Wind Spirit Root

The air after the rain was filled with the fresh smell of grass, trees and soil.

After letting Shen Leyan go, the old village chief stayed in the ancestral hall and did not come out.

An outer disciple asked anxiously: “Brother Zheng, nothing will happen in the ancestral hall, right…”

Zheng Ziheng used his spiritual power to transmit the sound: “Elder, since you have sent my Yunxi Sect disciple out safely, I will also abide by my promise to save the souls of the living. You can go to the government to surrender yourself.”

The village chief’s voice in the ancestral hall was hoarse and old.

“Cultivator is naturally a man of his word. If I surrender myself to the government, I will only live a few more months.”

The fire in the village has killed countless people. According to the court law, he must be executed in the autumn, and the murderer must pay for his life.

 “Instead of staying in jail for a few months and being paraded through the streets and beheaded, it’s better to die with my son… maybe we can go to hell together.”

Shen Leyan’s eyes condensed. From what he heard, the old village chief seemed to want to end his life here.

Someone reacted: “He wants to light the gunpowder, run!”

The disciples of Yunxi Sect around hurriedly retreated, fearing that they would be affected by the aftermath of the explosion.

Old village chief: “Son, Dad is here to accompany you-Gulu, Gulululu…”

Shen Leyan: “?”

The old village chief seemed to be drowning in the water, and sounded like a small carp spitting bubbles.

He stood on tiptoe and looked forward from the crowd.

Zheng Ziheng pinched the seal with one hand and a blue light appeared in the ancestral hall. The old village chief and the villager who was hiding behind the wooden table and ready to light the gunpowder at any time were trapped in a large blue bubble and slowly floated out.

The bubbles should be made of water. Many northerners are landlubbers. The old village chief can’t hold his breath, so he rolled his eyes in the bubble.

Zheng Ziheng stopped the spell when the bubble floated to a safe distance.

The old village chief sat on the ground with his clothes dripping with water and gasped for breath.

“If the ancestral hall in the village is blown up, the villagers will have to raise funds to rebuild it, which is harmful to people’s livelihood.” Zheng Ziheng said with a pleasant face, but his tone was not compassionate.

The villagers are all farmers and have little money. It may take more than half a year’s savings to rebuild the ancestral hall.

As for the old village chief, since he has harmed so many people for his own selfish interests, he should have expected his final fate.

 “I have used magic to ignite the gunpowder buried under the floor tiles of the ancestral hall. It won’t burn. It’s up to you whether you want to surrender to the government or end your life.”

Zheng Ziheng turned around and said, “Let’s go. Let’s go back to Yunxi Sect.”

Walking on the mountain path back to the sect, the outer disciples who were bored tried to liven up the atmosphere and started to chat and laugh quietly.

Some discussed which restaurant they would go to for dinner tomorrow after they finished their mission and received their reward.

Some gathered together to select the most beautiful senior sister in the sect.

Some imagined that they could test their spiritual roots when they returned to the sect this time. They would test out a single spiritual root of top quality, which would be snatched up by the elders. They would become famous overnight and become the leader of the younger generation…

Shen Leyan was also calculating silently in his heart.

[I have to test my spiritual roots again when I return to the sect this time. What excuse should I use to ask for leave this time…]

[How about saying that I was frightened and fell ill?  ]

[No, pretending to be seriously ill is too easy to be discovered. ]

[How about saying that I want to roam the mountains, hang out outside for two days before returning to the sect? ]

[No, it seems that outer disciples cannot take tasks alone. Others want to test their spiritual roots, and they won’t go with me. ]

Zheng Ziheng found it interesting and glanced back from the side.

The junior brother was half-lying on the donkey cart, holding a dry grass in his mouth with his hands behind his head. His handsome peach blossom eyes were as dark as ink, and he slowly closed them in sorrow.

Most outer disciples are eager to get the opportunity to test their spiritual roots and embark on the path of cultivating immortals.

But there are also some disciples who have failed to test their qualifications for cultivating immortals several times, and thus are discouraged and afraid of being laughed at by others and unwilling to try again.

How to comfort that junior brother?

 Zheng Ziheng thought for a few seconds and deliberately slowed down his pace, but he didn’t know where to start.

His master only accepted him as a disciple. He had been in seclusion for many years and rarely contacted other disciples in the sect, so he didn’t know how to comfort him in this matter.

While thinking, he heard the voice of his junior brother again.

[God, why did you give me a wind spiritual root? ]

Zheng Ziheng frowned slightly.

Wind spiritual root?

[I just want to find a safe place to grow vegetables. You might as well give this wind spiritual root to my senior brother, who is determined to eliminate demons and defend the way. ]

[Now I have to find a way to avoid the spiritual root test. ]

The junior brother was so worried that his peach blossom eyes drooped.

The world’s cultivation qualifications are divided into five grades. Most people have ordinary roots, that is, they have no spiritual roots and cannot feel spiritual power, so they naturally cannot practice.

 The most common disciples of immortal sects are those with mixed spiritual roots, that is, spiritual roots with many attributes. Although mixed spiritual roots can be cultivated, they are limited by their talents and it is difficult for them to cross the threshold of the Golden Core in their lifetime.

The next ones are three spiritual roots, two spiritual roots, and single spiritual roots.

The single spiritual root has the best talent, but such a genius is hard to find once in hundreds of years.

The cultivators with single spiritual roots who have left their names in history are either great powers who founded sects and taught, or geniuses who killed the demon king and stepped on the demon clan.

In short, the major sects in the immortal world recruit disciples every five years. Before the disciple-recruiting meeting, the sect masters and elders must offer sacrifices to the heavens, the earth, and the ancestors. The central content of the sacrifice can be summarized in a few words:

Please pray to the heavens, the earth, and the ancestors for protection!

Let our sect receive a disciple with a single spiritual root this time!

As long as we have a disciple with a single spiritual root, we will definitely make our sect bigger and stronger and move towards glory! 

Give us a disciple with only one spiritual root. Anyone who sees him during the sect competition will be envious and bleed! Curse the injustice of heaven!

Just now, the junior brother said that he has a wind spiritual root.

Shen Leyan didn’t eat much for dinner, and he didn’t sleep until late at night. He was already starving, but the snacks he brought with him were eaten by the village’s Goudan. He could only bite a piece of dry grass to pass the time.

He was worried about what kind of excuse to find to smoothly avoid the sect’s spiritual root test.

Suddenly, he felt a burning gaze falling on his face.

Shen Leyan: “?”

He opened his eyes lazily, looked up, and his heart “swish” sank half cold.

Senior Brother Zheng Ziheng, who had been walking in the front and didn’t participate in the chats of their outer disciples, was walking two or three steps ahead of him without knowing when.

He also helped him pull the reins of the donkey.

 He even turned back and stared at his face for a while.

[I…did I do anything to attract attention? ]

[Why does Senior Brother Zheng look at me as if he is looking at a glittering treasure. ]

[Could it be that there is something on the cart? Senior Brother Zheng is not actually looking at me. Am I overthinking it? ]

Shen Leyan twisted his neck stiffly and looked around.

The donkey cart around him was clean and empty.

He laughed dryly: “Zheng, Senior Brother Zheng?”