxiao Sect. The people of the Yinxiao Sect are good at deducing destiny. There are always some cultivators who are favored by heaven and know in advance some things that have not happened yet.

When a cultivator becomes powerful, he can also use his own cultivation to deduce someone's past and present life.

But the cost is huge.

If the object of deduction is a person with a surprising fate, he will suffer a serious backlash, and in serious cases he will even lose his life.

Even a powerful person in the tribulation period would not dare to calculate the destiny easily.

It is said that the founder of Tianyang Sect, Youshan Liu, died because of a prophecy.

And that prophecy is about aliens.