"this……"
Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen was speechless with astonishment, truly stunned.
His master's background was far more impressive than he had imagined. The offspring of two immortals was so talented and gifted that it would be unreasonable for him not to be extraordinary.
However, at this moment, the master's background was no longer his main concern. Instead, the high threshold for achieving the Immortal-grade pulse was so high that it made him despair.
Creating your own scriptures allows you to read more Taoist texts, spend some time accumulating knowledge, and perhaps suddenly have an epiphany, creating a scripture that suits you.
But where can one find such a naturally gifted celestial body? You are either born with it or you are not.
"Are you feeling desperate?"
Looking at the ever-changing expressions on Feng Bingwen's face, Zhao Junxian found it amusing and asked with a smile.
"It's not hopeless. If there's no hope of becoming an immortal, then let's settle for second best and try to become a first-grade immortal. It's not like there's no chance of becoming an immortal."
Feng Bingwen frankly admitted that it wasn't that he didn't work hard, but rather that God didn't give him the opportunity.
"Such a mindset is what one would expect from a seeker of the Way!"
Zhao Junxian nodded in approval, her gaze towards Feng Bingwen growing increasingly appreciative, seemingly satisfied with every move he made.
"However, you are mistaken about one thing. It is not only the offspring of immortals who have the opportunity to open the immortal meridians. In ancient times, there are records of sages opening immortal meridians with mortal bodies."
"Teacher, how did the ancient sages achieve this?"
"An opportunity!"
"ah?"
"By consuming innate spiritual substances, one can seize the creation of heaven and earth and reverse the innate Dao body from the acquired mortal body."
"A primordial spiritual object, there must be very few of these!"
Even without knowing anything about it, Feng Bingwen knew from the name alone that such a heaven-defying item was extremely rare.
"Naturally, there aren't many. In the Nine Continents of the human race, there are only three innate spiritual roots. Of these, only one will bear fruit containing innate energy. That is the Chaos Golden Lotus of the Taiqing Dao Sect. This Chaos Golden Lotus bears fruit once every three thousand years, and each time it bears only nine lotus seeds."
"Um, Master, I would like to ask if the Taiqing Dao Sect has any extra lotus seeds?"
Feng Bingwen's heart began to stir restlessly again. He rubbed his hands together and asked the teacher.
"The lotus seeds produced by this Chaos Golden Lotus can be used to refine immortal pills. This pill is called the Ascension Pill. Do you think the Taiqing Dao Sect would have any of these lotus seeds left over?"
"I don't think there will be any left over."
Feng Bingwen shook his head, but he was still unwilling to give up.
"Master, when will the Chaos Golden Lotus bear fruit again?"
"The golden lotus fruit was formed two thousand years ago. The next time, we'll have to wait another thousand years."
Zhao Junxian replied with a smile.
"In a thousand years, the ashes of ordinary people would have turned into mud by now!"
Feng Bingwen was speechless.
"What are the other two innate spiritual roots?"
"The Enlightenment Tea Tree, and the Heaven-Stealing Immortal Vine!"
Zhao Junxian answered all questions.
"Aren't there leaves here?"
Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up.
"The leaves of these two spiritual roots are only rich in spiritual energy. Even if you chew all the leaves raw, you will at most increase your cultivation level or gain some insights into the Great Dao. It will not change your physique unless you eat more than half of them, roots and leaves included. However, if you do that, you should be prepared to be hunted down by three or more True Immortals."
"Isn't this a complete loss of hope?"
Feng Bingwen immediately felt discouraged, his mood fluctuating several times, wondering if the young master was playing a trick on him.
"No, you should know that these three spiritual roots are only what is visible. I have consulted the classics, made statistics, and read through the annals of our human race. Since the first true immortal of the human race descended to earth, there have been a total of twelve innate spiritual roots that have fallen into the hands of our human race's immortals. Now there are only three, and nine of them have been lost and their whereabouts are unknown."
"It's not necessarily lost; it's just that some immortals acquired it without making it public."
Feng Bingwen pondered that the principle of not flaunting wealth also applies to the cultivation world. Innate spiritual roots are beneficial to the cultivation of immortals, so they are naturally coveted. If one does not have sufficient strength, one may only invite disaster.
"That's roughly the case, but I can be certain that there must be some innate spiritual roots in this world that are still unclaimed, waiting for a destined person to arrive in some blessed land."
Zhao Junxian acknowledged Feng Bingwen's conjecture, but also put forward a more exciting one.
"An unclaimed innate spiritual root?"
Feng Bingwen stroked his chin, worried he might drool; even immortals would crave this.
"Even if it were possible, it wouldn't be my turn!"
"If we're talking about strength, you're naturally out of the running, but if we're talking about luck, then it's hard to say."
Zhao Junxian's words were quite profound; in his eyes, Feng Bingwen was a person with great fortune.
If he wants to build his foundation with an immortal body, he might be able to obtain a primordial spiritual root and, with the help of its power, transcend the mortal realm and become an immortal.
"Luck is too ethereal and unreliable."
Feng Bingwen quickly shook his head. He knew his own luck. It was better to accumulate more good deeds, like 100,000 or 200,000, and make a wish in the Heavenly Book. That would be more reliable.
"Luck is indeed ethereal and elusive, yet it truly exists; even immortals acknowledge this."
"If we just wait for a pie to fall from the sky, how long will that take? Does cultivation mean waiting for God to feed us?"
Feng Bingwen still disagreed, arguing that even a true chosen one would be killed and have his fortune stolen if he were so lazy.
"If you don't want to wait for God to feed you, then you have to fight for it yourself! There are more than twelve spiritual roots in this world."
"How many are there?"
"The Great Derivation Number is forty-nine!"
"So many?" Feng Bingwen was somewhat delighted, feeling that he still had a chance.
"In reality, only a dozen or so are publicly known, and the vast majority of innate spiritual roots remain unknown to the public."
"Even with so many innate spiritual roots, how can I compete for them if I don't cultivate?"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but shake his head. Isn't this just a vicious cycle?
I want to achieve the Immortal Foundation Establishment level, but I need to have innate spiritual roots.
Then go ahead and rob it!
However, to obtain innate spiritual roots, one must possess the strength of an immortal.
Then cultivate yourself!
To be destined to become an immortal, one must have an immortal foundation.
An unsolvable loop.
Yeah, right!
"It's just that I can't cultivate the path of immortality; there are still other paths to choose from in this world!"
Zhao Junxian smiled.
"What other path can we take?"
"Martial Arts!"
The ethereal, otherworldly young man before him gave Feng Bingwen an answer that surprised him.
"Martial arts?"
"Surprised? Your master cultivates both immortal and martial arts!"
"I just didn't expect that you, Master, who looks like a young master from a noble family, would actually practice martial arts."
Feng Bingwen spoke sincerely; the young man before him was truly unlike the martial arts heroes he usually encountered who cultivated their physiques to be burly and robust.
"I am the thirteenth disciple of the Martial Ancestor of the Human Race!"
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