Lu Qingshi, a useless young man with five spiritual roots, started out as a medicine farmer in Qingyun Village because of a five-color copper coin that swallowed spiritual energy and the "bluestone" buried a hundred years ago. He broke through the ceiling of the monk world step by step with calculation and forbearance, and finally asked his own way.
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The Immortal Sect accepts disciples and tests their spiritual roots.
Thirty-seven young people from Qingyun Village stood on the spirit testing platform one by one. Metal, wood, water, fire and earth, you can know the quality of your talents in a flash of inspiration. Some people have three spiritual roots and attract a lot of admiration; some people have four spiritual roots and are barely qualified to enter the outer gate.
It's Lu Qingshi's turn.
He stretched out his hand and pressed the soul-measuring tablet.
Five colored rays of light exploded together.
Green, red, yellow, white, black - the five spiritual roots are all present, full and complete.
The whole place was in an uproar.
"Five spiritual roots... Isn't this a waste spiritual root?"
"The five elements are so complicated that you won't be able to practice foundation building for a lifetime, so what's the use of taking them away?"
Amid the discussion, Lu Qingshi withdrew his hand and looked calm.
No one knew that the half of the broken picture in his arms was pointing to the depths of Qingyun Mountain - a secret that no one knew about and had been buried for hundreds of years.
Next chapter preview: The Immortal Sect accepts disciples and tests their spiritual roots. Thirty-seven young people from Qingyun Village stood on the spirit testing platform one by one. Metal, wood, water, fire and earth, you can know the quality of your talents in a flash of inspiration. Some people have three spiritual roots and attract a lot of admiration; some people have four spiritual roots and are barely qualified to enter the outer gate. It's Lu Qingshi's turn. He stretched out his hand and pressed the soul-measuring tablet. Five colored rays of light exploded together. Green, red, yellow, white, black - the five spiritual roots are all present, full and complete. The whole place was in an uproar. "Five spiritual roots... Isn't this a waste spiritual root?" "The five elements are so complicated that you won't be able to practice foundation building for a lifetime, so what's the use of taking them away?" Amid the discussion, Lu Qingshi withdrew his hand and looked calm. No one knew that the half of the broken picture in his arms was pointing to the depths of Qingyun Mountain - a secret that no one knew about and had been buried for hundreds of years.