This person is Wu Zhan Zhenren of Hengyun Sect. He is about the same age as the original owner of this body and is also a genius cultivator with extraordinary talent. He possesses a rare lightning spiritual root and is already in the late stage of Core Formation at over three hundred years old. He may break through to the Nascent Soul stage at any time.
The original owner had a deep impression of this person because Cheng Guang Zhenjun and Xie Yang Zhenjun, the leader of the Jin Guang Sect, were close friends. Wu Zhan Zhenren, like Feng Xie, was a second-generation ancestor, and his great-grandfather was Cheng Guang Zhenjun, an elder of the Heng Yun Sect.
The two were well-matched in terms of social standing, and Cheng Guang Zhenjun and Xie Yang Zhenjun had long planned to match them up as Daoist couples.
Bi Xie blinked and stared at Wu Zhan Zhenren for a few seconds.
Suddenly, Wu Zhan Zhenren's face began to turn red at a visible speed. He lowered his gaze with a guilty and shy feeling, and his body seemed to tremble slightly.
Bi Xie's lips twitched. This Wu Zhan Zhenren looked at her as if he was afraid she would eat him up!
"Woo-wah, woo-wah, woo-woo-woo—"
The baby in her arms suddenly cried loudly, as if it had suffered a great injustice.
Everyone present turned their gazes toward them.
Cheng Guang Zhenjun stepped forward and asked, "Feng Xie Zhenjun, what is this—"
While frantically trying to soothe the little ancestor, Bi Xie sighed, "He is the only survivor of the Luo Clan of cultivators. Presumably, his mother was hung in this well by the clansmen and a spirit-concealing array was set up, which is why he was able to escape this calamity by chance."
"So that's how it is," Cheng Guang Zhenjun said, glancing at the woman on the ground who had been dead for some time, his expression showing little emotion.
Those who cultivate immortality have long since taken life and death lightly. From the moment they embark on the path of cultivation, they must diminish their attachment to kinship and affection. Only in this way can they calm their minds and cultivate, and are less likely to be disturbed by inner demons when breaking through.
"Wait, this woman actually has a mutated ice spirit root!" Cheng Guang Zhenjun suddenly took a few steps, squatted down next to the woman who had already died, and with a flick of his finger, a beam of spiritual light struck the woman's brow.
He muttered to himself, "I never expected that an ordinary cultivation family would have such a promising talent. What a pity, what a pity—"
Cultivators with a single spiritual root are sought-after disciples by all sects, no matter which sect they join, let alone those with a mutated ice spiritual root, whose future is even more limitless.
After sighing for a while, Cheng Guang Zhenjun suddenly remembered something, looked at the baby in Bi Xie's arms, and his regret softened a little: "Feng Xie Zhenjun, the mother of this child has a mutated ice spirit root, so the spirit root attribute should not be too bad. Feng Xie Zhenjun, may I examine it?"
He asked the question cautiously, because if the baby in Fengxie Zhenjun's arms truly had a unique spiritual root attribute, then not only would Hengyun Sect want to take in the baby, but Jinguang Sect would also be willing to raise the baby.
He asked this question because it was rumored that True Lord Fengxie was simple-minded and naive, and probably wouldn't understand the intricacies of the matter. Furthermore, True Lord Fengxie already had a closed-door disciple and probably wouldn't take on any more disciples in this lifetime.
As expected, True Monarch Feng Xie said with a calm expression, "Of course, please do as you wish, Senior."
Upon hearing this, True Lord Chengguang's face lit up with joy. He then took out a spirit-testing disc from his storage bag, channeled a stream of spiritual energy into it, and the disc shone brightly as it slowly flew toward the infant.
Watching the colorless disc flash by—blue, red, gold, and yellow—Bi Xie slowly grasped the baby's small hand and placed it in the center of the disc.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the changes in the spirit-testing disc.
However, after several breaths, the spirit-testing disc remained dim and colorless.
The atmosphere became somewhat tense.
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