"This woman is truly skilled. She remained unfazed by the man's power and remained neither humble nor arrogant. She's definitely extraordinary." Sui Yi was delighted with her newfound interest and planned to make friends with her after finishing what she was doing.

The auction ended, but no one left. Instead, they all waited together, eager to see if the elixir was as effective as people had claimed. Although it had nothing to do with them personally, they could still enjoy the spectacle and have it as fodder for conversation later.

After a long while, a handsome young man lifted the curtain and came out, accompanied by many guards, each of whom looked quite strong.

"Whose scion is this?" It's an unfamiliar face; I don't recognize him.

"Is this young master the recipient of the elixir?"

Miss Ya walked over and asked politely.

"Um!"

"May I ask if you could have it appraised, sir?" Miss Ya asked hesitantly.

"No need. Everyone has heard of me. I am Rong Qingzhuo, the third young master of the Rong family!"

"Well……"

"It was him, the Rong family member who was born with no talent for cultivation."

"No wonder, it wouldn't be surprising if it were him!"

"Yes! Apart from the third young master, everyone in the family is famous in the cultivation world. Come to think of it, cultivators live much longer than ordinary people. It would be hard for anyone to accept that they are living a good life while their own child dies of old age!"

"So...should we all get tested?"

"No need, no need!" The people below the stage stopped joking. The Rong family was not to be trifled with, and besides, he was well-known. Everyone knew he had no spiritual root, so there was no need for testing!

"Very well! Please take this pill on the spot, young master." Without saying another word, Miss Ya handed him the jade bottle.

"Are there any side effects?" He raised his eyelids expressionlessly and asked.

"This... they didn't say!"

"No! I will take responsibility for any consequences!" As soon as Miss Ya finished speaking, Sui Yi spoke in an aged voice, sounding like an ancient and otherworldly old man.

"Alright!" The young master was a straightforward man. He glanced at the guard beside him, sat cross-legged on the ground, uncorked the bottle, poured out the pill, and put it in his mouth. The pill melted instantly in his mouth, and almost at the same time, he felt his body begin to heat up, a warm current drilling into his body.

Everyone in the audience, including those on the second floor, instinctively held their breath, staring intently, afraid of missing any detail.

Gradually, Rong Qingzhuo felt the warm currents flowing through his body, washing over every bone and limb, a feeling of unparalleled comfort. Soon after, the heat began to gather in his lower abdomen, making him feel increasingly hot, and sweat beaded on his face! After the initial comfort, an unbearable itch shot through his stomach. If it weren't for his unwavering courage and determination, he probably would have been writhing on the floor in agony!

The reputation of being a useless person and having a useless body over the years seems to have strengthened my resolve. If... if this elixir is real, then I can finally escape being considered worthless and stop my parents and brother from being ridiculed. I must persevere, I must endure, for my family, and even more so for myself.

Rong Qingzhuo was drenched in sweat, beads of sweat streaming down his back, soaking his white shirt. His guards also looked tense.

After a long while, seeing that he hadn't made any other move, a man flew down from the second floor, looking anxious. Judging from his appearance, he was the eldest son of the Rong family.

"The rumors were indeed true. This Third Young Master Rong is deeply loved by his family. I guess it won't be long before the entire Rong family arrives."

"Of course, how could they not be there to witness such a historic moment! And if the elixir is faulty, then they can make the necessary preparations, right?"

...

The audience below whispered amongst themselves. Unlike the tension on stage, Sui Yi leisurely sipped her tea, occasionally glancing down at the crowd. She already understood Rong Qingzhuo's reaction. Judging from his almost fiery expression, his innate spiritual root was indeed fire-attribute. However, this spiritual root wasn't innate; it grew inside his stomach. That feeling must have been unpleasant. Anyone who had something that didn't belong to them growing inside their stomach would probably want to die for it.

Judging from Rong San Gongzi's character, he is definitely the kind of person with a strong and resilient personality. Most people couldn't bear that kind of suffering, but he only reacted as expected, without any other reaction. When he grows up, he will definitely be a remarkable person.

Rong Qingzhuo's stomach is no longer among the ranks of cultivators, so he cannot see the red spiritual root growing on his lower abdomen. This spiritual root is newly sprouted, and its shape and size look like a new bud emerging in spring.

A commotion arose, and the crowd below the stage jostled as several people moved closer to the stage and eventually walked up. People made way for them, and judging from their demeanor, it was clear who they were.

These are the Rong family members. Of course, how could they be absent from such an important event!

"How envious! That good-for-nothing from the Rong family was born into a good family. If it were anyone else, he would have been strangled long ago!"

"Why can't I be so lucky?" The people in the audience felt envious and resentful.

"How is it?" Madam Rong asked, clutching her husband's clothes and looking at her eldest son.

"It should be nearing its end, right?" He didn't know.

"Are you stupid? Don't you know how to use your spiritual power to probe?" After saying that, she began to probe her youngest son with her spiritual energy. The eldest brother of the Rong family tried to stop her but it was too late. Before Rong's mother's spiritual energy could even reach him, she was bounced back by a force and shuddered. She looked up at her husband.

“This… Zhuo’er has a protective shield around her.”

"Hmm! Let's wait and see! If something seems amiss, then we'll take action. I see Zhuo'er's body is flushed; he might have developed a fire spirit root." This middle-aged man, as expected of the head of the family, was calm, collected, and had a sharp eye.

"Fire Spirit Root?" Madam Rong then carefully observed her son's condition and felt relieved; concern can cloud judgment.

"Ugh~!" Rong Qingzhuo groaned softly, the flush on her body fading as she slowly opened her eyes. She wiped the sweat from her face and slowly stood up, supporting herself with one hand on the ground.

"Zhuo'er, young master!" they all called out in unison.

"Father, Mother, Eldest Brother, Second Sister, why are you all here?" Rong Qingzhuo looked up and saw the concern and nervousness on his family members' faces.

How are you feeling?

"I... I feel warm, relaxed, and energetic right now."

"Really? Let me see." Father Rong excitedly walked over, took his hand, and guided his spiritual energy towards his dantian. As expected, he found a red spiritual root inside, though it was still very small and needed nurturing. He withdrew his spiritual energy, his eyes slightly red as he looked at his child, who had suffered so much criticism and insults since childhood. His lips twitched, he patted his shoulder, and turned away.