Chapter 41: Guan Bai

  After Li Feng left, Zhang Zhenglin inquired about Ling Feng's name, age and family background in detail, registered him on the book, and gave him a green jade token.

  "Li Shizhong, this token is a symbol of your identity in the sect from now on, you must not lose it easily!" Zhang Zhenglin's tone was very gentle, perhaps because he was looking at Li Feng and also considering the face of Lingfeng, his yet-to-be-met master.

  "Master Zhang's teachings, I will remember them in my heart!" Ling Feng bowed and responded.

  "Hmm!" Zhang Zhenglin nodded his head, he still had a pretty good impression of this well-behaved child in front of him.

  Then, he saw his hands stretched out flat, with a flip of his palms, a blue monk's robe and a palm-sized storage bag appeared out of thin air.

  "A low-grade defensive artifact, the Green Silkworm Cloak, one piece; a low-grade attacking artifact, the Red Iron Sword, one handle; twenty Spirit Stones; ten Cultivation Pills; and a Storage Bag, one! Zhang Zhenglin handed over the Green Silkworm Cloak and the Storage Bag to Ling Feng, adding: "Except for the Green Silkworm Cloak, everything else is inside the Storage Bag, Li Shixiong can take a look!"

  Ling Feng said a word of thanks, took over the Qingcan clothes and storage bag, thought for a moment, and said: "Tell Zhang Shu, the disciple has not yet cultivated the method, so this storage bag the disciple can't open for the time being!"

  Storage bag, is a kind of special storage instrument refined by the cultivator, with an independent space inside, the practitioner can use his own spiritual power to put things into the space in the bag for collection, and when taking out, just need to inject a thread of spiritual power into the storage bag to open it.

  In fact, Ling Feng can now freely open the storage bag and use his own spiritual sense to explore the items stored inside, because the beast yuan force contained in the body of the Shan Yu tribe's beast soul warrior is actually a kind of spiritual force!

  But he wouldn't do that, after all, Li Changqing, whom he replaced, had never cultivated any magical powers and didn't have a single thread of spiritual energy in his body, so how could he open the storage bag?

  Ling Feng would never make such a low-level mistake!

  "It's indeed the master's intention! Don't worry, nothing will be missing!" Zhang Zhenglin only then remembered that when he probed this child's spiritual root earlier, he found no signs of spiritual power fluctuations within his body.

  "Master Uncle, how could I possibly distrust you!" Ling Feng smiled and put the storage bag into his bosom, as for the blue silkworm robe, he directly wore it on his body.

  "Low-grade defensive artifact? Doesn't look too bad!"

  Seeing the Qingcan clothes worn on the body as light as nothing, the surface of the fabric is gleaming and flashing, it's obviously not an ordinary object, Ling Feng secretly delights in his heart.

  "Green silkworm clothes and red iron sword are just ordinary magical tools, they're not of much use to you!" Zhang Zhenglin saw the joy in his heart and smiled faintly, saying: "Li Shizhong, you're lucky to be under the tutelage of Master Zhong Sun, from now on you'll have access to high-grade magical tools!"

  "This Zhong Sun Sheng in the crowd should be my master who I have never met. Look at how he mentions 'Zhong Sun Sheng' with a tone full of reverence, it seems that my master's reputation is not ordinary!"

  Ling Feng's eyes were sharp and his observation of people was meticulous. From just the other person's expression and tone, he could see many things.

  At this time, Zhang Zhenglin summoned a Qingyi disciple and ordered him to arrange a place for Ling Feng to stay. Ling Feng paid his respects and followed the disciple to the passageway on the right side of the hall.

  They had already walked out of the grand hall and arrived at a large courtyard with an area of several hundred square meters. Pushing open the courtyard door, a row of houses appeared in front of them, with more than 20 rooms. In front of the houses was a spacious empty space, where thirty or forty children, about Ling Feng's age, were playing!

  With a glance around, Ling Feng discovered that apart from these children, there were six or seven people who were quite old, with the youngest being at least sixteen or seventeen years old, and the oldest possibly twenty-seven or eight!

  Although they are older in age, their status should be the same as that of Ling Feng, all of whom are newly recruited inner disciples.

  Under the arrangement of the Qingyi disciple, Lingfeng moved into the third room on the east side. As he entered the house, he saw a slender child sitting on the ground, curled up in the corner of the wall, and when he saw Lingfeng enter, he didn't make a sound, lowering his head and not speaking.

  With some curiosity in his heart, Ling Feng was just about to go forward and ask questions when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him. Turning around, he saw two little kids walking into the house from the outer courtyard.

  "In the lower village, Zhao Min, a young master of the Zhao family from Mu Bei, hadn't asked for this senior brother's surname and given name!" The speaker was Ling Feng, who had seen him earlier on the high platform at the valley entrance. He was that sturdy-built young master of the Zhao family from Mu Bei with the Thunder Spirit Root, with a robust physique and an extremely loud voice."

  "In the next chapter, Wuji, the young master of the Linchuan Zhang family!" Another little kid said in a soft and delicate voice. Looking at his slender figure, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, he had a feminine appearance that made people suspect his true gender.

  "Zhao Min? Zhang...Zhang Wuji?" Ling Feng was taken aback, carefully savoring the two names in his heart, and suddenly couldn't help but feel an overwhelming urge to burst out laughing.

  Seeing Ling Feng's strange gaze, staring at the two of them without blinking, Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji were somewhat puzzled in their hearts, wondering if they had made a mistake in their words earlier, causing the other party to treat them with such a strange eye.

  Gritting his teeth and suppressing the smile in his heart, Ling Feng clasped his fists together in a salute and said: "I am Li Changqing, a young master of the Li family from Siping Mountain!"

