Chapter Five: The Five Spiritual Roots

  Central Flying Dragon Peak

  A magnificent and majestic building appeared in front of Chu Yan, with the three large characters "Fei Long Hall" on the signboard. Fei Long Hall has always been controlled by one person, the Peak Master. Chu Yan was not unfamiliar with this place, as he had lived here for thirteen years, but now everything was different and people were gone.

  Chu Yan had just returned to his hut when he was informed that Peak Master had summoned him, and then he was brought here.

  In the grand hall, there were two rows of chairs on both sides, while in the center, there was only one dragon-patterned chair. This was the exclusive seat for the Peak Master. At this moment, an old man wearing a golden-edged long robe sat on it, his face calm and majestic, with an invisible aura of killing intent emanating from him.

  This man is precisely Qitian Lie, formerly the Grand Elder of Feilong Peak and now the Peak Master of Feilong Peak.

  Chu Yan had endless hatred in his heart. After Chu Yan's parents died in that accident three years ago, everything of the Chu family was taken away by this person in front of him. Those former confidants of Chu Changtian, those brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, grandfathers and grandmothers who were regarded as relatives by Chu Yan... were all slaughtered by him.

  Chu Yan didn't know why Qi Tian Lie had spared his life back then, was it just because he had become useless? Absolutely not, he knew how ruthless this person was.

  Chu Yan was furious with Qi Tianlie in his heart, but he could only suppress his anger and asked in a calm tone: "I don't know what the master has called me for?"

  "I heard you've regained your cultivation abilities, come, let me take a look"

  Without giving Chu Yan a chance to explain, Qi Tian's sleeve robe swept across, and Chu Yan only felt an endless killing intent enveloping himself in an instant. An irresistible force drew him over.

  Qitian Lie placed a large hand on Chu Yan's head, and after a moment, Qitian Lie's face, which was filled with murderous aura, actually hung a faint smile.

  "Take a look yourself!"

  Qitian Lie let go of Chu Yan, and the cuff mouth shone brightly for a moment. A giant stone monument, about one person high, appeared in front of Chu Yan.

  Looking at the spirit-testing stele in front of him, Chu Yan had a bad premonition, but still placed his hand on it.

  A burst of light suddenly appeared on the Spirit Tablet, and in the next moment, a piece of golden light slowly emerged:

  "Five spiritual roots, six layers of water spiritual root, one layer of gold spiritual root, one layer of wood spiritual root, one layer of fire spiritual root, one layer of earth spiritual root."

  "What?"

  Chu Yan stood frozen on the spot, his confidence that had been accumulated through his cultivation suddenly collapsing. Five Spiritual Roots? It was actually Five Spiritual Roots?!

  Only those with spiritual roots can cultivate immortality. The fewer types of spiritual roots one has, the faster their cultivation speed will be. This is because if there are too many types of spiritual roots, different attributes will interfere with each other, causing the cultivation speed to slow down.

  Only one attribute of spiritual root is called Tian Linggen. Cultivators with Tian Linggen are the darlings of heaven, and their cultivation speed is extremely fast.

  Chu Yan was originally a water-attribute Tian Linggen before his spiritual root was abolished, and it was the cultivation talent that countless people admired extremely. Now, however, he has become a Wu Linggen. Wu Linggen cultivators are known for their slow cultivation speed due to their mixed spiritual roots, earning them the nickname "废材中的废材" (the worst of the worst).

  The probability of such a top-notch waste material attribute appearing is not very high, just like the cultivators of Tianling Root, about one in 100,000 people can produce one. Chu Yan didn't expect that after another cultivation, he himself would become such an extremely waste material attribute.

  "No wonder the cultivation speed with Ling Liquid is still so slow"

  Chu Yan felt a sense of loss and desolation, as if heaven and he had played a joke on each other.

  Chu Yan walked out of Feilong Hall in a daze.

  A refined-looking young man walked out from behind the main hall, and Qitian Lie smiled faintly at him: "Muer, you can rest assured this time. No one can shake your position on Feilong Peak."

  The young man's face did not show any joy, but instead slightly furrowed his brow and said: "Master, why do you still want to let him leave alive? After all, he has recovered his cultivation ability..."

