Chapter 13 Spiritual Roots
There will always be people who have adventures outside, but for the vast majority of people under the leadership of Zang Yaozong, if they want to survive first, they have no choice but to follow the path of spiritual roots.
If one's spiritual roots were mixed with the four, then their lifespan would be a mere twenty to thirty years. If one attempted to cultivate by force, they would have to find a new path, often resulting in a dismembered corpse, a horrific sight. Those who emerged could no longer be called human, and even the Zang Yao Sect would privately call them "monsters."
Third Sister Yi was apprehensive, feeling anxious and worried. Seeing a short line of people, each one emitting a gray glow on their spirit-testing stones, even the most mature person couldn't help but feel nervous. She took a deep breath, waited until she stepped forward, secretly wiped her palms on the corner of her clothes, and then solemnly placed her hand on the spirit-testing stone.
The gray light came on again.
Yi Sanmei stepped aside in a daze. She hadn't imagined soaring to the sky, leaping into the ranks of those powerful figures. But reality hadn't left her with any room for fantasy. She'd hoped for a safe place where she could survive, but the Zang Yao Sect was another land of demons and asuras. She wanted a path where she could at least see the way forward, even if it was a single-plank bridge, it was better than having no way forward at all. Knowing she was about to face a life-or-death situation, Yi Sanmei found herself no longer trembling.
No matter what, I'm going to keep going.
Just as Third Sister Yi was cheering herself on, the spirit stone suddenly glowed, illuminating the entire room with red and yellow. Dark patterns of flames and mountains appeared on the stone wall. Qiu Xinglun shone the spirit stone with his spectrum analyzer, and the words "Dual Spiritual Roots of Fire and Earth" appeared clearly on it.
The moment Yi Sanmei saw the person, her face suddenly darkened. The person with dual spiritual roots was none other than Shen San, who had escaped her clutches! Dual spiritual roots were nothing to Yuan. The best among the disciples only had three spiritual roots. Thinking of this, it was clear how shocking Shen San's finding of dual spiritual roots was to those present.
According to their poor imagination, even if Shen San would not become a disciple of the three elders, he would at least be a disciple candidate that the outer elders would compete for, and his future would be limitless.
Shen San supported his still weak body and finally put on a smile again. Several people around him who had originally avoided contact with him came closer to support him, with smiles on their faces, but they were cautious smiles.
Yi Sanmei clenched her fists and did not move forward. However, when she met Shen San's gaze, she subconsciously imitated Qiu Xinglun's demeanor towards Xin Yong. Her eyes and smile were surprisingly friendly, which frightened Shen San so much that he shifted his center of gravity slightly and returned a fake smile after a moment of hesitation.
Qiu Xinglun raised an eyebrow. Seeing that the others had finished their tests without any unexpected incidents, he pulled the bell in the room. The same vibrations echoed again. Yi Sanmei and the others returned to Jiao Xing, each with their own thoughts. Jiao Xing picked up his pen and flipped through the list, casually asking, "Are there any people with three spiritual roots?"
Qiu Xinglun replied, "There's someone who's been diagnosed with dual spiritual roots of fire and earth." Shen San responded and was pushed over to Jiao Xing's desk. Jiao Xing had only asked casually; after all, he'd already accepted the low quality of the produce across the country this year. He hadn't expected Qiu Xinglun to surprise him with such a big surprise—dual spiritual roots! Jiao Xing looked up to take a closer look when he heard a burst of laughter from upstairs.
"Haha, this person must be mine!"
The man seemed to find the stairs too inconvenient to go up and down, so he jumped down from the 17th floor, creating a strong wind that suppressed the low-level disciples on the first floor and prevented them from moving.
Jiao Xing waved his robe lazily, using the wind to dissipate the force and dissipate his hidden power, a look of helplessness on his face. Jiao Xing knew that True Lord Bei Lian had been waiting impatiently for a long time, but without a good embryo, Jiao Xing himself could not create one for him out of thin air.
Knowing that True Lord Bei Lian would never let Shen San go, Jiao Xing breathed a sigh of relief. He had a mountain of wanted notices, and there were many like True Lord Bei Lian who lived in Feiyan Pavilion to capture people. He was still worried about how to divide it with just one person, but now True Lord Bei Lian had solved a big problem for him.
True Lord Beilian didn't care what Jiao Xing was thinking. He just grabbed Shen San and looked him over carefully. Confirming that he was indeed a dual spiritual root of fire and earth, he couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Good boy! Come with me to refine weapons!" He changed his tone, and his eyebrows, as thick as charcoal pencils, knitted together. "But your body is too weak. Jiao Xing, please get me a pot of bone-strengthening pills."
He spoke in a hurry, and his actions were no less urgent. In just a few words, he had already grabbed Shen San and was about to rush out of Feiyan Pavilion. Jiao Xing had no choice but to wave his sleeves again, and Bei Lian Zhenjun and Shen San returned to Jiao Xing.
