"Five Elements Mixed Spiritual Root!" Wu Jianyang's eyes lit up. "Not bad, not bad. Among the Five Elements, Earth gives birth to Metal, a mutually reinforcing dual spiritual root, the top grade among high-grade spiritual roots."
Zhou Peng was a bit confused, but he also saw Shishu Wu's surprise and knew his spiritual root was definitely not bad.
"Congratulations, congratulations... This... Uh, Junior Brother, what's your name?" Zhao Zelin walked over with a smile.
"Zhou, Zhou Peng."
"Congratulations, Junior Brother Zhou. A mutually reinforcing dual spiritual root. Cultivating Metal-attribute techniques will be twice as effective with half the effort. You might even become a Sword Cultivator because of this." Zhao Zelin no longer showed his previous disdain. He also had a high-grade spiritual root, but it wasn't a mutually reinforcing one. This chubby person's talent was even better than his own, and he might be favored by a Golden Core Elder and taken as a direct disciple.
As for the previous unpleasantness, that was no big deal.
"Alright, continue." Wu Jianyang smiled and motioned for Wang Feng to continue. As he spoke, he looked at Da Jin Ya (Big Gold Tooth).
The worse the other party's face was, the happier he was.
Wang Feng nodded and carefully placed his hand on the stone tablet.
Buzz!
Without a moment's pause, the Spirit Testing Tablet instantly emitted light. The green light was dazzling, filling everyone's eyes.
"Hmph!"
Seeing this, Da Jin Ya (Big Gold Tooth) didn't wait for the light to disappear before flicking his sleeves and leaving, leaving only a foot-high green spiritual grass suspended in mid-air.
He didn't even take the three youths he brought with him, clearly having lost the bet and burning with rage.
"Junior Brother Jin, walk slowly." Wu Jianyang laughed heartily, waved his hand, and the Qingguang Grass landed in his hand.
"This is an abnormal spiritual root of higher quality than a high-grade spiritual root. The green light indicates a Wind Spiritual Root among the abnormal spiritual roots." Zhao Zelin swallowed. An abnormal spiritual root! It was only slightly inferior to a Heavenly Spiritual Root. If one had matching cultivation techniques and methods, the cultivation speed might even be comparable to some Heavenly Spiritual Roots.
"Our Luo Yu Sect's fourth abnormal spiritual root."
"Haha... This Junior Brother, truly congratulations, congratulations..."
Wang Fu was utterly contemptuous.
The spiritual root test ended.
Inside the hall, Wu Jianyang looked at the six youths.
"The rule of our Luo Yu Sect is that those with low-grade and mid-grade spiritual roots can become Outer Sect Disciples and cultivate on the Outer Sect mountains until they cultivate to Qi Refinement Tenth Level before they can become Inner Sect Disciples." His gaze fixed on the three youths brought by Da Jin Ya (Big Gold Tooth). "Wei Ming, take these three to the Shu Wu Hall to report."
The young man next to Wu Jianyang, who hadn't spoken, nodded and directly took the three away, leaving the Shu Wu Hall.
"Wang Feng and Zhou Peng, you have high-grade spiritual roots and can directly enter the Inner Sect for cultivation. You will follow me to meet the Hall Master later."
Wu Jianyang didn't say another sentence: with their spiritual roots, it was very likely that an Elder would be delighted to see such talent and take them as direct disciples.
"As for you..." Wu Jianyang looked at Wang Fu. "Five Elements Mixed Spiritual Root. You can only start as a servant disciple. If you can break through to Qi Refinement Fourth Level within ten years, you can also become a formal disciple."
"Servant..." Wang Fu fell silent. Although he had just arrived at Luo Yu Sect, he knew from the word 'servant' that these were the people with the lowest status within Luo Yu Sect.
He clenched his fists tightly. Spiritual root, spiritual root...
The intense unwillingness made his fingers turn white.
"Senior Brother Wu, I remember there's another method in our Luo Yu Sect that allows disciples with insufficient aptitude to be exceptionally promoted to formal disciples, right?" Zhao Zelin, who was beside him, said with a half-smile. He pinched his chin and looked down at Wang Fu from above, his eyes slightly narrowed, wondering what he was thinking.