  "Disciple, you're worrying too much. Although this kid can cultivate, he's still a waste of resources and has no hope of building a foundation in this life. Someone like him isn't worth worrying about. Leaving him a way out will also leave a good reputation for the master, after all, he is Chu Changtian's son. In three months, it'll be the inner peak assessment, and he absolutely won't reach the third layer of Qi Refining. At that time, he'll be expelled from the peak, and his life or death will have nothing to do with us."

  Qitian's expression was calm and collected. Today, he had summoned Chuyan because he was worried, afraid that if Chuyan truly regained his innate talent, then after a hundred years or several decades, Chuyan would become the greatest threat to himself. Today, he had already made up his mind, and if Chuyan really did regain his innate talent, even if it meant making an enemy of the old ghost Xuanqing, he would have to keep him here at all costs.

  But now Chu Yan is nothing but a useless piece of trash with a Five Spirits Root, posing no threat whatsoever. It's not worth killing him and making an enemy out of Xuan Qing Daoist again, so Qi Tian Lie let Chu Yan go.

  "The master's plan is profound and far-reaching, but I, as a disciple, have limited vision."

  Qī diāo mù kǎn shǒu bào quán, qí tiān liè bìng wèi chá jué qí yǎn zhōng huà guò yī dào yīn hěn.

  Translation:

  Lacquer carved shepherd's head held a fist, Qi Tianlie had not detected the treacherous glint that flashed in his eyes.

  Inside the small hut

  "Wow!"

  Chu Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. The dazed expression on his face when he left Fei Long Hall had disappeared without a trace.

  "If I had really regained my talent, I'm afraid it would be too late by now."

  Chu Yan recalled Qi Tianlie's undisguised killing intent from before and still felt a bit apprehensive. Upon further thought, it was fortunate that his innate abilities had not recovered yet.

  "Now that I have a Five Spirits Root body, I should make good use of it. A disadvantage can also be an advantage."

  Chu Yan began to think about his own cultivation path, and the Five Spirits Root body was not necessarily a waste. The cultivators of the Heavenly Spirit Root could only cultivate one attribute of magic, while the cultivators of the Five Spirits Root could cultivate five attributes of magic. If two people's cultivation were equal, then in battle, the Five Spirits Root cultivator would naturally have the upper hand.

  Chu Yan estimated that if he used the spiritual liquid to cultivate every moment of his life, even if he couldn't catch up with the cultivation speed of Tian Ling Gen in the past, it would absolutely not be much different from the dual-spirit root cultivators. And wasn't this title of waste material of the five spirit roots the best disguise for himself? No one would notice him.

  "At the same time, I'm cultivating five elemental abilities, and in the end, what kind of result will there be? It's really something to look forward to!"

  Thinking of this, the most important thing is still Xiao Ding.

  Chu Yan had already filled the jade bottles with the spiritual liquid from the small tripod, ordinary-sized jade bottles, four of them were full. But for Chu Yan, these were still far from enough, Chu Yan currently didn't have any personal wealth, elixirs, magical tools, and talismans all required spirit stones, where would the spirit stones come from? Now that Chu Yan was a miscellaneous disciple, he had no opportunity to earn spirit stones, and could only rely on exchanging spiritual liquid.

  Chu Yan thought for a moment, and the small cauldron flew out from his dantian. Chu Yan filled it with water, then stared at it with wide eyes, waiting...

  Half an incense stick has passed, one incense stick has passed, don't know how long it's been.

  The water in the small cauldron still didn't have a single change, Chu Yan furrowed his brow. What's going on here? Could it be that the small cauldron can only produce spiritual liquid once?

  Chu Yan repeated the experiment several times, but still no spiritual liquid appeared. Chu Yan thought that it was impossible for the small cauldron to only produce spiritual liquid once, so there must be a reason for this. He thought that if the small cauldron could convert clear water into spiritual liquid without any time limit, then his own value would increase to an unimaginable extent. Any kind of elixir or magical instrument could be bought in large quantities, which was too unbelievable.

  "These elixirs should be able to support me in cultivating with all my might for four days."

  Chu Yan grabbed a bottle of spiritual liquid and gulped it down, then sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, circulating the "Xuanzhong Water Technique" he had cultivated for ten years. Time couldn't be wasted for even a moment.

  PS: I've gone on a bit of a tangent here, but I really need everyone's support!