To avoid True Lord Bei Lian's anger, Jiao Xing immediately quickened his pace and explained with a wry smile, "True Lord, wait a minute. I don't mean to stop you, but this child is already a disciple, so he still needs to be registered. After registration, you can take him back to Guiqi Pavilion to become your disciple. Since this child has the honor of becoming your disciple, please give him a name."
After he finished speaking, he finally began to wheeze again. But Yi Sanmei no longer thought his illness was serious, as she had before, and secretly vowed not to judge people by appearances anymore.
True Lord Bei Lian was about to open his mouth to reprimand him, but Jiao Xing's words distracted him. He didn't bother to think carefully about a name. After asking Shen San and learning his last name, he glanced at an article posted by the stairs and casually said, "...Merged among the crowd, deeply hated... Let's call him Chen Ranmin." However, he had reversed the first two characters of "Merged among the crowd," which was a rather crude and crude suggestion.
Jiao Xing tried to hold back, but still couldn't help writing his name as Chen Ranming in the register.
Shen San actually got a name. In Yi Sanmei's impression, only those with a name and surname can be considered human. She also wanted a name of her own, but she didn't want it to be so casual.
"When I learn to read and write one day, I will definitely give myself a name so that everyone will know my fame!" Yi Sanmei made a bold promise in her heart.
Jiao Xing put away the register, fearing that True Lord Bei Lian would run away again impatiently, so he deftly took out a long stick with red and green dots, dipped it in ink and engraved "A pot of bone-tempering pills" on it, then broke it into two parts, put one part into the wooden box, and handed the other part to Shen Ranming, asking him to keep it.
"Please forgive me, Master. We are extremely short of manpower today and I really can't spare any time. I will send the pills to the Weird Weapon Pavilion. You can use this to get the Bone Tempering Pill for yourself." Jiao Xing knew that Master Bei Lian would not be in the mood to argue with him any more, and his speech returned to that strange rhythm of leaking air.
True Lord Bei Lian didn't say much as expected. He grabbed Shen Ranming and disappeared from Yi Sanmei's sight.
Qiu Xinglun finally dared to speak, his tone inevitably lamenting, "He was accepted as a disciple by the Inner Sect Weapon Refining Elder, True Lord Bei Lian, right after he entered the sect. This kid is truly incredibly lucky."
Jiao Xing had guarded Feiyan Pavilion for so many years that he was accustomed to all sorts of emergencies. He gestured to Qiu Xinglun, "Production was already low this year, and Senior Brother Ling has already stated that each ship must have at least fifteen people arriving at the sect. You deserve to be punished. But considering that Shen Ranming was on this ship, this time the merits and demerits will be offset. You may leave."
Qiu Xinglun knew that the reward for leading the ship with dual spiritual roots far outweighed the mistake he had made this time, and Jiao Xing had taken a large portion of it, but to avoid offending Jiao Xing and causing further complications, he decided to withdraw. After all, he had already obtained what he wanted most.
After Qiu Xinglun left, Jiao Xing prepared to assign the remaining eight frightened children. Looking at the piles of notices asking for people, he was worried and didn't know how to start.
This ship is the first to arrive this year, and everyone is crying out for food. Any random distribution will offend a large group of people, and they are not ordinary villains, but a group of sinister madmen with all the five evils.
After much thought, I could only do as in previous years and report it to the higher authorities first, then to the emergency department, and I managed to get by.
Secretly wondering when he'd go to the library to buy two more defensive tools with spirit stones, Jiao Xing sighed and waved his hand dejectedly. A disciple busy sorting documents behind him rolled his eyes, slammed a large, already sorted pile of documents onto Jiao Xing's desk, and went back to work. Jiao Xing paid no mind to the disciple's poor attitude, and rather felt a touch of envy as he flipped through the documents.
The most important task was to repair the formation in the sect square. They urgently needed four human sacrifices and two more materials, but the requirements were unclear. Jiao Xing tapped the name at the bottom of the note, and in the blink of an eye, the disciple named Qu Shiming was summoned from a room in Feiyan Pavilion. Jiao Xing inquired.
"The head deacon said it's best to be under ten years old. If they're older than that, the number should be doubled."
Although these people didn't have specific ages, Jiao Xing's experienced eyes could naturally see through the bone age of just a few. Aside from Yi Sanmei and the person who had followed Shen Ranming, the remaining six people perfectly met the requirement of being under ten years old. Qu Shiming led them away with satisfaction, their faces filled with numbness and ignorance.
When Third Sister Yi heard that six people were needed as sacrifices, and that they were all certain to die, her hopes were even lower. As long as she could survive for a while when her turn came, even escaping would definitely be better than dying as a sacrifice.
Third Sister Yi suppressed her distracting thoughts and looked eagerly and anxiously at Jiao Xing, who was once again rummaging through the pile of documents. Every thin volume he casually pulled out now would be the script for her future. Even if she was unwilling, she could only grit her teeth and accept it for now, waiting for the future.
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