C5 Chance

After the old man heard what Han Yan said, he revealed a faint smile and asked: "What's your name?"

"My name is Han Yan." Han Yan had a very good impression of the old man who had helped him before, and his tone of voice was very polite as well.

The old man stood up and walked towards Han Yan. Walking in front of him, he said: "Not everyone can cultivate. Your spiritual root is too weak;

Han Yan caught up to him and asked: "Grandfather, although I will not get any results from cultivating, but can I still cultivate right?"

When those words were said, all the children in the courtyard looked at the old man, waiting for his answer.

The old man stroked his beard, and his eyes became serious. After a moment, he slowly said, "Do you know what cultivation is?" Do you know why I made him take the examination even though I knew he stole your immortal destiny? "

Han Yan shook his head in a daze.

The old man continued, "A thief is a cultivator, a thief is an immortal, a thief takes the fortune of the world, a cultivator is a cultivator. A thief is an immortal, a thief takes the fortune of the world, a cultivator is a cultivator, a cultivator is a cultivator, a cultivator is a cultivator, a thief is a god, a thief is a god, a

After pausing for a moment, the old man continued, "You don't have spiritual root, so if you want to cultivate, the difficulty is hundreds of thousands of times higher than others. Give up, child.

Han Yan didn't know how to leave the Orthodox Academy's branch, nor did he know how to return to the Han Residence. That memory seemed to have been cut out from his mind. After returning to the Han Residence, Han Yan sealed himself in his room. Other than eating, he did not contact anyone else.

On the morning of the second day, Han Fei went to his room, kicked open the door, and said angrily: "When are you going back?"

Han Yan sat on the chair in a daze, his eyes seemed to lose focus, as if he had become an idiot.

When Han Fei saw this, he became even more furious and shouted sternly, "Han Yan, get out of here quickly. Everyone outside knows that the Han Residence has taken in a beggar."

Han Yan suddenly raised his head, looked at Han Fei and laughed: "You really want me to leave?"

"It's not that I want you to go, but are you, a mountainous person, worthy of living in such a good house?" Han Fei was still a child after all, so he did not have any sense of propriety when he spoke.

"Alright, I'll go!" Without saying a word, Han Yan quickly ran out the door.

Looking at Han Yan's figure in the distance, Han Fei coldly snorted, and ridiculed: "You want to cultivate to become an immortal? If I were you, I would have died a long time ago."

Han Yan heard the voice from behind him, a look of determination flashed past his face, and then he said: "Cultivating immortality, I do not believe that if you can't cultivate immortality, your immortal destiny is mine, no one can take it away."

Two hours later, Han Yan arrived at the plaza once again. At the moment, the plaza was still filled with a sea of people, with a sea of heads and countless of parents waiting for his son to come out. Han Yan had already made up his mind. Under everyone's doubtful gazes, he walked step by step towards the main gate of the Orthodoxy's altar. Arriving in front of the door, the two disciples of the Orthodoxy clearly recognized him. They said in surprise, "Why did you come again?"

Han Yan did not reply as he knelt down before the door.

This was the first time the two disciples saw such a scene, they were stunned, and did not know what Han Yan was trying to say.

One of them said harshly, "This is an important place of the Orthodoxy. Leave quickly."

The other person seemed to be able to see through Han Yan's intentions, and advised, "Little brother, even if you kneel here and die, you still won't be chosen as a disciple of the Orthodoxy. Hurry up and leave!"

Han Yan gratefully looked at the disciple who spoke up for him, and decisively said: "I am not leaving, although I do not know how to cultivate, but I understand, no matter what I do, I must have a firm will and determination." As he spoke, he heavily knocked on the door three times. After the third hit, his forehead was completely red, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

The person who shouted at Han Yan in a low voice was also moved by his determination. He pointed to a nearby side door and said: "There are too many people here every day, so it's inconvenient for you to kneel here. Go over there!" The other person did not try to persuade him either. He could already see from Han Yan's eyes how resolute this fifteen-year-old child's will was.

It was a dark, cloudy night. The stars and the moon were nowhere to be seen, and there was not a trace of light in the night sky.

A fierce wind blew, and the oil lamp hanging in front of the gate of the branch of the Orthodoxy swayed in the wind. It seemed as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Han Yan had been kneeling here for three days and three nights already. In these three days, he had not moved an inch, and did not even touch a drop of water. When he thought of his gradually aging parents, how his feelings had betrayed him, how Han Fei had not only seized his immortal destiny, but had also been chosen to join the Tianming Sect, he told himself that he couldn't sleep, couldn't sleep, and had to persevere.

Faith is a terrible thing. It can enlarge a person's perseverance to an unimaginable degree.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the follower who had advised Han Yan before walked out, a bowl of piping hot soup in his hands. When he saw Han Yan trembling under the night breeze, he hurriedly walked in front of him and said, "Little brother, drink this!" If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a fifteen-year-old child could persist until now. Just what was it that made him have such determination?

Han Yan's closed eyes slowly opened. He had not eaten for three days, and his face was completely pale. Looking at the steaming hot soup, he really wanted to drink it, but he resisted and said gratefully, "Uncle, thank you. I won't drink it."

"Boom!" A streak of lightning streaked across the horizon, followed by the sound of thunder. White bolts of lightning flashed as if they were going to tear the entire sky apart. After the sound of thunder, a light rain began to fall. The rain became heavier and heavier, and the heaven and earth became hazy. Under the wind, the rain fell before the big doors, falling on Han Yan's body.

Han Yan's clothes were already soaked, and stuck tightly to his body, it was indescribably cold.

However, the coldness on his body was nothing compared to the coldness in his heart. Liu Xihan's words echoed in his heart.

Why couldn't he hold his own love? Why could a general affect his life and death? Wasn't he powerless to resist?

Thinking to this point, the coolness on Han Yan's body lessened, and the faith in his eyes burned hotter. He fell to his knees, head bowed, motionless.

At this moment, it was as though he was the only existence left in this world.

After an unknown period of time, Han Yan finally saw a figure appear in front of him. He turned his head and saw that it was the old man in red clothes.

The elder sighed, "You're heavily injured, yet you're still able to persevere like this. This perseverance cannot be compared to ordinary people."

Han Yan did not speak, he stared at the old man, that was his last hope.

The old man was moved by Han Yan and said slowly: "You want to cultivate to become an immortal?"

Han Yan nodded, and still did not speak.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Whatever, since you insist, I'll give you a chance! But let's put it this way, even if you go, you may not even be able to become a disciple of the sect. "

After hearing those words, the icy coldness on Han Yan's body disappeared without a trace. He used his last bit of strength to say, "Immortal, as long as you bring me along, I will definitely work hard. I will definitely …" He was too tired to eat for three days and three nights. This was not something a fifteen-year-old child could handle. After saying this, he fainted onto the ground.

The old man sighed again. With a wave of his long sleeve, a gust of violent wind landed on Han Yan's body, and carried him into the altar of the Orthodoxy.

Han Yan was brought by the elder to a guest room.

Looking at Han Yan who was on the bed, the old man sighed, "Who would have thought! The Pill I gave you, you gave it to someone else. Forget it, since the heavens allowed me to meet him, then it would be fated for me to save his life! "