Chapter 8 Waste

"What!? Did I hear wrong? He is a waste."

"It's a pity that Immortal Master Xuanyuanzi opened the Wuliang Daotai for him. This is really the funniest thing I have ever seen."

"That's right. I thought he would become the most eye-catching person in this Immortal Fate Conference because of his unparalleled character and qualifications. Unexpectedly, he is indeed eye-catching, but in this way."

"Alas, this child, it's a pity that such a good character is gone. He actually..."

"I think Immortal Master Xuanyuanzi originally took a fancy to him and wanted to accept him as a disciple. You should know that Immortal Master Xuanyuanzi is one of the sword-wielding elders of Yijianfeng, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, and his cultivation is unfathomable. Unexpectedly, he is actually unqualified. Now, let alone Immortal Master Xuanyuanzi, no other sect can accept Huanyin."

"Why?"

"No fate, no fate, means no immortal fate. No matter how high his character is, one year of hard training is equivalent to one day of cultivation for others. Do you think he still has a chance to become an immortal?"

The test results of Huanyin caused quite a stir, and people talked about it. They all felt incredible about such a result. You should know that those with no fate will be eliminated directly. Such a fate is too poor and not suitable for cultivating immortals. Even if other conditions are good, it is useless.

In the distance, Xuanyuanzi's expectant eyes suddenly became lost. Even with his determination after many years of enlightenment, he couldn't help shaking his head.

In the high place, Yue Qingfeng snorted coldly and laughed softly: "It's actually a waste, haha."

Ye Wuyou was on the side, holding his hands tightly, trembling all over, with veins bulging on his thin face, and flames seemed to be gushing out of his eyes, but he tried not to attack.

Shen Ling stood on the "Wuyong" Tao platform, constantly looking for Huan Yin's figure on the "Wuyuan" Tao platform, her little face full of worry.

Huan Yin stood on the "Wuyuan" Tao platform and lowered his head silently. He was so eager to cultivate immortals, and this desire rekindled his hope at the darkest moment of his life. When he was determined to be a top-grade mind in the first test, his blood was boiling. He wanted to prove himself and become an amazing immortal!

However, his burning blood was now extinguished. No fate, no fate, he actually has no fate to become an immortal, and cannot cultivate immortality. He thought of Wuyou and Shen Ling, but he never looked up to look at them again. He didn't dare. Wuyou and Shen Ling were both immortals. If he looked at them again, maybe they would hesitate and give up cultivating immortality with him, which would harm them. He wanted to hide himself in a corner where they couldn't see him, and then, when the immortal fate meeting was over, he would quietly leave here and never appear in front of them again.

"Hey, look, this is the child named Huanyin, alas, it's a pity that such a good child is a person with no fate like me." The people around Huanyin found him and whispered.

"Stand high, fall hard. This child has such a good heart, but he has no qualifications. It's really hard for him. I hope he won't think too much."

"This is fate, you have to accept it. I thought he was so powerful, but he turned out to be the same as us. It's better to go home and farm honestly."

Huanyin clenched his fists and then loosened them. Fate is so cruel, how can he resist it? If he is given a chance, he will definitely cultivate immortality. Even if he has no talent, as long as there is a chance, he will definitely be more diligent than others and do better than others. He believes that diligence can make up for shortcomings. However, fate really hits him again and again.

The test in the field is still going on, but Huan Yin no longer cares about it. He knows that he has been eliminated. What he has to do is to leave as soon as possible. Everything here has nothing to do with him anymore.

There has been no good talent in the subsequent tests. In the end, Wuyou and Yue Qingfeng became the best people this time.

"Now we are going to prepare for the entry selection of each sect. Those who have no talent, please leave first." After everyone's test was over, an immortal master climbed onto the high platform for testing qualifications and shouted loudly.

When Huan Yin heard this, he lowered his head and walked off the stage quickly as if he had been pardoned. He didn't want people to find him again. He wanted to disappear from here quickly. He didn't want to hear people talking about him anymore.

Many of the immortal masters who were watching looked over here and sighed when Huan Yin walked away.

Wuyou and Shen Ling were still looking for Huanyin among the people who had no fate, but there were so many people who had no fate that they couldn't find him. Until the people who had no fate left, Wuyou and Shen Ling knew that Huanyin didn't want to be found by them, and reluctantly gave up the search.

After Huanyin left the Xianyuan Club, he ran away. He kept running and ran a long way until he stopped at the moat outside Yangzhou City.

The wind blew and took away a glimmer of hope in his heart. Why is fate so bumpy, why is God so unfair to him.

He is just an eight-year-old child, how can he face such a series of blows. Huanyin wants to give up this life, he is really tired and painful. When he was in the Huan family, he had to face the oppression and blows of life with his young body and mind. Later, he met Wuyou, his brother, and he thought that his life would no longer be lonely from then on. Now, fate has taken Wuyou away from him again.

But if he really gives up this life, how can he live up to his father's expectations of him and Sister Jiujiu's dedication to him?

