Chapter 1538 - 1086: Planting Spirit Roots (2)
The first was fine—his master had given him a Spirit Testing Disc, a Spirit Treasure forged by the Green-eyed Fox Race, close to Divine Grade. As long as you held that black round disc, any fluctuation of Spiritual Power nearby could be easily detected, and for those born with a Spirit Root, one test and you’d know for sure.
So teaching the Demon Suppression Scripture went very smoothly, and he even took the chance to recommend quite a few disciples to the various Sects.
For the latter, he could only ask his master for help this way, so he wouldn’t have to drag a whole crowd over for nothing.
"Oh? Let me see the mortals you picked." Jiang Yuan was quite satisfied with his eldest disciple’s cleverness and quick thinking. Sure enough, as the "camera" panned, he saw a group of young people with big check marks over their heads, meaning they’d been approved by the system and could have Spirit Roots planted.
"Mingchuan, your eye for talent is getting sharper and sharper!" He pointed out two whose heads had no check marks and nodded in satisfaction. "Bring all the qualified ones to Yellow Earth Ridge. After their Spirit Roots are planted, pass on the Cultivation Technique and settle them properly. You can just spend the New Year at home."
How could the invitation list for the Spring Festival Gala not include the Celestial Sword Sect and Haoyue Sect?
Having the entire Sect come was unrealistic. But if the Sect Leaders brought their beloved disciples to spend the festival with other Cultivators and bond a little, that would be very helpful for the Sect’s future development.
Especially once the entire Wilderness World had finished relocating, and this Little World was returned to the Human Race Cultivators once again.
The Ancient Ten Great Sects would still be sitting in town, the Wilderness would need to repair itself, and the Human World, with Spiritual Energy nourishing it, would renew and evolve. More Cultivators would "Ascend" and join the Immortal Cultivation Sects above the Wilderness.
By then, as long as the Celestial Sword Sect and Haoyue Sect kept a good relationship with those ten colossal forces, no one would need to worry about their future prospects.
"New Year?" Hearing this long-lost word, Wan Mingchuan instantly felt a jumble of emotions in his heart.
He remembered back in Riverfront Village, after a whole year of busy work, only during New Year could he rest for a few days. At that time, his grandpa would scrimp and save all year, then exchange the money for tasty sugar cakes; if the year went well, he might even get a new set of clothes.
Last Spring Festival, his grandpa was lucky enough to hunt a fox with excellent fur. They sold it and bought two pieces of malt candy in Anping Town. That fragrant sweetness, recalling it now, still seemed to linger between his lips and teeth.
Wan Mingchuan suddenly wanted to take another walk around Anping Town. New Year was just around the corner, the town had to be especially lively! He’d buy a few pieces of malt candy to savor, and also hand out some broken Silver to the refugees, so they could have a good New Year too.
After all, ever since he met his master in spring, his life had been turned completely upside down.
In less than a year, he’d gone from a poor kid in a mountain village to a High Level Cultivator in one fell swoop; his grandpa was fully settled and had even become a Ghost Cultivator. Life had suddenly taken a sharp turn and shot straight upward, to the point that Wan Mingchuan’s memories were like a runaway wild dog, stunned in place, lost in their own hardship-and-sweetness flashback.
"Little Immortal? Can we really all get an Immortal fate?" One bold young man, seeing him do a loop of Sword Flight in midair and then land, smiling without saying a word, plucked up the courage to ask, "It’s almost dawn. Will we see the Immortal you talked about then?"
"The Little Immortal has a good temper; we don’t have to kneel and salute. But to meet an even more powerful Immortal, we definitely have to kowtow, right?"
"If we can learn real skills in Cultivation Immortality, it’d be worth it even if we bash our heads bloody!"
Wan Mingchuan snapped out of it and looked at the nearly hundred people he’d carefully picked out. Among them, only two could not have Spirit Roots planted.
His master’s praise about his sharp eye actually came from his tempering in the Time Pavilion. Besides his Realm advancing, he simply saw people and things more clearly now.
Not being able to plant Spirit Roots didn’t mean they had bad character; it could be a matter of physique, or maybe just that their timing hadn’t come yet.
"No need to wait till dawn; we’re setting off right now." He turned his gaze to the two who hadn’t been chosen, took out a handful of broken Silver from his Storage Bag, and handed it over. "Sorry, the two of you lack sufficient Immortal fate and can’t travel with us this time. Take this money. When the Wilderness Ascension happens at dawn, just head home."
The two who weren’t chosen felt very dejected, but the Little Immortal had made it clear from the beginning: passing the initial selection didn’t mean you could definitely gain Immortal fate—there was still a final hurdle. Besides, following along the way had broadened their knowledge and opened their eyes; and in the end they got a big pile of Silver. The Little Immortal really had gone above and beyond.
More importantly, he could kill the fiercest, most terrifying Demon Beast with a single sword—who dared ignore his words? Would you rather refuse the money and your life?
With Wan Mingchuan skillfully balancing kindness and authority, the nearly hundred people of good conduct and character became even more obedient, and the two who hadn’t been selected cheerfully took their Silver Coins, ready to go home, buy land, build a house, and live comfortably.
He opened the Teleportation Scroll and made sure everyone was inside the teleportation range. The next second, with a flash of light, the near-hundred people gathered in the town, packed like sardines, vanished without a trace.
"Holy crap! This is Immortal Technique? That’s insane!"
"Where did the Little Immortal take us?"
"Shh! Quiet, don’t you see there are still Demon Beasts over there?"
"What’s there to be afraid of? The Little Immortal can kill them with one sword..."
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Before the Demon Beast Group occupying Yellow Earth Ridge could react, Wan Mingchuan released his High Level Cultivator aura first, instantly cowing them into submission.
He waved his hand and said, "Just like we discussed earlier—Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, the Five Elements. Everyone has one chance to choose. Pick your spot according to your preference, sit down cross-legged, and wait patiently. Anyone who makes a racket has no Immortal fate."
The noisy crowd immediately went quiet like chickens.
They’d all formed rough ideas about which attribute to choose on the way here, and judging by the hurried footsteps, in less than a minute they’d quietly sat down in formation according to the Five Elements, waiting for their own Immortal fate.