Spiritual roots are the foundation for all immortal cultivators.
For ordinary people, having one spiritual root is already a stepping stone to cultivating immortality. Two spiritual roots are one of the best, and three spiritual roots are something that can be encountered but cannot be sought.
There are five types of spiritual roots: water, fire, earth, ice, wind, and thunder, among which wind and thunder are the strongest spiritual roots.
The third spiritual root she possesses is the first one in so many years. However, in order to protect her, Fuyun hid her third spiritual root through secret techniques and only told the outside world that she was extremely talented with dual water spiritual roots.
Thinking of this, Huazhi felt much happier.
Withdrawing the greed that was about to come out in her eyes, Huazhi put on her usual considerate smile:
"I believe Master is not unintentionally biased. Falling to the bottom of the cliff is already a great punishment for Senior Sister. That cliff is an abyss. To put it in perspective, even if she is lucky enough to come back alive, she is only one person, and the Yunlan Sect
But it’s a sect.”
Her words were cryptic and her expression was simple, but all the elders understood what she meant.
To put it ten thousand steps back, even if Su Lian is not dead, no matter how talented he is, he will still be unable to defeat four hands with two fists. And if the sect wants to deal with a single rogue cultivator, it can be said that it is easy to do.
Seeing that the situation was under control, Huazhi curled her lips and wanted to turn around to find some excuse, but found that Fuyun had already left.
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"Lian'er, as a beloved daughter of heaven, how can you collude with the devil's sect?"
"From now on, the relationship between master and disciple will be severed between you and me."
"No! I didn't! Master, Master, you believe me!"
...
"Master!"
Su Lian woke up with a start, and a drop of clear tears unconsciously overflowed from the corner of her eyes.
Raising her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, Su Lian felt a little empty in her heart.
It's so strange that I could dream this dream again.
Su Lian frowned slightly. Ever since she was transferred to the cannon fodder team, she has been dreaming.
There was a man in the dream. She couldn't see his face clearly and couldn't find him, but he would always stand on a high place, look down at her condescendingly, and then say what he just said.
But every time she dreamed about it, she would inevitably cry, as if she had been stimulated by something.
"woke up?"
Su Lian turned around suddenly and saw a young man in Tsing Yi walking over quietly carrying a tea tray.
In the thick tea steam, she could only see the upper half of his face.
Cold white skin, bone-clear eyebrows, long, narrow and deep eyes filled with unruly youth. In the mist, his expression was casual and lazy, and he finally stared at her face.
"Let's have something to eat."
He caught a glimpse of the remaining tears on her face, but he just raised his eyebrows.
Subconsciously curling up, Su Lian warned:
"Who are you?"
Only then did she notice that she was surrounded by a completely unfamiliar environment. She seemed to be in a resident's home, surrounded by items that had a very lifelike feel.
Seeing this, the young man placed a tea tray with a porridge bowl and a side dish on a somewhat worn coffee table.
"Sister, you can call me Xiao Chi."
The young man put on a cute smile, revealing two pointed tiger teeth.
Only then did Su Lian see his appearance clearly. Different from the rather deep look he showed before, he had a very boyish appearance, and his thin lips were naturally red, adding a bit of softness.
"Xiao...chi."
Su Lian subconsciously followed, but felt a little confused:
"You saved me?"
Rong Chi sat beside her bed very naturally:
"I'm from the village at the foot of the mountain. When I went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables in the afternoon, I saw you fainted on the edge of the cliff, so I brought you back."
Having said this, Rong Chi lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her scarred fingertips and arms.
Because of climbing the cliff, Su Lian's fingers had been worn almost flat, and they were covered with thick gauze tape.
Su Lian breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized that although the young man in front of him had a noble temperament and the material of his clothes was also very good, if you look closely, you will find that many parts of the clothes are white and even worn to the point where the original color cannot be seen clearly.
Ben's pattern.
The surrounding area can be said to be basically bare-bones, and even if there are a few pieces of furniture, they are extremely shabby and shabby.
Seeing that Su Lian was silent, the young man whispered again:
"Don't worry, I asked the aunt next door to help me with the clothes and gauze, so I'll just carry you back."
"That was not what I meant."
Su Lian said quickly. The young man in front of him looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. He carried her all the way down from such a high mountain and suffered a lot.
"Where is my sister's home? Once your injury is better, I will take you back."
He showed a kind and natural smile, with a sincere look on his face.
Su Lian opened her lips, but didn't know what to say.
Ever since she was picked up and brought back to the Yunlan Sect when she was seven years old, she has only had that home.
Before she was seven years old, her impression was not profound. It was as if she was born alone, wandering around the world, competing with wild dogs for food, and sleeping with weeds.
The master is her only relative, but now it seems that maybe that is not the case anymore.
Seeing that Su Lian didn't speak for a long time, a trace of apology appeared on the young man's face:
"I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness. I didn't mean to do it. You can stay here as long as you want. I live alone anyway."
"It's just...my place is a bit shabby, I just hope my sister doesn't mind it."
Rong Chi said a little shyly, as if he was really ashamed that he didn't have better conditions to entertain her.
Su Lian lowered her eyebrows gently. The young man in front of her didn't seem to be faking it.
Whether it was because he saved her or because he looked like an orphan, Su Lian couldn't help but relax her vigilance:
"I have no home, but I don't have any money with me. If you don't mind, I know some herbal medicine. After the injury is better, I can be a traveling doctor, so I won't delay you for too long."
Seeing the young man nodding in agreement, Su Lian breathed a sigh of relief.
She really had nowhere to go now, and if the young man in front of her insisted on driving her out, there was nothing she could do.
Rong Chi agreed and went out, saying he was going to find some herbs for her to stop the bleeding.
Only then did Su Lian have the opportunity to look at the wounds all over his body.
It was really hurt.
Su Lian frowned, and a silvery-white halo appeared in his palm.
Gritting his teeth, Su Lian swallowed the flame straight down. He was stabbed by thousands of needles and burned with pain and heat at the same time, as if he was being put on a grill.
This world is the world of immortal cultivators. Cultivation of immortals has become a trend. Almost every household wants to send their children to Yunlan Sect.
However, the conditions for cultivating immortals are extremely strict, and only one person from a thousand can be selected.
And the original owner is this one-in-a-thousand person, not only one-in-a-thousand, but also one-in-a-thousand.
The reason why she was able to worship Fuyun, the master of Yunlan Sect, as soon as she came up the mountain was because she was gifted with the rare three spiritual roots.