"Child, do you still want to cultivate immortality?" A sudden voice sounded from behind Huan Yin, and it seemed to be a familiar voice.

Huan Yin was startled, and turned around to see an old man in a golden Taoist robe standing behind him. He had kind eyes and white hair, and a youthful face. It was the old Taoist Ci Yuanling who saved him, Wuyou, and Shen Ling in the mountains that day.

"Old immortal." Huan Yin bowed down. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable intimacy with the old Taoist, and finally couldn't stop crying.

Ci Yuanling stepped forward to help Huan Yin up, squatted down, and wiped the tears from his face. It was the first time Huan Yin had such a close contact with the old man. There seemed to be an unfathomable depth in his kind eyes, and there were tens of millions of years of precipitation contained in it.

"You are only eight years old, but you have a strong heart and have gone through many hardships without giving up. I am not as good as you." The old man Ci Yuanling said softly.

"Old immortal, I can't cultivate immortality." Huan Yin said frustratedly.

"Child, what do you think your fate is?" the old man asked.

"It's tortuous and hard to find hope."

"What about that disabled person?"

Huan Yin thought about it, but didn't speak.

"You were eliminated by the Immortal Fate Association, but you just didn't have the chance to cultivate immortality this time. But has any immortal master ever said that you can't cultivate immortality without the aptitude?"

"But cultivating immortality without the aptitude is harder than ascending to heaven, and no immortal master has taken a fancy to me, so how can I cultivate immortality?"

"It is rumored that Lu Ya Zhenren of Ziyin Sect only had the aptitude when he first entered the Tao, and what is his achievement now?"

Huan Yin looked at the old man in disbelief, and the old man said: "Although aptitude is important, it is not the most important factor in cultivating immortality. The Tao is boundless, and it requires a boundless heart to encompass it. If there is an obsession with seeking the Tao in your heart, then the bad fate can be reversed. If the heart is limited, even if the aptitude is extraordinary, it is trapped in the heart."

"Old immortal, please teach me!" Huan Yin understood the old man's words and bowed down again.

"You are so young and you can understand it at once, it's rare!" The old man nodded and said approvingly.

"Go to the mountains east of Yangzhou City, where there is a river called Qingchuan. Go upstream along the west side of the river and find a huge black stone with countless sword marks on it. After finding this stone, wait there."

"What am I waiting for, old immortal." Huan Yin raised his head, but he didn't see the old man. Only a sentence came from afar: "Qingchuan Stone in Qingchuan River, Wuliang Chi under Wuliang Mountain."

Huan Yin bowed to the sky again, and then stood up. The old man's words were still in his ears. Although his fate was rough, there were still people who were worse than him.

The book said: "The sword is sharpened by grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." As long as you don't give up, there is hope.

He straightened his clothes, washed off his tears by the moat, and returned to the city again.

After some inquiries, Huan Yin knew how to get to Qingchuan River, ate a few steamed buns, and walked into the mountains.

Qingchuan River, named for its clear green water, is a small river outside Yangzhou City, not far from Wuliangmen, the smallest sect of immortal cultivation in Yangzhou. Huanyin walked out of the east gate, headed east, crossed the narrow fields, and gradually walked into the mountains.

After a while, Huanyin found Qingchuan River. The clear river water reflected colorful light in the sun, sprinkled on Huanyin's body. Huanyin followed the old man's instructions and went upstream along the west side of the river. Not long after, he found the stone.

This black boulder is as tall as two people. It stands by the river, much higher than the river bank, and can be seen from a distance. There are countless grooves and scratches on the boulder, some of which are more than a foot deep, and some are so shallow that they are difficult to distinguish.

"This is the sword mark that the old immortal said." Huanyin thought to himself as he touched the marks on the stone.

Who made these sword marks, especially those sword marks that were more than a foot deep - perhaps they should be called sword pits - what kind of sharp sword could pierce so deep.

"Immortal sword!" Huan Yin suddenly thought.

"The old immortal guided me to worship a sword immortal as my teacher!" Thinking of this, Huan Yin couldn't help but get excited. He immediately sat down under a green pine not far from the stone and waited silently.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Huan Yin waited silently from morning to night. After a long time, until night fell, not to mention the sword immortal, even mortals did not pass by this place. He was sleepy, cold and hungry, shivering all over, but he insisted on not leaving. He wanted to cultivate immortality, and these hardships were nothing.

Huan Yin waited quietly like this, he didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid that if he took a nap, the immortal fate would slip away from him. He thought that there would definitely be a sword immortal flying from the sky and accepting him as a disciple.

In this way, Huanyin waited for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, but no immortal appeared. In the middle of the third night, it rained heavily, and the rain splashed on Huanyin's body, making him curl up in the cold. Gradually, his young body could no longer hold on and fainted under the tree.

Huanyin had a miserable life. Will there be a blessing from God? Please listen to the next chapter for details! Thank you for reading, ten thousand bows!