Fire Spiritual Root I Won't Accept It

Before leaving, Lin Xiao had instructed it to go find that piece of black wood at Guiyuan Mountain Residence if anything happened during the night.

Little Luan thought about it for a moment, then lifted its claws and headed towards Guiyuan Mountain Residence.

A novelty was a bit more interesting than training disciples every day.

Not long after Little Luan left, Mo Yuanjiao, whose head was being cradled in Guard Mo's arms, slowly woke up.

He opened his eyes, feeling a bit dizzy.

Seeing him open his eyes, Guard Mo was overjoyed.

"Young Master! You're awake! This place is too bizarre; we should leave as soon as possible!"

Mo Yuanjiao waved his hand dismissively. He sat up and stared at the entrance of the mountain path not far ahead, where a giant, ancient-looking peach tree stood under the moonlight. His excited expression clearly showed no intention of retreating.

"Look! I don't know what I bumped into just now! But there is clearly nothing in front of us."

Saying this, he got up and walked quickly to the spot where he had been knocked flying. He reached out to feel the space in front of him. Where there should have been nothing, his hand seemed to touch a transparent wall, unable to advance even half an inch further.

He suddenly turned his head back and said to Guard Mo in pleasant surprise:

"Old Que! Come look at this! There really is something miraculous here. This must be where my destined opportunity lies!"

However, Guard Mo, who was standing behind him, wasn't looking at his turning Young Master. Instead, his eyes were filled with terror as he stared directly behind Mo Yuanjiao.

"Y-Young Master, behind you..."

Seeing his rare look of terror, Mo Yuanjiao turned back around in confusion.

!

Not far away, a pitch-black piece of wood was floating horizontally in mid-air, sprouting a translucent head and two legs. It walked over looking like the character 'six', and the face on that head was actually half yin and half yang!

Beside this wooden figure's feet followed a brightly colored pheasant.

Mo Yuanjiao was immediately so frightened that he couldn't help but take two steps back.

However, blinded by the prospect of a destined opportunity, he immediately suppressed the fear in his heart and asked:

"Is Your Excellency an immortal?"

Guard Mo looked at his bold Young Master in disbelief. Had his Young Master been so blinded by this so-called opportunity? He actually called this ghostly thing an immortal?

Liao Pantu, who had been brought over by Little Luan, did not answer Mo Yuanjiao. He merely glanced at the large swollen bump on his head and then said:

"This is the restricted grounds of the Lingxian Sect. Idle personnel are not allowed to enter. Leave at once."

However, after hearing his words, it became even more impossible for Mo Yuanjiao to leave. He immediately bowed to Liao Pantu and said:

"This junior, Mo Yuanjiao, makes bold to request entry into the Lingxian Sect!"

Hearing this, Liao Pantu, who was originally preparing to go back home and continue drinking tea, stopped and carefully looked him up and down a couple of times.

Who knew that after looking, he would say with extreme disgust:

"A single Fire Spirit Root? We're not accepting you. I hate Fire Spirit Roots the most."

As someone with dual Water and Wood Spirit Roots, the thing he hated most was Fire Spirit Root cultivators. For over five hundred years, his repulsion towards Fire Spirit Root cultivators had been carved into his very bones.

It was just that very few people in the Lingxian Sect actually had Spirit Roots, and even if they did, they were extremely weak. Furthermore, the mental cultivation methods everyone practiced had nothing to do with Spirit Roots.

Mo Yuanjiao, who had been flatly rejected, didn't react much, but Guard Mo behind him was stunned.

His Young Master's talent of a single Fire Spirit Root was something the three major sects desperately wanted! Why did this wooden ghost reject him outright without even thinking about it? And with such a look of disgust?

He refused to accept this!

His Young Master was the best!

Guard Mo looked stubborn, wanting to step forward and argue with this wooden ghost, but saw his young master eagerly speak up before him:

"Truly worthy of a hidden immortal sect!"

A spiritual root like his, which the three major sects fought over, was actually casually rejected here!

Mo Yuanjiao only felt that he had come to the right place!

Moreover, thinking about joining this Lingxian Sect, he surprisingly no longer felt the intense regret he had when he was prepared to bow to family interests and reluctantly join the three major sects!

Instead, it was replaced by a refreshing feeling of having found the right answer!

That fortune-telling immortal was truly amazing. If he ever had the chance to see him again, he definitely had to give him a hefty reward!

Far away in the capital, Song Jusheng was happily lying in a gentle embrace, thinking that the Mo family boy should be arriving soon, right?

He had previously written a letter back to the sect, asking them to send someone to Anqun County to receive him. He guessed that the boy was already on his way back to the sect by now.

Thinking that after this Mo family boy joined their Shangyang Sect, the sect might help him make a connection with the great sect above...

Wouldn't his Nascent Soul stage be just around the corner?

Thinking like this, Song Jusheng immersed himself in the wonderful pleasures of the tender embrace.

Meanwhile, over in Xiushui Village, Lin Dayou, who had previously gone down the mountain to eat at home, kept pondering about the two strangers he had seen entering the village.

The direction they went was exactly the direction of their Lingxian Sect.

Lin Dayou felt a bit uneasy. He was afraid the two had bad intentions. What if they went up, discovered their sect, and caused sabotage?

Thinking of this, he wolfed down the rest of the food in his bowl in two bites and said to Lin Yun:

"Dalang, watch the house. I saw those two outsiders heading towards the North Mountain just now. I don't know what they are doing in our village, so I'm going up the mountain to take a look."

Lin Yun nodded and said:

"Dad, why don't I go instead?"

Lin Dayou waved his hand, "No need. You go and get those clothes clean." After speaking, he left the house.

When Lin Dayou reached halfway up the mountain, he happened to see the scene of Mo Yuanjiao trying to join the Lingxian Sect.

Seeing Liao Pantu was also there, he went forward to greet him:

"Mr. Liao, what's going on?"

Seeing it was Lin Xiao's father, Lin Dayou, Liao Pantu's expression softened. He nodded to him as a greeting, and then said:

"These two came up the mountain late at night, saying they want to join our sect. I refused them, but they insist on staying here and refuse to leave."

Seeing Lin Dayou looking like an ordinary farmer, and noticing that the wooden man who had given them a sour face earlier was now looking at him so gently, Mo Yuanjiao cautiously asked:

"May I ask who you are..."

Suddenly asked this, Lin Dayou didn't know how to answer for a moment.

The person asked who he was, but who was he? He was nobody; he was just Lin Dayou.

Liao Pantu, standing to the side, glanced at Mo Yuanjiao and answered on Lin Dayou's behalf:

"He is the father of our Sect Master."

This young man was clearly wealthy or noble. Although Liao Pantu himself didn't like fire spiritual roots, he felt that finding a backer in the mortal realm for their sect—well, maybe not a backer, but allying with a relatively powerful or wealthy family in the mortal realm—wouldn't be a bad idea. After all, their sect was currently just a small seedling and needed some external support.

Therefore, Liao Pantu intentionally introduced him this way.

Upon hearing that the unassuming middle-aged man before him was actually the father of the sect master, Mo Yuanjiao had only one thought in his mind:

When a fortuitous encounter comes your way, absolutely nothing can stop it!

This was the father of a sect master, after all!