The seven people cursed and fled in seven different directions, without even a thought of resistance.
They are not Fang Ruotang; they cannot kill people of a higher level. It is already a stroke of luck that they were able to escape from the attacks of the Mahayana stage.
But since Qi Yu had said such a thing, how could he let them escape? The moment they separated, Qi Yu's clone also appeared.
Like her, there was also Old Ancestor Qin.
The clone is one realm lower than the original body, but it is more than enough to stop those who are tracking them.
The battle ended quickly; Old Ancestor Qin stopped four, and Qi Yu stopped three.
Although the two were at the same level, Ancestor Qin broke through earlier and her cultivation was more stable. Moreover, she made her move before Qi Yu.
With the crisis resolved, Qi Yu and Qin Laozu received a warm welcome from the Prime Minister's residence, where they were treated to food from the mortal realm.
They were a little confused, but they didn't show it.
Meanwhile, the Prime Minister's residence naturally adopted the highest standards of hospitality for distinguished guests.
However, there were no spiritual foods or fruits at home, and Fang Ruotang would ask her family to replenish them every few days. They didn't realize that other cultivators were different from Fang Ruotang and didn't eat these things.
Elder Wu was also present, but didn't say anything in particular. In any case, the sect leader would definitely thank the two of them in the end, and besides, the two of them already had many connections with the Tianyi Sect.
Qin Laozu didn't mention it, but it was Qi Yu's duty to take action; otherwise, why would he be worshipped by the entire Tianyi Sect?
Fang Ruotang also saw from the small mirror that the battle was over. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her speed did not slow down.
"My lord, their spiritual roots are all excellent. Remember to strip them of their spiritual roots before killing them," the little mirror suddenly reminded him.
Fang Ruotang hadn't thought about such things for a long time.
After all, she has other ways to purify her spiritual roots and doesn't need to kill people to steal treasures.
However, after being startled by what Xiao Jingzi said, he immediately agreed.
Okay, you're smart enough to remember this kind of thing.
Of course, it's about making use of waste.
Those who can break through to the Tribulation Transcending stage are all incredibly talented.
But since it was Fang Ruotang's first time doing something like this, she asked with some concern.
[They're all incredibly wicked; won't their spiritual roots be corrupted? And won't those who use their spiritual roots become corrupted as well?]
After all, if Fang Ruotang were to get seven sets of spiritual roots for free, she would definitely prioritize exchanging them for her family members, and then her family members would all become heartless and insane.
What should she do?
To kill or not to kill.
She couldn't bring herself to kill him.
She couldn't bear to kill them, but she also couldn't bear to see innocent people die at their hands; her conscience wouldn't allow it.
[No, spiritual roots only affect a cultivator's cultivation progress, not their temperament. Bad traits are mostly innate, with a few caused by their environment, but most are only slightly wicked. As for these seven, who are utterly wicked, only True Person Renwei could challenge them.]
Among the seven, two used the fear of mortals to enhance their magical artifacts: one targeted young women, and the other targeted children.
They will kill them when they are most fearful and helpless.
[Ascending to a higher realm involves mental tribulations. Why are there so many wicked cultivators in this world who disregard cause and effect?]
Fang Ruotang knew that there must be many more like these seven people.
Because there are no other paths to advancement in this world, these people resort to crooked methods to seize an opportunity for ascension.
Fang Ruotang: ...
[Without legitimate channels, you still want to resort to underhanded methods?]
[We can't just wait to die. They've already reached their level; who would willingly accept dying like this?]
The little mirror looked at the lives of the seven people more carefully than Fang Ruotang. These words were not his own ideas, but rather things that almost all seven people had said.
Fang Ruotang didn't understand, and gave up trying to understand.
She rushed to the Prime Minister's residence of Dayong.
The Prime Minister's residence has now returned to its normal routine.
She rode a dragon, circling and hovering above the Prime Minister's residence, making a great commotion. Many people looked up when she jumped down.
Even some of the people who were hiding saw her.
Fang Ruotang has good hearing and can hear their excited voices.
"The Imperial Advisor is here! The Imperial Advisor has really come! I knew she wouldn't abandon us."
"What? The Grand Preceptor is so late. The battlefield is already over."
"That's right, it's all the Grand Preceptor's fault. If she had come out sooner, my man wouldn't have died."
"If she hadn't provoked these people, we wouldn't be in this mess."
A few complaints arose, but they were quickly met with a barrage of rebuttals.
"Are you out of your mind! The two immortals who appeared later were clearly reinforcements invited by the Grand Preceptor. Otherwise, do you think they were people you summoned?"
"That's right, the Grand Preceptor is so kind! My son said that real cultivation sects would never accept a disciple with such poor talent as him, but the Grand Preceptor is different. As long as you are a citizen of Dayong and have the spiritual root for cultivation, even if you have poor talent, he will give you a chance."
"That's right, that's right. My son Cen also went to Tianyi Sect. He said that the two new sects that the Grand Preceptor has taken over are filled with incredibly powerful disciples. There are no people with such low cultivation levels like them."
"That's right! You, who eat with your bowl in hand and then curse as soon as you put it down, really deserve to die. You don't deserve to live in Dayong. Get out, get out."
"What? Someone in your family has joined the Tianyi Sect, of course you'll say that! If it weren't for the Grand Preceptor, this disaster wouldn't have happened."
"Fellow villagers, this man is speaking ill of the Imperial Preceptor. Let's throw him out, throw him out!"
When someone raises their arms in a call to action, others immediately respond.
The group of people who were dissatisfied with Fang Ruotang immediately panicked and started to refute her at the same time.
"Why should I be allowed to leave? I am a native of Dayong. I have lived in Shangjing since my grandfather's generation. Why should you drive me away?"
"Get out, get out of our Great Yong right now, or I'll go to the yamen to report you, and when the Empress finds out, she'll chop off your heads."
"That's right. If you're dissatisfied, you don't deserve to live in the capital, and you don't deserve to take advantage of the Tianyi Sect. Get out of here right now, get out of here."
Fang Ruotang listened to this scene with a cold expression and did not intervene.
She was very unhappy because of the few people who questioned her.
She had so many leftover pills, which she put into the sect. On the first and fifteenth of each month, the disciples of Tianyi Sect would melt down the pills and distribute them to the people who came to the sect.
When ordinary people come to him for help, he never acts superior and drives them away; instead, he helps them as much as he can.
It can be said that all the people around the capital are ordinary mortals who are free from illness and pain and are most likely to develop spiritual roots for cultivation.
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