Three years ago, Chang Xi kept every word Qinglan said to him in mind.

After advancing to the Foundation Building Realm, Chang Xi tested his spiritual roots according to the method in his disciple's jade slip. Although Qinglan said that his spiritual roots were of poor qualifications, he only then realized how tactful the statement of the head of the sect three years ago was.

No matter how he tests, there is only one test result.

He has no spiritual roots.

This result really made Chang Xi feel depressed for several days, and he knew very well what this meant.

In the world of immortal cultivation, spiritual roots have many attributes. There are common metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and rare light, dark, ice, thunder and wind. It is best to have one attribute, and spiritual roots with two attributes, followed by and so on. The more complex the attributes of the spiritual roots, the difficulty and time required to refine spiritual power will increase.

With one decline and the other rising, the single-attribute spiritual roots are much faster than the multi-attribute spiritual roots. This is also the reason why many immortal sects pay special attention to and take care of the single-attribute spiritual root disciples. The cultivators with single-attribute spiritual roots are far superior to those of ordinary monks in terms of their cultivation speed, their spiritual power condensation and purity, or their move power. They are the real mainstay.

Cheng Yi came out in response to the sound, and thunder sounded from his palm, and a burning meaning was hidden among the arcs visible to the naked eye.

Yan Zhang raised his eyebrows and praised: "The two attributes of thunder and fire are indeed good. Among them, the thunder attribute is obviously much stronger than the fire attribute, and the two spiritual attributes are not repulsive, but are faintly superimposed, making the power even more powerful."

Yan Zhang looked at Cheng Yi, who was sweating on his forehead, and shook his head, "If it weren't for your time to advance to the foundation building realm and you'd be very good at honing some thunder and fire magic skills, it wouldn't be easy for Meng Su to win you."

Cheng Yi put away the fierce electric arc jumping between his palms and smiled embarrassedly.

"Chang Xi, show your spiritual root attributes."

Chang Xi stepped out steadily, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "I have no spiritual roots."

For a moment, all the eyes on the practice qigong pavilion were concentrated on Chang Xi. They were a little swaying, feeling as if they had heard it wrong. And when Chang Xi repeated it again, they believed their ears and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Yan Zhang grabbed Chang Xi's arm without saying a word, and his face darkened, and he slowly lowered Chang Xi's arm. Sure enough, on the spiritual platform built in Chang Xi's dantian, he could not feel any five elements power or rare attribute powers. The spiritual platform was empty, with only a few strands of unknown things floating.

In vain, Yan Zhang's body shook, his face showed an incredible look, and he grabbed Chang Xi's arm again. Senior Brother Yan Zhang's sudden actions made all the disciples confused. Could it be that there was a turning point in this matter?

As if to confirm their conjecture, Yan Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, unable to hide the surprise between his eyes, and said to Chang Xi: "Try to use the sword to slash the waterfall with all his strength."

Chang Xi frowned and said, "But the sound insulation barrier that was laid..."

Yan Zhang shook his head and said in a solemn voice: "You don't have to worry about this, just cut out your strongest slash on the spot, which is crucial."

Chang Xi stopped talking, and held his right hand on the hilt of the sword. The formation patterns engraved on the scabbard lit up under the surging spiritual power. The golden dragon in the sea of ​​blood roared and triggered a surging power to pass on the palm. For a moment, the sword energy spiraled on the practice stadium. The previous teasing expressions of some disciples in the Jindan territory were already stiff on their faces.

The tense spirit was like a string, and the accumulated sword reached its peak. Chang Xi's eyes looked cold and suddenly slashed a sword, and a blue light illuminated the surprise on everyone's face.

The sword energy rises in the wind and turns crescent-shaped like a crescent-shaped formation around the training floor. The sound insulation formation set up around the training floor was torn and broken after only half a breath under this sharp sword energy. The roar of the Thousand-Step Waterfall suddenly came into my ears. The crescent-Step Sword Aura was in full force, cutting the waterfall in half and crashing into the extremely hard bluestone behind the waterfall, leaving a deep sword mark.

None of the hundreds of people spoke out on the huge training parquet. They knew how difficult it was to leave a trace on the extremely hard bluestone. Many of the disciples had seen the sword at the Ri Jiufeng Outer Sect Competition, but the distance was far away, so the details of it were naturally not as clear as it is now. And they already knew what the crescent-shock sword energy contained in them.

"That's the sword intent."

Yan Zhang's voice sounded in Chang Xi's ears. He looked up in confusion, not knowing what the sword intent was.

"Sword intent can also be regarded as a rare thing among our sword cultivators." Yan Zhang pointed to several inner disciples, including Qing Feng. "As you can see, there are only a few of us who can comprehend the sword intent in the inner sect of Tianxiu Peak. I wonder if you can see what the people who have understood the sword intent have in common." Yan Zhang was only halfway through, and wanted to test Chang Xi.

Chang Xi looked closely and soon saw the clues from the people, and replied: "The common point should be that the senior brothers are all Jindan cultivators?"

"good."

Yan Zhang said seriously: "The ancestor has a lesson: the sword and body can hold the sword energy; the qi and the heart can be combined with the sword intention; the intention and the spirit can be combined with the sword truth. According to common sense, it is extremely difficult to achieve sword and heart without the cultivation and mind of the Golden Elixir Realm. I just don't know what adventure you have, but you can actually achieve qi and heart with the foundation-building realm and the heart-to-heart with the flying sword. The difficulty of this is no less than trying to shake the Golden Elixir Realm with the cultivation of the Foundation-building realm."

Yan Zhang waved his hand, and more than a hundred inner disciples all folded their fists and left. Qing Feng explained to several female disciples in the inner disciple who knew the two attributes of thunder and fire were responsible for teaching Cheng Yi. When Cheng Yi left, he looked back at Senior Brother Yan Zhang, and saw the two figures slowly walking towards the Qianzhang waterfall one after another.

The water mist drifted on both sides of the waterfall, and the narrow mountain road that could only accommodate a person alone was covered with moss. Chang Xi's expression moved and found that the spiritual power condensed on the soles of his feet to stabilize his body would dissipate out of thin air when it was stained with the mist. He simply took his spiritual power and was more careful every step he took.

On the five thousand stone steps, two figures slowly moved upwards.

Yan Zhang could know how careful Chang Xi’s expression would be without looking back, and asked with a smile: “Have you ever been discouraged when you know you don’t have spiritual roots?”

Chang Xi did not dare to relax at all under his feet, and said, "I have done it."

“Why.”

Chang Xi thought for a while and said, "If there is no spiritual root attribute, there will inevitably be many obstacles in future practice. Some powerful magic tricks can be more effective by using the corresponding attributes single spiritual roots. Without spiritual roots, it means that there is no such thing, so for a while, this knot in my heart cannot be untied no matter what. But later, I figured it out."

"Oh?" Yan Zhang couldn't help but slow down.

For some reason, Chang Xi's body, who was still a little unsteady just now, seemed to have found the trick and stopped shaking. "When I was young, it was the head of the sect who gave me the opportunity to worship Qingyun Mountain. In a few years, I grew up from a mortal child with nothing to the point of today, and it was not up to the spiritual roots. I want to prove myself in my own way."

The firm belief was loud and loud, and the roar in my ears was overwhelmed.

Standing still, Yan Zhang slowly turned around, and with a gentle word, it was so insignificant under the roar of the waterfall beside him, but it was like thunder in Chang Xi's heart. In the roar in his ears, only Yan Zhang's words were constantly echoing.
Chapter completed!