Wang Fu looked up at him, then at Wu Jianyang.
Wu Jianyang frowned. "There is indeed."
"Shishu Wu, what method?" Wang Fu seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He came to Cultivation, not to be a servant.
"Our Luo Yu Sect has three main peaks. Behind Luo Xia Peak, one of the three peaks, there is a Thousand Cliff Stone Steps. If someone can reach the end of the Thousand Cliff Stone Steps within twelve hours, they can avoid being a servant and become a formal disciple, and even meet an Elder and become a direct disciple," Wu Jianyang said. "However, this path..."
Zhao Zelin crossed his arms over his chest and interrupted Wu Jianyang. "Senior Brother Wu, I see this kid is unwilling. Why say so much? Why not satisfy him and let him climb the Thousand Cliff Stone Steps? If he can really climb it, hehe... wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?"
Wu Jianyang was a bit displeased at being interrupted, but Zhao Zelin was a direct disciple of a Golden Core Elder, so he couldn't afford to offend him. However, he didn't leave out what needed to be said. "The Thousand Cliff Stone Steps are entirely composed of uneven steps, steep and uneven, winding upwards on a sheer cliff. Beside it is a precipice. If you lose your footing and fall, you will definitely be smashed to pieces. Have you thought it through?"
Wang Fu gritted his teeth and said respectfully, "Please Shishu grant me permission."
He absolutely could not become a servant. He wanted to become a true sect disciple, cultivating and seeking the Dao. He also knew that Zhao Zelin had ill intentions, wanting him to fall off the cliff and be smashed to death.
He didn't believe he couldn't climb it.
"Fu Ge..." Zhou Peng, who was beside him, showed a look of worry.
"Since that's the case, let's go."
Seeing this, Wu Jianyang said no more. Good words cannot persuade someone determined to die.
With a wave of his hand, Wang Fu immediately felt the world spin. A strong wind howled, making it impossible to open his eyes, until a moment later, a sheer cliff soaring into the clouds came into view.
Behind Luo Xia Peak, the Thousand Cliff Stone Steps.
A stone staircase embedded in the majestic sheer cliff, leading into the depths of the clouds.
"This path has existed for hundreds of years. It was set up by the previous Peak Lord of Luo Xia Peak to provide a path of hope for disciples with insufficient aptitude. That Peak Lord once said that while cultivation aptitude is important, perseverance is equally crucial. If one can reach the top without relying on external objects, even if their aptitude is lacking, they can be exceptionally allowed to become a formal disciple." Wu Jianyang looked at the endless stone steps. "Over the years, only one person has reached the top in one day and one night with a mortal body."
"Think about it again. If you fall off the cliff, you will definitely be smashed to pieces."
Wu Jianyang stared into Wang Fu's eyes.
"I've thought it through. I can definitely reach the top." Wang Fu's eyes were firm. "I must become a formal disciple."
With that, Wang Fu took firm steps and headed towards the stone steps.
"What a good temperament."
Wu Jianyang shook his head slightly, then turned to look at Zhao Zelin and said, "Since Junior Brother Zhao initiated this matter, I'll leave him in Junior Brother Zhao's charge."
"Of course." Zhao Zelin looked at Wang Fu's back with a playful expression.
Seeing this, Wu Jianyang frowned slightly. "Junior Brother Zhao, he is from Wutong Village. It's one thing for Senior Sister Yun to return empty-handed, but she has now brought two exceptionally talented disciples to the sect. You need to think this through."
"Hehe... Senior Brother Wu is overthinking. I wouldn't bother to kill a mortal."
"I hope so."
Wu Jianyang waved his hand, sweeping up Wang Feng and Zhou Peng, who looked worried, and turned into a stream of light on a magical artifact, disappearing.
"Hehe... Just an ant. A little trick can make him bleed from his head and be utterly humiliated. Why would I kill him?"
Zhao Zelin looked at the Thousand Cliff Stone Steps that went deep into the clouds and sneered disdainfully.