Barring any unforeseen circumstances, these old guys in the Mahayana stage should have no problem living for ten thousand years or so.
How could lifespan be insufficient?
Lu Zhongyi explained, "Ordinary spiritual roots only have ten minor realms in the Qi Refining stage, while chaotic spiritual roots have a full one hundred. Moreover, the cultivation resources required for each breakthrough increase exponentially."
"So what?" Shui Qingyue still didn't understand.
This only shows that the Qi Refining stage of the Chaos Spiritual Root is truly difficult to cultivate.
But what does this have to do with lifespan?
Seeing how slow she was to notice, Lü Zhongyi almost rolled his eyes at her.
The other three had already understood what Lü Zhongyi meant.
Seeing that Lü Zhongyi looked exhausted, Yan Yi asked before he could explain to Shui Qingyue, "Tell me, how long is the natural lifespan of a Qi Refining stage cultivator?"
"At the Qi Refining stage, there are at most a hundred..."
Suddenly remembering something, Shui Qingyue's next words got stuck in her throat.
She asked incredulously, "You mean to say that Rong Zi... she won't live to be a hundred years old?"
Murong Zhen glanced down at Rong Zi, who had returned to the audience and was dozing off with a piece of dried meat in his mouth, and narrowed his eyes imperceptibly.
"I'm afraid she's not just under a hundred years old. Her bone age does look like she's only a teenager. I don't think she's trying to fake her age."
If that's the case, then he could not only be Rong Zi's 'great-grandfather,' but also her 'great-great-great-great-grandfather.'
Shui Qingyue was so shocked her jaw almost dropped.
So...
A man who beat up Song Fengming.
Not only is she truly at the Foundation Establishment stage, but she's also just a little girl in her teens!
Outrageous!
That's absolutely outrageous!
The old men looked at each other, still reeling from the blow.
They can beat up Mahayana stage cultivators before they're even twenty, while these old guys have been cultivating for thousands of years and all they get is to be abused.
It's so frustrating to compare yourself to others...
Shui Qingyue thought of the other two Chaos Spiritual Roots that Lü Zhongyi had mentioned earlier that had successfully ascended, and asked him about them curiously.
"By the way, who were those two Chaos Spiritual Roots you mentioned who successfully ascended? Such brilliant individuals, why didn't they leave behind any legends in the cultivation world?"
Lu Zhongyi shrugged. "I don't know about that. I just happened to see it in a book. I only know that the two people with chaotic spiritual roots seemed to be a brother and sister, and that was all over ten thousand years ago. I don't even know if it's true."
Hearing him say that, Shui Qingyue didn't ask any more questions.
...
The next few days were filled with competitions between the various sect leaders.
All the sect leaders Rong Zi faced were at the Void Refinement stage.
She was afraid that she might not be careful enough and accidentally cripple someone like that mountain, so she adopted a policy of not fighting back.
By directly utilizing the ability of spatial teleportation, the opponent can be made to attack themselves.
In the cultivation world, cultivators with spatial spiritual roots are extremely rare.
The spatial spiritual root of Rong Zi's strength is unheard of, so everyone can say that they have absolutely no way to deal with her abilities.
Go ahead and attack, but you'll only end up getting attacked yourself.
But if we don't attack, we can't just sit here and wait it out.
After round after round of eliminations, Rong Zi became invincible and undefeated, thoroughly becoming a famous figure in the cultivation world.
As a result, Rongling Sect also became highly sought after.
Every day, people try every means to inquire whether Rongling Sect is still accepting disciples, and whether Rong Zi is still accepting apprentices.
Upon seeing this formation, the seven disciples all felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
You want to compete with them for your master?
No way!
This time, someone blocked Yun Jing again.
Among Rong Zi's seven apprentices, Yun Jing is the youngest.
Naturally, everyone regarded him as the junior brother of Rongling Sect, thinking that he was a child and would definitely be the easiest one to win over among the seven people.
Several rogue cultivators approached Yun Jing with beaming smiles, bowing as they greeted him.
"Junior Brother Yun Jing, are you free right now? A few of us have something we need to discuss..."
"No time!" Yun Jing interrupted them crisply with a stern face.
As he spoke, he walked past the group and prepared to leave.
Seeing this, several rogue cultivators rushed forward and blocked his path, trapping him in a corner.
"Hey, hey, junior brother Yun Jing, wait a minute! We don't have anything else to say, we just wanted to ask if Sect Master Rong is still accepting disciples? We've heard that your Rongling Sect only has seven disciples besides Sect Master Rong. That's too few people. Even the worst sect wouldn't have so few people, would it?"
Another person chimed in, "That's right, Junior Brother Yun Jing, you're still young and might not understand, but the strength of a sect is closely related to the number of disciples it has."
“The cultivation levels of the few of us are not low. If we could join your Rongling Sect, it would definitely be a great boost to your sect, so…”
“So…” Yun Jing interrupted him, looked up at them with an inscrutable gaze, and said, “You are doing this out of good intentions, wanting to join our Rongling Sect and contribute to its strength, right?”
The cultivation levels of these rogue cultivators in front of us are indeed not low; they are all at the Golden Core stage.
Judging from their age, they were all unshaven and must have been at least fifty or sixty years old.
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