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"Li Yunshan, Qi Refinement Stage Level 1, Earth Attribute, Single Spiritual Root, evaluation level: Elite!"
"Wow, another genius with a Single Spiritual Root!"
"I didn't expect this quiet one to have an Earth Spiritual Root. He looks so dazed; he doesn't seem like a genius at all."
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"Did you hear that, Fatty? Shorty, Little Apple, this is my brother whom I brought here myself. He's a genius with a Single Attribute Spiritual Root. If I'm this strong, could it be...?" Zhao Yang thought about his own Chaotic Root, the only one of its kind.
"It can't be that it won't shine either. This Fatty can't possibly be a Chaotic Root; he must have been forcibly cultivated by some cultivation family using spiritual medicine. But there’s no Chaotic Attribute among the ten attributes. If it doesn't shine, I'll be embarrassed." Zhao Yang fell into deep thought about his Spiritual Root issue.
"Zhao Yang, I've called you twice already! Why aren't you coming over? Don't think just because you're handsome I won't hit you," the Spirit Testing Officer said angrily. "Shrimp have their groups, fish have their schools. I've seen you hanging out with that Three-Inch Pig behind me. You must have found a kindred spirit. I've called you twice and you still don't respond? Do you think I don't exist?"
Zhao Yang felt embarrassed by the remark and quickly explained, "I don't know this waste." Without even glancing at Long Xiao Wu, he rushed onto the stage, completely ignoring Long Xiao Wu's face turning red with anger.
"You—" Long Xiao Wu was speechless with rage, pointing at Zhao Yang but unable to do anything. She turned her attention back to the Spirit Testing Officer. "This Spirit Testing Officer actually dared to call me a Three-Inch Pig. One day, I will teach him a lesson."
On stage, as Zhao Yang placed his hands on the calm surface of the mirror, the ten Attribute Spirit Pillars connected to him suddenly trembled with an unprecedented intensity, causing the entire mountain to shake!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!...
One after another, the hints of the Spirit Pillars about to light up echoed in ancient and grand tones. Countless sounds filled the air—cries, screams, clashing swords, and divine chants—all flooding into everyone's minds for a brief moment, causing them to lose their senses.
Fire Wuyan opened his eyes in terror as he watched one Spirit Pillar after another light up until all ten were illuminated! His expression shifted from fear to astonishment, then to confusion, followed by numbness. Finally, he smiled gently as if watching fireworks, revealing an appreciative look towards the Spirit Pillars.
The audience of New Disciples was stunned, each displaying a look of confusion—was the Attribute Spirit Pillar broken?
In the back of the crowd, Long Xiao Wu's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
"Wow, they really lit up all ten!"
Zhao Yang had a bad feeling creeping in and forced a bitter smile as he asked the Spirit Testing Officer, "Excuse me, what level of genius am I?"
The Spirit Testing Officer snapped back to reality, kicked Zhao Yang down, and glared at him while muttering, "Genius? You’ve broken the historical record of cultivation since ancient times; you are undoubtedly the greatest failure of all time! To put it nicely, you have an all-attribute Spiritual Root; to put it bluntly, you’re just trash. With ten types of Spiritual Roots, if you can cultivate to the third level of Qi Refinement Stage, how many warehouses of medicine would you need? You’re even worse than that drug-cultivated waste. I heard that those without Spiritual Roots can be forcibly raised to Foundation Establishment Stage in major Sects using medicine; for you, don’t even think about it in this lifetime!"
"What? Take another look! I possess the Chaotic Root, unprecedented and unmatched in history! In the future, I will be an invincible existence among the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths! How can you say I’m trash and garbage? And that I’m worse than that Apple-Faced pig?"
"How dare you speak like that! I told you from the start that you’re a waste and garbage, yet here you are cursing others!" Long Xiao Wu shouted desperately from below.
Seeing Zhao Yang's astonished expression, the Spirit Testing Officer guessed he was genuinely affected and cleared his throat. "A cultivator only needs one Spiritual Root in their lifetime. Having more than one means you'll spend double or even more time. For instance, if others can advance a level in a month, you’ll need two years or even eight or ten years. All recorded attributes of Spiritual Roots are here; even those not recorded cannot light up all ten Spirit Pillars. Therefore, your Spiritual Root is a Mixed Spiritual Root—completely and thoroughly mixed—doomed to remain below Foundation Establishment Stage for life. Out of pity for you, there's no need to waste your energy training every day. How about starting tomorrow as a guard for our Myriad Spirit Sect's Outer Sect?"
"Guard?" This left Zhao Yang even more astonished.
The Spirit Testing Officer nodded.
"To put it simply, it's like being a janitor. Look how clean this Courtyard is; it's all thanks to the janitors' hard work every day. There are also the surrounding walls, roofs, and latrines; sometimes they even pull weeds or water flowers. Each month you can receive two Spirit Qi Pills from the Spiritual Pill room as benefits. The Fish Pond on the back mountain is under your care; if you like fish, feel free to go fishing. If you're skilled enough, you can help out in the kitchen; if you're hungry, you can sneak a few pieces of meat as long as the supervisor doesn’t see. Ah, of course, I am that supervisor."
The Spirit Testing Officer rambled on without regard for Zhao Yang's expression.
Fuming with anger, Zhao Yang stormed off while cursing inwardly: "Sun Wukong! What a scammer of a master! You deceitful bastard! I wondered why I was always stuck with Body Refinement; every time I brought up my cultivation progress you'd dodge the topic! I can't believe I was tricked by a monkey!" Just as Zhao Yang finished his thoughts, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head as if someone had pricked him with a needle. He grimaced in pain and collapsed to the ground unconscious—it was due to three strands of Monkey Hair given to him by Sun Wukong when he ascended.
"Oh no! This waste fainted from shock!" someone shouted.
"A waste is just a waste; he can't handle this little setback and still dares to talk about cultivation? Truly a disgrace to our cultivation world."
"Exactly, he fainted. I wonder if he's just pretending."
...
Originally planning to continue mocking Zhao Yang, Long Xiao Wu was momentarily taken aback by the scene.
"Hey, that short and chubby guy, come over and take your brother back. Check his badge number first and drag him to his own room. You both will report to the back mountain tomorrow. From now on, you can stay in the firewood shed there. There aren't enough rooms here, and there might be new disciples coming," the Spirit Testing Officer shouted, pointing at Long Xiao Wu.
"Me?" Long Xiao Wu snapped back to reality and pointed at himself in confusion.
"Who else could it be? So far, you two are the only ones rated as useless. Hurry up and drag him away. Next up, Wang Zhixuan!"
Long Xiao Wu shook his head helplessly, looked at Zhao Yang on the ground, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and turned to leave.
"Wow, you have to admit this pig has quite a bit of strength," a young man mocked.
Long Xiao Wu's facial muscles twitched visibly; he paused for a moment before striding toward the disciples' quarters, ignoring the laughter behind him.
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