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The towering mountains stretched for thousands of miles, and the Myriad Spirit Sect was a place of cultivation that had endured for millennia. Even so, it was merely a small to medium-sized sect within the cultivation world. The disciples of the Myriad Spirit Sect were primarily selected from the jurisdiction of Yuwang City. Throughout history, the sect had produced many talented individuals, and it was said that King Yu was the most outstanding cultivator in the sect's history, having reached the Great Ascension stage. His profound skills were unfathomable, earning him the recognition of the Central Sovereign of Zhongzhou on the Five Elements Continent, ultimately leading to the establishment of Yuwang City, one of the Three Thousand Cities.
At this moment, in a cottage behind the outer sect's mountain of the Myriad Spirit Sect, a handsome young man lay peacefully asleep in bed. A beam of bright sunlight streamed through the window and illuminated his cheek. The young man's eyebrows twitched as he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Fourth layer of Qi Refinement Stage, I've finally advanced again," he murmured to himself while clenching his fists.
The door creaked open, and Zhang Fan entered with a bowl of ginseng soup. Seeing that the young man was awake and about to get up, he exclaimed and quickly placed the soup on a nearby table before rushing over to help him sit up.
"Young Master Zhao, you need to rest more after being ill. Be careful not to bump into anything," Zhang Fan said with a slightly exaggerated expression and a fawning tone.
The young man was Zhao Yang, who had been injured and fallen unconscious. He felt no discomfort at Zhang Fan calling him "Young Master Zhao."
Zhao Yang cleared his throat and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"
Zhang Fan respectfully replied, "Young Master Zhao, you have been asleep for three days."
Zhao Yang nodded and inquired further, "Do you know why I slept for three days? Have you heard any significant news from the Outer Sect during this time?"
Zhang Fan lowered his head and answered, "Young Master Zhao, you fell ill after swimming in the pond and catching a chill. As for major events in the Outer Sect, I heard that two monsters killed several skilled new disciples. Some say they were spider spirits; others claim they were head-pulling demons. However, I believe those people deserved it—they took advantage of our shop while being disrespectful to you. Our boss is a dragon among men, elegant and charming; everyone loves him..."
"Alright, enough with the flattery," Zhao Yang said with a grin as he took out a book on breathing techniques he had confiscated from Ma Qing. He also retrieved two Spirit Qi Pills and handed them to Zhang Fan. "These are rewards for you. Go call Xiao Wu and the scholar; I have important matters to discuss."
"Yes, I'll go right away. Thank you for your generosity, Young Master Zhao," Zhang Fan said as he bowed and exited, feeling pleased with himself. "Such a soft-hearted kid; he thinks he can test me."
Not long after Zhang Fan left, Long Xiao Wu and the scholar entered.
"Zhao Yang, you're finally awake!" Long Xiao Wu exclaimed excitedly. "I thought you were going to die!"
"I'm not that easy to kill; however, you—Fatty—actually ran away at such a critical moment!"
"But I came back to rescue you from that room!" Long Xiao Wu replied somewhat sheepishly. "By the way, Zhao Yang, do you know what technique Han Hai used to create such immense power at Qi Refinement Stage that he blew up an entire room?"
Zhao Yang coughed lightly to indicate that there were others present. Seeing that the scholar appeared unconcerned, he asked Long Xiao Wu in return, "Have you already told him everything?"
Long Xiao Wu nodded. "He's not an idiot; he can guess it was us."
Zhao Yang said nothing more, clearing his throat as he added, "Fortunately, my physical body is nearly indestructible; otherwise, I would either be dead or crippled. Han Hai didn't use any spells but rather explosives, which are a type of weapon that creates a massive explosion."
"Is it a one-time-use artifact?" Long Xiao Wu tried to understand Zhao Yang's words.
Zhao Yang nodded and replied, "You could say that. By the way, what kind of commotion has resulted from the deaths of Han Hai and the others?"
"Heh heh, it's been chaotic. Several top experts among the new disciples have been wiped out completely. The Outer Sect is in an uproar; the elders came to investigate yesterday but couldn't find out what happened. They are spreading rumors that it was the work of the demon clan and even gave you the title of 'Mad Demon Hunter.' It's quite amusing."
"Amusing?!" Scholar Xiu, who had been listening nearby, felt a chill run down his spine. It seemed as if these two had killed numerous experts from the Outer Sect as if it were an everyday occurrence, causing panic among the Outer Sect and alarming the elders without a hint of concern. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad he had chosen the right side; otherwise, his life would also be at risk. Having read many books on cultivation since childhood, he knew there were some exceptional individuals in this world who could fight above their level. However, he never expected that these two could kill seven experts with just their Qi Refinement Stage Level Three cultivation.
But little did he know how shameless Zhao Yang was when it came to ambushes. After all, Zhao Yang wasn't foolish enough to challenge seven opponents head-on.
"Scholar, do you have something to say?" Zhao Yang noticed Scholar Xiu hesitating.
