Her spiritual root test came back at 0.3%, a new historic low. The sect elders expelled her in front of everyone, consoling her with, “Mortals have short lives, but at least they enjoy peace and quiet.”
She promptly pried a metal plate off the base of the Spirit-Testing Stone. It was engraved: XX University, School of Materials Science, Thermocouple Bracket No. 4.
Later, she turned that part into a spiritual-power power bank. A blacksmith immediately mastered the Fireball Spell. A noodle vendor used it to grow vegetables. A young man used it to blow up the back mountain of the Xuantian Sect.
She hung out a sign for the “Rootless Spirit Technical College.” It had just one admissions requirement: you had to be breathing.
The elder of the Artifact Refining Hall called her a practitioner of heretical arts. She tossed out her lab notebook. “Look at the data first.”
The elder finished reading and fell silent.
As he was leaving, he asked, “So... do you accept older students?”
No Romance | Strong Female Lead | Cultivation | Comedy | Wish Fulfillment | Wild Imagination
