“Sister Empress, aside from my primordial yang, can I trade you something else for a cultivation technique?”
“You have five mixed spiritual roots. If you don’t cultivate with me, how do you expect to cultivate at all? And if you can’t cultivate, how do you expect to find your mother? Dream on!”
The Empress’s words left Chen Yang speechless.
Born with five mixed spiritual roots, he had never seen his mother since childhood. Since he couldn’t cultivate, people had called him useless for eighteen years. His father had also died while searching for heavenly treasures that could help him cultivate, leaving behind only a marrow-cleansing pool at their sect.
Chen Yang had thought he could use the pool to purge his five mixed spiritual roots. Instead, someone stole his right to cultivate in it, and his clan members even took the home he’d lived in since childhood.
Alone in the world, Chen Yang turned and threw himself into Sister Empress’s arms.
“Big Sis, I’ve made up my mind. I don’t want to work hard anymore.”
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