"I..." Scholar Xiu stammered before continuing, "I do have something to say. Just three nights ago, you asked me and Zhang Fan to go fishing at the Fish Pond. We noticed a shadow lurking around, seemingly talking to someone or chanting spells. When we approached, he seemed to notice us and hurriedly left. I remember his back; it felt familiar, and after thinking for three days, I finally recalled who that person was."
Seeing Scholar Xiu's reluctance to speak up, Long Xiao Wu couldn't help but urge him impatiently, "Stop keeping us in suspense! Just tell us who it is."
"It's Shiyunsheng, the top expert of the Outer Sect," Scholar Xiu revealed. "He was known last term as an extraordinary genius whose combat power surpassed that of elite-level single attribute spiritual root cultivators. He reached Qi Refinement Stage Level Nine at just ten years old. However, surprisingly enough, when his spiritual root attributes were tested, he turned out to be someone without a spiritual root at all. His highest cultivation level can only be limited to below Foundation Establishment Stage. Although Myriad Spirit Sect holds a grand recruitment event for new disciples every ten years, there are still new disciples coming in every year. Over the past decade, no one has been able to withstand even a single move from Shiyunsheng, including Qin Army from Outer Sect who is also at Qi Refinement Stage Level Nine."
"Is he really that strong?" Both Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu were taken aback.
"He can't possibly be someone with a hidden spiritual root unless he possesses divine power or exceptionally strong spells; otherwise, his combat power shouldn't surpass that of his peers," Long Xiao Wu speculated.
"So you're saying you also have a hidden spiritual root?" Zhao Yang asked in surprise as he looked at Long Xiao Wu.
"Cough cough! I'm not someone with a hidden spiritual root; I'm just like you—a Body Refinement cultivator on the path to achieving peak physical sanctity," Long Xiao Wu clarified.
Zhao Yang looked at Long Xiao Wu skeptically; he couldn't figure out which type of spiritual root Long Xiao Wu might possess among the ten attributes. Suddenly, a thought struck him: could there be other types of spiritual roots beyond the ten attributes? After all, wasn't he himself a Chaotic Root?
But then he reconsidered; his Chaotic Root was merely a mix of the ten attributes' spiritual roots. He had never heard anyone mention other types of spiritual roots besides Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth; Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning; Ice. Moreover, resources in the Outer Sect were scarce—there was no library or similar place where one could research information. With a sigh of resignation, he decided not to dwell on it further and resolved to investigate this matter once they reached Inner Sect.
"You mentioned that Shiyunsheng was acting mysteriously by the Fish Pond and hurriedly left upon noticing you?" Zhao Yang asked Scholar Xiu.
Seeing Scholar Xiu nodding in agreement, Zhao Yang analyzed further: "When we went to kill Han Hai and the others that night, we saw Shiyunsheng returning from outside. If my guess is correct, with his cultivation level, he must have noticed us. Our actions during the killing weren't exactly quiet; he definitely heard us but chose not to intervene. This only indicates one thing."
"How can you analyze all of this? No way, Zhao Yang..." Long Xiao Wu, always carefree, never thought so deeply. "What does it really mean?"
"It means he has more important things to attend to, things so significant that he can disregard the lives of his fellow Senior Brothers. He doesn't want to stir up any trouble, and it's even important enough for him to suppress his cultivation for ten years just to stay in the Outer Sect."
"No way, are you saying that the reason he isn't at the Foundation Establishment Stage is that he's deliberately suppressing his own cultivation? But he doesn't even have a Spiritual Root!"
Zhao Yang yawned and ignored him, turning to Scholar Xiu and said, "Scholar, you should go fishing now."
Scholar Xiu was confused by Zhao Yang's words. Earlier, he had been sent to fish to distract him, but now they were clearly on the same side. Why was he still being told to go fishing? He paused for a moment and said, "But we haven't eaten the fish I caught earlier."
Zhao Yang snorted and fell silent. Scholar Xiu was startled; he dared not bargain anymore and quickly left without looking back.
"This scholar thinks he's so superior with his bookish pride, believing that reading countless books makes him better than me. In reality, compared to me, he's just a small fry. Just because he chose the right side this time doesn't mean he'll make the right choices in the future. If he doesn't toughen up a bit, he won't be able to keep up with us." After Scholar Xiu left, Zhao Yang said to Long Xiao Wu, who seemed hesitant. It was laughable; the education system in his past life forced him to read books that contained more knowledge than dozens or even hundreds of those in this world. Comparing knowledge with him was like showing off in front of an expert.
Zhao Yang got off the bed and stretched his muscles. His cheeks still burned with pain, and his body ached all over. It seemed it was time to make up for all the cultivation time he had missed.
"Let's go check out the Universal Heart Sutra at the Outer Court Disciples' Dojo," Zhao Yang said energetically as he dashed out despite his injuries, leaving Long Xiao Wu astonished behind him.
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