When Ji Mofan discovered the mutated ice spirit root in the second test of spirit roots, it also caused a stir.
Several elders immediately extended olive branches to him, but after learning that he was a child that Shen Yun had taken in, they all left dejectedly.
There's no reason why someone with a lightning spiritual root could suddenly become universally disliked.
After pondering for a while without coming up with a solution, Ji Mofan simply stayed behind and waited for all the test subjects to finish the spiritual root testing process.
The square, which originally had about a hundred people, was reduced to only eight people after the second level was completed.
Moreover, five of them were of low talent with three spiritual roots. With diligent cultivation, they were barely qualified to become inner disciples. True disciples or higher achievements were simply a pipe dream.
There is only one person with a single spiritual root, Xiao Erzi.
Ji Mo Fan frowned even more deeply.
If the quality of this year's disciples is very high, and the elders have more choices, then it's understandable that Xiao Erzi would be left out.
But that's clearly not the case now.
What exactly happened?
As the crowd of bystanders receded like a tide, the thick fog that had been lingering around the square gradually dissipated.
The figures of the elders of each peak and their disciples gradually emerged from among them. Several of them could not hide their surprise and looked at Xiao Erzi as if they had seen some rare and precious treasure.
That look in his eyes, as if he were looking at an object, made Ji Mofan instinctively feel uncomfortable.
But looking at Xiao Erzi himself, he didn't seem to react to it at all. He was just happily touching the small wooden plaque that he had just received, which represented that he had passed the second level.
"Silly boy," thought Ji Mo Fanxin.
As long as he actively participates in various affairs of the cultivation world in the future, he can easily accumulate a cabinet full of similar small wooden plaques.
Ji Mofan had so many small wooden plaques that he couldn't fit them all in his hands, and he even used some of them to prop up the corners of the table.
The main problem is that the table is really too old; it wobbles unusable without a mat.
"Young friend, please step forward." Shen Yun, standing at the head of the group, pointed at him. "What's your name?"
Xiao Erzi hopped and skipped to the front of the group, "Greetings, Immortal Master! My name is Ge Gen!"
Seeing Shen Yun take the lead in talking to the boy with the lightning spirit root, the other elders couldn't help but show some displeasure on their faces.
Because of Ji Mo Fan, Shen Yun has become a leader in many aspects.
Many people dislike him.
Shen Yun seemed oblivious to the whispers of the crowd, and with an air of otherworldly elegance, he took two steps forward and extended a hand toward Ge Gen.
Would you be willing to become my disciple?
Each elder of the Yuncang Sword Sect can take on a maximum of three true disciples. Currently, Shen Yun has one Ji Mo Fan and one Li Ge Yue under his command, leaving one vacancy.
Unexpectedly, Ge Gen shook his head without hesitation.
Shen Yun's expression immediately cracked slightly.
"Why are you unwilling?" he couldn't help but ask.
But before Ge Gen could give his reason, another elder interrupted him.
“Elder Shen, it’s true that you also have a single spiritual root, but you have an earth spiritual root, while Ge Gen’s kid has a lightning spiritual root that has undergone a metal-water mutation. No matter how you look at it, you’re not the most suitable person to guide him.” The beautiful woman holding a folding fan leaned back in her seat and smiled leisurely.
Feeling slighted, Shen Yun's tone became rather unpleasant, "If I am not suitable, then Elder Yan, are you perhaps more suitable?"
"You already have three true disciples under your tutelage. Are you now planning to make room for young friend Ge Gen?"
The beautiful woman, Yan Shiqi, remained expressionless, still gently waving her folding fan. "I never said that. I like these three children very much. Elder Shen, please don't try to sow discord between us."
Shen Yun was speechless for a moment, unable to say anything, and silently sat down in his seat.
“Young friend Ge Gen, would you be willing to become my disciple?” Another elder quickly stepped forward to promote himself.
"Although I am not a lightning spirit root, my eldest disciple is a dual metal and water spirit root. With him accompanying you in cultivation, you will surely achieve twice the results with half the effort."
"Young friend Ge Gen, I'm here..."
"Young friend, Kudzu..."
Like middle-aged women scrambling for discounted vegetables at the market, a group of elderly people were all putting in their best efforts to show off their advantages.
Only Shen Yun, who had just been rejected a second ago, and the elders who no longer had a place to inherit the mantle of the true disciple, sat there motionless.
Yi Feng and Qi Feng sat comfortably in the back drinking tea.
They always collect the leftovers every year; they're used to it.
After all, few of the younger generation who come to the Yuncang Sword Sect are interested in learning weapon crafting and alchemy.
"Elders, please hear me out."
A communication talisman drifted softly to the top of the square.
As the paper shattered into countless fragments, Ji Mofan's voice echoed throughout every corner of the square.
The noise instantly subsided.
"Xiao Fan, what are you planning to do now?" Shen Yun asked him.
Ji Mofan tilted his head and smiled, "The elders are arguing endlessly, but it's unlikely to come to a conclusion. Why don't we ask Ge Gen what he thinks?"
The elders on the platform exchanged glances, and finally one of them coughed lightly, "Forgive me, forgive me. Young friend Ge Gen, then tell me yourself, which of our disciples would you like to become a disciple of?"
Upon hearing this, Ge Gen still shook his head.
This time, the elders remained silent.
"Don't you want to become an apprentice?" the elder continued.
“The person I want to worship—” Ge Gen suddenly turned around and looked behind the crowd.
The little finger pointed to Ji Mo Fan, who was standing in the distance as if nothing had happened.
Ji Mofan's eyes flickered slightly.
Oh ho.
It seems we've found the reason why this child couldn't become an apprentice of any elder in his previous life.
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