Chapter 14
"Are there any disciples from the Discipline Hall present?" Wen Wan asked, glancing around.
A man dressed in a white crane feather robe stepped out from the crowd and politely cupped his hands in greeting: "I am He Si, a disciple of the Discipline Hall. May I ask what guidance this junior sister has for me?"
"I want to report that Huashan Sect disciple Liu Ruotong and her female disciple are spreading rumors, ruining my reputation, and causing me to lose my will to cultivate and want to die."
Wen Wan, who was determined to die, continued, "Please pass on these words to your Discipline Hall elders without missing a single one. I am not afraid of making a big fuss, but those who have a guilty conscience are."
Her words were gentle yet pointed.
Shen Jing and Liu Ruotong turned pale: They'd really messed up.
“Senior Brother He… this is such a small matter, there’s no need for the elders to intervene.” Liu Ruotong said cautiously, “Junior Sister Song was a bit impulsive, but we can handle this ourselves.”
He Si pretended not to understand her implied meaning, smiled politely at her, and said in a proper manner, "Junior Sister Liu is joking. Recording the requests of each disciple is the job of us disciples of the Discipline Hall."
He Ting was quite perceptive. Wen Wan gave him an appreciative look and said, "Alright, you two can continue chatting. I'm going to eat."
Wen Wan didn't even glance at Liu Ruotong, and the others consciously made way for her.
“Junior Sister Liu, don’t be afraid of trouble. She’s the one who did wrong, not you. Since she doesn’t repent, let the Discipline Hall seek justice for you. You don’t need to plead for her anymore.” The disciples watching supported Liu Ruotong.
"Yes, it's like the thief crying 'stop thief!' Since she's already handed herself over to the Discipline Hall, Senior Sister Liu, you shouldn't worry about her. This kind of person doesn't appreciate kindness."
Amidst the cacophony of voices, Liu Ruotong could only stiffly express her gratitude, indicating that she understood and hoped the Discipline Hall wouldn't punish her too severely, since perhaps Junior Sister Song's mistake was unintentional.
"Uncle Zhong—I'm hungry!" Wen Wan went straight to the kitchen to find Uncle Zhong: "Besides steamed buns, is there anything else good to eat? I'm tired of eating steamed buns every day."
"Oh, little Wenwan." Uncle Zhong always beamed with joy whenever he saw her, and she realized that Uncle Zhong was really too good to her.
Uncle Zhong slammed the knife onto the cutting board: "There's another sea bass. Go wait in the back, Uncle Zhong will make you steamed sea bass, I guarantee it will be delicious."
"Okay."
After the meal.
"Uncle Zhong, I want to ask you, what's going on with my spiritual root?" She couldn't wait to know the answer, and her intuition told her that Uncle Zhong definitely knew more than Aunt Yue.
Uncle Zhong had long anticipated that Wen Wan would ask her this question sooner or later. Who among those who came here didn't want to cultivate? But the truth was too cruel.
Uncle Zhong thought for a moment and decided to conceal part of the truth: "Have you ever heard of 'Zhaoxin'?"
“Zhaoxin?” Wen Wan thought for a moment: “The Zhaoxin that is said to grant the world to those who possess it?”
Uncle Zhong nodded approvingly.
"Uncle Zhong, do you mean that Zhao Xin can solve my spiritual root problem?" Wen Wan asked excitedly. She had read countless ancient books over the past ten years but had not found a solution. She wished she had come to ask Uncle Zhong sooner!
Uncle Zhong pondered for a moment and finally nodded, saying to her solemnly, "However, Zhao Xin is just a rumor, so don't have too high hopes."
"Also, the uniqueness of your spiritual root is a secret that belongs to you. You must not let anyone else know about it, lest someone with malicious intent try to replace your spiritual root, understand?"
Wenwan nodded solemnly.
Some people have poor spiritual roots and will try to transfer good spiritual roots to themselves.
Of course, only those with extremely high innate spiritual roots will have a chance of being noticed.
Wen Wan knew her spiritual root was of the highest quality, feeling as if her spiritual power was about to overflow at any moment, but unfortunately, she couldn't use it at all. However, if someone with ill intentions knew about her spiritual root, they would probably dig it out and try to transplant it into someone else to see if it would work.
She does have this sense of crisis.
However, it's not a big problem. She can't use her spiritual power, and she should try not to use her special abilities. Fortunately, Lin Zhu taught her a move that is enough to deal with a Golden Core cultivator.
As for why I was so good at fighting last time, of course it was because I secretly added some superpowers, but those idiots couldn't tell.
After leaving Mingxiang Pavilion, she went straight to Cangjin Pavilion.
Firstly, she wanted to learn more about Zhaoxin; secondly, she wanted to know if her spiritual root had ever been recorded and if there were any other solutions; and thirdly, the reasons why cultivators fall into demonic possession!
Chu Yun's whereabouts are unknown, and the more she knows, the more she can help.
The Huashan Sect's Hidden Treasure Pavilion has ten floors, but outer disciples can only see the first five floors.
The first five floors contained only daily practice techniques and some common historical accounts. Wen Wan couldn't find any useful books or scrolls, and she was stopped when she went up to the sixth floor.
“Junior sister, only the first five floors of the Hidden Treasure Pavilion are open to disciples below the ordinary level. You can only enter the floors above once you officially become an ordinary disciple,” said Senior Brother Hanlin, who was in charge of managing the sixth floor.
Wen Wan thought to herself, "Why is reading books divided into different classes?"