  "It was actually Brother Li!" The two of them secretly let out a sigh of relief in their hearts. To be honest, they were both newcomers who had been cooped up in their families since childhood and rarely had the opportunity to go out, let alone meet children of the same age from outside their families. Now that they had been recruited into the Tianji Pavilion, they wanted to make friends with more brothers, but when they went forward to chat, they imitated the tone of adults, and in their hearts, they were uncertain, so Lingfeng's strange gaze just now made them feel quite nervous, suspecting that their words were wrong and would be ridiculed by others.

  The three children quickly became familiar with each other after a brief introduction. The four of them lived in the same wing of the courtyard, including the child who sat silently on the floor, and Ling Feng also happened to live in the same room, making them roommates.

  Zhao Min has the Thunder Spirit Root, and her innate talent is on par with Ling Feng. As for Princess Zhang Wuji, he possesses a very rare Ice Spirit Root, which shocked Ling Feng when he found out.

  The Ice Attribute Spiritual Root is not particularly rare, but people with this spiritual root have a physique that is extremely yin and cold. In general, only women will have this spiritual root, while the probability of men having an ice spiritual root is even lower than that of a heavenly spiritual root, making it almost impossible to find one in a million people!

  "It's no wonder he looks like a girl!"

  Ling Feng let out a soft sigh and cast a sympathetic glance at Zhang Wuji.

  Three children sat down beside the wooden table in the house and started chatting enthusiastically. Zhao Min was extremely straightforward, Zhang Wuji although a bit feminine, but spoke directly, not at all like his appearance looked so gentle, the two personalities were very compatible with Lingfeng, as if they had known each other for a long time!

  "Zhou Shixiong, what's wrong with him?" Ling Feng asked in a low voice, pointing to the child curled up in the corner of the wall.

  "I arrived a little earlier than you, let Zhang Shidi tell you the details!" Zhao Min glanced at the child and shook her head, with a sympathetic expression on her face.

  "It's like this..." Zhang Wuji said in a low voice, speaking slowly and clearly.

  The child's name is Guan Bai, and his parents are both loose cultivators. Loose cultivators forever live at the bottom of the cultivation world, living a life like drifting duckweed, in order to not let their son follow in their own footsteps, Guan Bai's parents decided to send him into the Tianji Pavilion.

  However, Guan Bai's innate talent was not good, and he had three spiritual roots, which basically did not meet the conditions for Tianji Pavilion to recruit disciples. For this reason, his parents steeled themselves and risked their lives to go to a treacherous place, where they obtained a 10,000-year-old spiritual medicine, which was one of the most difficult tasks announced by Tianji Pavilion.

  Guan Bai's parents only had a cultivation base of 7-8 layers, and were able to obtain spiritual medicine in a treacherous place, which was already a great fortune. However, good luck is not always present, on their way back, the news that they obtained the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual medicine was discovered by an intermediate immortal family, who sent out a large group of people to come and kill them!

  A fierce battle, Guan Bai's father fell on the spot, and his mother was seriously injured under the cover of a good-quality protective artifact and escaped. After meeting with Guan Bai who had been arranged in advance, his mother did not treat her injuries in time, and with her heavily injured body, she took her son to Cuiping Mountain.

  When she personally handed over the spiritual medicine to the Tianji Pavilion cultivator and expressed her own wish, she had already suffered from her injuries and was on her last breath. Finally, upon learning that her son had been exceptionally accepted as an inner disciple, she passed away with a smile!

  Guan Bai's parents finally fulfilled their lifelong wish, but at a cost that was too heavy!

  "...his spiritual roots are too poor, even if he becomes an inner disciple, it's likely that he won't achieve much in the future, alas, his parents' efforts will be in vain..."

  "Your spiritual roots are good, you're all great, not like me, I'm just a waste!" Zhang Wuji's words were cut off by a sudden painful scream from the side.

  Three people turned their heads at the same time, only to see Guan Bai, who was curled up in the corner of the wall, suddenly stand up and walk forward, pointing at them with his hand and shouting loudly: "I know you look down on me and think I'm not worthy of being an inner door disciple. If there's a chance to choose, I'd rather live with my parents like before than be this inner door disciple!"

  As he spoke, tears flowed down his face like a river bursting its banks, his young face filled with pain and sorrow, covering his face with both hands, he turned and ran out.

  Facing his sudden rebuke, the three people in the house looked at each other in dismay, no one dared to retort.

  "Alas, his life is really pitiful!"

  After a long while, Ling Feng let out a soft sigh and said.

  "Li Shixiong, you don't know the whole story. Actually, I, Zhang Wuji, am not a person who is swayed by personal gain. He came here with me, and at first, I repeatedly tried to be friendly and make friends with him. But he always put on a sour face and ignored me, making me angry just thinking about it!" Zhang Wuji shook his head and sighed.

  "It's not his fault either. Anyone who was in his current situation would probably feel uncomfortable too!" Zhao Min said with a sigh.

  "I know too!" Zhang Wuji fell silent for a moment, then said: "In any case, the four of us live in the same wing, we should look out for each other. Let's wait until his sorrow subsides a bit, and then we'll find an opportunity to advise him properly."

  The conversation between the two of them was overheard by Ling Feng, which made him reposition his impression of these two roommates.

  "They are two people of good character, worthy of frank communication. Unfortunately, my position is diametrically opposed to theirs, and we are on opposite sides, so even if we interact, I won't be able to reveal my true heart, it's just a matter of using each other..."

  Endless emotions in heart, Ling Feng lowered his head and remained silent, lost in thought.

  Just then, a sudden commotion came from outside the courtyard, startling Ling Feng out of his reverie.

  Collect!!