The Yang Household's First Extreme Spirit Root

Yang Huangge went from a Mortal to Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer in less than half a day, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded. He himself seemed unaffected, stepping through the air and returning to the library.

Before long, a steady stream of people came to invite Yang Huangge to a banquet, hoping to win him over.

Previously, Yang Huangge was a scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken. Although the major powers maintained a degree of respect for him, they didn't really care about him.

This world ultimately belongs to the strong. So how could the Confucian Sage Wang Ting wield such influence? Was it because of his Dao?

Some, but not all.

More importantly, this man has a hard fist. Tens of thousands of years ago, he forced the Black Dragon Empire's general to sign a ceasefire, dominating the world for One Sexagenary Cycle. He is definitely a ruthless person.

The disciples of the Confucian Sage Wang Ting were also quite formidable.

Of the eighteen people, four were Sage Manifestation, and the remaining fourteen were at least at the Spirit Transformation Late Stage.

The reason why Longchang Academy has stood for tens of thousands of years is because of the solid foundation laid by these eighteen disciples.

Connections are one thing, physical strength is another.

From a powerless Confucian scholar to a sought-after Confucian Dao Prodigy, powerful forces naturally recognized Yang Huangge's potential and flocked to him to recruit him.

Yang Huangge, and then continued his studies, teaching, and spiritual practice as usual.

Until an old man came to our door.

"You are the master of the academy?" Yang Huangge somewhat surprised, but quickly calmed down.

That's right. He had long guessed that the old man who had taught him the Heartforce School of cultivation was a master. Now that his identity was clear, although it was somewhat unexpected, he could accept it.

Seeing how quickly he had adjusted his mindset, the Longchang Academy Master was even more satisfied. Without beating around the bush, he asked directly, "I would like you to represent the academy in the Heavenly Prodigy Tournament a year from now. What do you think?"

"Me?" Yang Huangge was taken aback, then frowned. "But this disciple has never learned how to fight with others."

"It's alright. My Heartforce School emphasizes the unity of mind, intention, and sword, making it the fastest in the world in terms of attack speed."

"You don't need to learn those fancy supernatural Divine Ability and Technique Method, just learn some basic fighting skills!" Longchang Academy Master said proudly.

"Is that so? In that case, this disciple will accept this task!" Yang Huangge.

The Longchang Dao Master nodded slightly. "Don't worry, you're not going alone on this trip. You're only participating in the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage competition."

The upper limit for cultivation in this Heavenly Prodigy Assembly is the Nascent Soul Great Perfection, while the lower limit is the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

"I see." Yang Huangge softened a bit. Having someone accompany him was better than going alone.

But then, a thought struck him, "So, the Lineage will probably send someone to the Heavenly Prodigy Assembly too. I wonder if we'll run into any familiar elders."

When Yang Huangge entered Longchang Academy at the age of nine, he was already old enough to remember the faces of many of his Uncles and elders.

Over the years, his Lineage has often sent people to visit him and help him with some trivial matters and solve some troubles. Where there are people, there are disputes. Yang Huangge was able to study, learn, and comprehend the Tao in Longchang without any worries because he had a powerful Lineage backing him up.

Of course, many forces were unaware of Yang Huangge's true identity, which is why they attempted to win him over.

Those powerful forces that knew his identity simply wanted to befriend him.

His Lineage had done so much for him, so even though Yang Huangge had been away from home for twelve years, his sense of belonging to his Lineage was still quite strong.

"This is Law Artifact I used when I was young, the Soul-Splitting Bow. It's a top-grade Tier 2 Supreme-Grade. With your cultivation level, you can definitely handle it." The Longchang Academy Master flipped his right hand and took out a dark, powerful longbow, handing it to Yang Huangge.

Archery is one of the six arts of a gentleman, and many Confucian scholars are skilled in it.

Like that Confucian Sage Wang Ting, who once shot an arrow from thousands of miles away, directly annihilating a Great Demon, his power was immeasurable.

Yang Huangge could also shoot arrows, but he had always used ordinary bows before. This was the first time he had ever encountered Law Artifact longbow.

"Thank you for the treasure, Abbot!" Yang Huangge stroked the bowstring of the longbow and thanked him softly.

Halfway up Purple Moon Mountain, nestled between the mountain and the water, stands an exquisite pavilion. Inside the elegant bedroom, a woman at the Foundation Establishment Realm is giving birth, with her husband beside her, his face full of anxiety.

After a cup of tea, accompanied by a loud cry, the baby was born.

Yang Huanghua quickly circulated his Spiritual Power to stabilize his wife's fluctuating breathing, and then carefully picked up the baby.

The life essence of Cultivators far surpasses that of mortals. Although their children are still Mortals, their skin is not like that of ordinary infants, which are dark and wrinkled. Instead, it is exceptionally pink and tender, making one reluctant to let go when touching it.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang Huanghua and his wife played with the baby for a while before carefully extending a wisp of unusually gentle Spiritual Power to Detection if their child possessed Spirit Roots.

The couple were both very anxious.

For Cultivators, only children with Spirit Roots can stay with them and inherit their mantle. Otherwise, they must send the children down Purple Moon Mountain after they turn six to live as wealthy men in Purple Moon City, with very few opportunities to meet them throughout their lives.

This is a common rule in the Cultivation World, and also Clan Rules of the Yang Household, which even the highest levels of the Lineage cannot violate.

Spiritual Power surged into the infant's body. After a moment, Yang Huanghua's anxious face suddenly froze, startling the woman beside him who hurriedly asked, "Husband, what happened? Does our daughter have Spirit Roots?"

"I, I, I..." Yang Huanghua stammered, his cheeks gradually turning red, as if they were being scorched by flames.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'? Give me a straight answer!" the woman snapped angrily.

The voice was loud, yet it made the baby girl giggle.

The baby girl's laughter startled Yang Huanghua awake. He held his daughter in his arms, trembling, and said in disbelief, "Madam, look at our daughter's aptitude, doesn't it resemble the legendary Extreme Spirit Root?"

"Extreme Spirit Root?" Yang Huangyu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, and he snatched the child away, probing out with his Spiritual Power.

A moment later, Yang Huangyu suddenly looked up, his voice unusually excited, "Quickly, inform my great-great-grandfather."

"Is it true?" Yang Huanghua asked in a trembling voice.

"Nonsense! We both checked it, how could there be a mistake? Quick, inform the High Ancestor! This is an Extreme Spirit Root! Dao Ancestor, I, Yang Huangyu, have actually given birth to a prodigy!"

Yang Huangyu was clearly more composed; after giving her husband a disdainful look, she tightly embraced the baby girl in her arms.

"My dear daughter, you've made your mother proud!"

At Great White Residence, Yang Tianyou was in seclusion cultivating. Yunhua sat under Red Maple Tree, playing the zither. The melodious music made Zhiming, who was lying next to her, wag its tail happily, looking very content.

A streak of light flew over and landed in front of Chief Steward Zhiming. With Divine Sense, it read the contents of the light.

"Huh?" Zhiming's eyes widened, and he quickly said, "Mistress, Mistress, a member of the Lineage with an Extreme Spirit Root has been born!"

Upon hearing this, the music stopped abruptly.