Considering that it was his senior brother's duty to stop him, he patiently asked, "Senior brother, once I become an ordinary disciple, I can freely enter levels six through ten, right?"
"Of course not." Because guarding the Scripture Pavilion is usually quite leisurely, the senior brothers of the Hanlin Academy are very patient. When they encounter disciples who do not understand the rules, they are happy to explain to them: "The first to fifth floors of the Scripture Pavilion are open to all non-disciples of this sect. Just do not damage the books. If you do damage them, it is fine. They are just ordinary books. You can just pay for them at the price."
"The sixth to eighth floors are accessible to inner disciples and above. Inside, there are many historical records about the sect and some unique martial arts techniques."
"Entry to the ninth floor is permitted only with the permission of an elder or sect leader, or the top ten in the sect competition have a three-month period of free access. Inside are many valuable books and scrolls."
"As for the tenth floor, it mainly contains extremely rare and unique books. Most of them have been copied on the ninth floor, as well as some forbidden books."
"The tenth floor is not under the management of any sect; it is guarded by the sect spirit. One can freely enter and exit once one gains its approval."
After explaining, the senior student said to her, "Actually, there is no need to enter the tenth level. The books in the first nine levels have already taught us how to use them."
"Senior brother, thank you for answering my question." Wen Wan smiled and handed him a high-grade spirit spring fruit to express her gratitude.
"Junior sister, you mustn't," Senior Brother Hanlin waved his hand, "This is too precious."
Spiritual Spring Fruit is a good thing for healing and recovery, and it's a high-grade Spiritual Spring Fruit. It's too precious. How could his few words be worth such a precious thing? Is this junior sister ignorant or just rich and foolish?
The foolish and rich Wen Wan simply stuffed the Spirit Mountain Fruit into his hand. She had plenty of good things to offer, so she didn't care about this one: "This item is indeed valuable, but it's only wise to take advantage of a good deal. Senior brother, just take it without worry."
Brother Wang.Ba.Dan: ...
Let's just say she gave the bonus to her senior brother Hanlin on behalf of Aunt Yue.
"By the way, senior brother, when is the next sect competition? How do we participate?"
She'll have to see what's on floors six through eight. She believes she'll find what she's looking for on floors nine through ten.
"Junior Sister, you can go to Elder Meng of Green Mountain Peak to register now. Elder Meng will be in charge of the sect competition."
Senior Brother Hanlin asked her to wait a moment, then lit a talisman, made a hand seal, and said to her, "Elder Meng is in the Mission Hall now. Go straight east from the Hidden Gold Pavilion and you will arrive in 500 meters."
After saying that, he looked at her apologetically and said, "Because of my duty, I cannot leave here easily, otherwise I would have taken you there directly."
He felt guilty for accepting gifts and eating food from others, as Wen Wan had given him far too much.
"Thank you, senior brother. I know the way."
This senior brother is a very honest person, not bad at all.
Wen Wan successfully found Elder Meng's location in the mission hall. The disciples in front were responsible for registering the participants, while Elder Meng was responsible for supervising from behind. His expression was solemn, creating a tense atmosphere for everyone present. Everyone lined up obediently, with occasional familiar disciples whispering and discussing among themselves.
"Wen Wan, an outer disciple." Finally, it was her turn. Wen Wan truthfully gave her name, and Song Wenuan didn't want to see Wen Wan off anymore.
"Cultivation level?" the disciple registering asked without looking up.
Why reveal your cultivation level? How can you fight like that? Isn't it a sure win for the one with higher cultivation?
However, disciples participate in sect competitions primarily to train themselves. Being assigned to various opponents allows them to hone their skills and break through their limitations.
"I have no cultivation, I rely entirely on swordsmanship," Wen Wan replied coldly, seemingly displeased that her weakness had been exposed in front of everyone.
Upon hearing her answer, everyone couldn't help but look at her suspiciously, as if to say: You dare to sign up without any spiritual power? Isn't this just asking for trouble?
Even the disciples registering the competition raised their esteemed heads to look at her and confirm the situation. After learning that she indeed had no cultivation, they looked at Elder Meng with some uncertainty: "Elder Meng, this junior sister's situation is special. Should she be included in the competition registration?"
Elder Meng glanced at Wen Wan, and seeing her determination to sign up, he nodded: "Disciples of the sect can sign up for the sect competition regardless of their aptitude. Just think it through and write it down."
Those who signed up weren't afraid of being beaten; they just needed to follow the rules.
"Have you heard? In the sect competition in the middle of next month, a sword cultivator without any cultivation level has signed up. I heard she's a female disciple."
"No cultivation? Isn't that just suicide? Whoever teams up with her is guaranteed to advance."
"Who can argue with that? Without cultivation, she'd be easily beaten in the sect competition. She's not here to compete; she's here to get beaten up so others can benefit."
"How can someone enter our Huashan Sect without cultivation?"
"He's still an outer disciple, and he doesn't look very old, but he's quite bold."
After he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.
Such rumors have spread like wildfire, and you can hear people discussing them even if you just pass by.
Wen Wan sighed helplessly: "My name is no longer in the sect, but my legend is everywhere."
There's still some time before the sect competition, so let's go to the mission hall and see if there are any suitable missions. I'm just idling around anyway, so I might as well earn some spirit stones to buy a sword first.
She has many treasures, but she's poor! Don't wait until the competition starts and she still won't have a sword...
"Song Wenuan, what are you doing here?"
That familiar voice, that familiar recipe... Wen Wan raised an eyebrow and turned around to look...
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