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At the Qingyun Sect's century-old outer sect spirit-testing ceremony, young Lin Yue held the spirit-testing jade plate, and the cold sweat from his fingertips made the jade plate cold. The jade plate didn't even shine with the slightest glimmer, and it couldn't even be regarded as the most basic miscellaneous spiritual root. The elder of the spirit detector stroked his beard on the spot and pronounced: "It is useless without spiritual roots. It is the most useless thing in history. If you throw it away to guard the back mountain, you will die in the miasma within three months." Everyone on the steps burst into laughter. The senior brother rubbed his belly and scolded him for wanting to eat the immortal rice. Even the junior sister who was usually kind to him turned away. Lin Yue clenched his fingertips tightly, his nails digging into his palms, suppressing the surging blood. Only he knew clearly that the voice deep in his eyebrows that had been sleeping for more than ten years finally spoke at this moment. The old voice sighed with a hatred of steel, and slowly swept through the noisy crowd: "Are these idiots blind? This is not a spiritual root at all, but a chaotic spiritual root that has not grown in tens of millions of years. It can swallow all kinds of magic and can raise Chaos Dao Fruit. In ancient times, it was a head-stealing fairy..." Lin Yue lowered his eyes to hide the sudden coldness in his eyes, and his back was straight as he followed the steward back up the hill. No one knew that three months later, this loser in everyone's eyes would bring the chaotic spiritual roots to overthrow the entire Qingyun Sect.