Yun Zhiyi simply nodded and said, "That's right."
Although he possesses three spiritual roots, their purity is decent. However, he is quite old, and he needs to adjust his physique and cleanse his marrow before he can cultivate.
These are not problems for her.
"Try basalt."
Hearing the word "not bad," You Xinyue finally felt a little relieved.
I have absolutely no idea what I'm getting into.
She picked up the basalt and held it in her hand.
Five breaths later, the basalt stone showed a slight change.
"Open your hands."
You Xinyue obediently shrugged.
Then it was noticed that the basalt was a little darker than before, especially at the bottom, but it did not change from transparent to solid like the sect leader had.
Yun Zhiyi nodded, not surprised.
"From now on, record in detail the information of everyone who has been tested. For spirit-severing stones, only look at the color and the degree of penetration. If the transparency does not change much, it is of low quality; semi-transparent is medium quality; and opaque is high quality."
"Basalt is judged by light gold, dark gold, and gold, and the concentration can be seen from the markings on the bottom of the stone. Completely transparent is the lowest grade, semi-transparent is the lower-middle grade, opaque with more than three facets is the upper-middle grade, more than six facets is the highest grade, and mine is the highest grade."
Finally, he added, "This is for testing qualifications. As for what qualifications you need, you'll find out later."
When You Xinyue listened to the judgment of the spirit stone, she had a vague guess.
After hearing about the basalt stone, my guesses became even deeper.
Until the sect leader reveals the answer.
All that remained in her heart was excitement and confusion.
Excited that she seemed to have touched something special, something that might change her destiny.
Confusion is something unknown, representing much uncertainty and potentially even danger.
But excitement quickly overcame her confusion, and the ambition she had been hiding in her eyes couldn't help but surface again.
A voice inside her was telling her, "Grab it, you must grab it, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"
She closed the lid, solemnly agreed, and promised to complete the screening as soon as possible.
Yun Zhiyi took in all of her reactions and was very satisfied.
It must be said that You Xinyue is indeed a talented person.
After explaining her business, Yun Zhiyi left Xing Shu Gate and returned to Qiong Lu Pavilion.
At this moment, only Princess Fu'an, who was standing by the window looking at the street scene, remained in the private room of Qionglu Pavilion.
The two little ones had disappeared; after asking around, we learned they had gone to the vegetable shop.
As Yun Zhiyi left, Fu Wenyu casually remarked, "Sister Yun seems to be very busy."
Fu Ziyu chimed in, "Of course, my sister not only manages one estate, but also many shops in the city. She usually goes into the city early in the morning to sell vegetables."
"Selling vegetables?" Fu Wenyu was taken aback. "Sister Yun is going to town to sell vegetables herself?"
In the little princess's mind, going to the city to sell vegetables was like those small vendors she saw on the street, carrying loads on their shoulders and squatting on the side of the road, calling out their wares.
She simply couldn't imagine Sister Yun, who was as aloof as moonlight, squatting by the roadside, calling out to customers with a fawning expression.
Fu Ziyu had no idea what she was imagining.
"Yes, there's a vegetable shop run by Sister Yun on West Street. Don't look down on selling vegetables. You don't know how long the line of people who come to buy vegetables at Sister Yun's shop can stretch all the way to the city gate."
As Fu Ziyu spoke, he couldn't help but tell the two of them about the various interesting things that happened during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I heard that someone was paying a high price to buy a number of people just to buy vegetables, and there was more than one person doing this.
Even Princess Fu'an was interested.
I heard that many people slept on the ground in front of the store on the day they were supposed to buy vegetables, and waited until the store opened the next morning.
Fu Wenyu exclaimed that it was impossible, that it was too exaggerated.
Although she also thought the fruits and vegetables in Sister Yun's manor were delicious, she didn't think they were worth this much.
Fu Ziyu felt that his aunt had underestimated Yun's abilities, so he immediately said, "If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself."
At this time, there should still be a queue in front of the vegetable stall.
"Not only people who want to buy groceries are queuing up, but also other people who don't want to buy groceries are queuing up to draw lots, just to get a chance to buy groceries tomorrow."
Fu Wenyu felt that the more they talked, the more outrageous it became.
If they were just ordinary people, that would be fine.
He also said that many nobles and wealthy families were like that, which is unbelievable.
Although she was a princess, she had some understanding of the world.
Let alone the arrogant nobles, even the wealthy families who have made a little money don't easily bow down to others.
One or two is one thing, but the whole city is like that? How is that possible?
Those people are not going to listen to reason.
Ranking by lottery? That's ridiculous.
Princess Fu'an, however, remained silent, thinking of the retired emperor and Prince Cheng who were planting fruit trees for Yun Zhiyi in Qingshan.
Before this, she might not have believed it either, thinking that Fu Ziyu was exaggerating.
But now, she has no doubt whatsoever.
Even the retired emperor and Prince Cheng bowed their heads; what noble in the city could rival these two?
In the past two days, Princess Fu'an has roughly figured out the situation of the two in the manor.
In fact, she didn't need to secretly inquire; she could simply ask the maids in the manor to find out.
It was no secret that the retired emperor and Prince Cheng were both in the village.
Of course, this refers to my current alias and identity.
The villagers didn't know the two men's original identities; they only knew that they were probably impoverished nobles who were now working as farmhands for their employer.
Now I'm responsible for planting fruit trees and raising poultry and livestock on that small green hill over there.
When Princess Fu'an heard the phrase "to work as a long-term laborer for the master", she secretly gasped.
When he heard that the two of them were actually planting fruit trees and raising poultry in the mountains, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.
If she hadn't actually met the two of them before, she would have thought it was a complete fantasy, something she wouldn't even dare to make up in her dreams.
What shocked her most was that Yun Zhiyi knew their identities.
No, it's that they both know each other, yet they can still get along like this.
Even knowing that some things are not suitable to be explored in depth, one cannot help but be curious.
Who exactly is Yun Zhiyi, and what terrifying background does she have?
She even managed to get an emperor and a prince to serve as her long-term laborers.
To put it nicely, you're just hiring someone; you're just helping them out.
To put it bluntly, isn't he just working as someone else's servant?
Who would dare to treat the retired emperor and Prince Cheng as servants? They wouldn't even dare to think about it.
But now we have it.
Because Fu Wenyu didn't believe it, he even became a contrarian and mocked his nephew for bragging.
Fu Ziyu was unconvinced and told her to go and see for herself.
Then the two of them left Qionglu Pavilion together and went to Yunjian Restaurant on West Street.
It was still morning, and there were indeed two long queues outside Yunjian Vegetable Shop.
One lined up facing east, the other facing west, orderly and without interfering with each other.
"See, I wasn't lying to you. We're late. At least half of the people have already bought their things and left, otherwise the line would be even longer. Look, there are many people inside wearing the same clothes; they're all servants from wealthy families."
Fu Ziyu crossed his arms, raised his chin, and proudly showed off to her.
Fu Wenyu had seen queues before; there were queues outside Qionglu Pavilion and Yunsufang.
But the sight that had shocked her for a moment was nothing special here.
The line really stretched from the store entrance to the street corner.
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