Immortal Talent Reflection

"Um..."

Su Bai slowly woke from the haze.

He had had a very long dream.

He had become the Third Prince of Yan Kingdom in the land of Qingzhou.

He had lived in the Imperial Palace for sixteen years.

Frailed by illness since childhood, under Imperial Father's arrangements, he had set out for Qingyun Mountain this spring with maids and servants to attend the once-in-ten-years Recruitment Ceremony held by the Cultivation Sect, Jade Mist Sect.

The clatter of hooves and the leisurely rumble of carriage wheels reached his ears, jolting Su Bai awake.

He abruptly opened his eyes.

Before him was a lavish carriage interior. Looking down, he found himself dressed in luxurious antique robes of black and gold.

The carriage was still moving, and Su Bai's heart rose and fell like the carriage rolling along.

There was a mirror in a compartment at the side of the carriage.

Su Bai took it out. Reflected within was indeed an unfamiliar face.

His features were exceptional, carrying a trace of noble dignity. He was not much worse-looking than his former self.

"I really transmigrated. When the virtual Holographic Game equipment exploded, my Earthly self had already died, and I transmigrated into the body of this Third Prince of Yan Kingdom who shared my name?"

"What a pity about all those Holographic Games I bought, and my AI girlfriends..."

"Well, since I was here, I might as well settle down. At least I was a Third Prince, and I was about to embark on the path of cultivation."

"In this world, Cultivators truly had a chance to ascend and become immortal, achieving a lifespan equal to heaven and earth. Not bad at all. Even after the great explosion of Biotechnology in my previous life, humanity's lifespan had only barely broken through one hundred and twenty years."

"However, cultivation seemed to require something called a Spirit Root. Not everyone had one—perhaps not even one in ten thousand?"

"Though the original owner of this body was a Prince, there were no Cultivators around him, so he had no way of knowing whether he possessed Spirit Root Talent."

"He had to reach Qingyun Mountain and take the test before it could be confirmed."

"I wonder whether I have a cultivation Spirit Root?"

The instant that thought arose, a familiar dark-yellow interface appeared in Su Bai's mind.

Name: Su Bai

Spirit Root Talent: None

Immortal Talent Reflection: Survey 1/1, Copy 1/1.

"Hm? Wasn't this the only immortal art I obtained in the virtual Holographic Game, Ascend to Immortality? It actually transmigrated with me?"

When he first saw that he had no Spirit Root Talent, Su Bai's heart had skipped a beat. But upon seeing the four words Immortal Talent Reflection, his mood instantly changed from sorrow to joy.

This immortal art was extraordinarily remarkable. With it, Su Bai's Combat Power in Ascend to Immortality had shot straight into the global top ten.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to reach the summit, his equipment caught fire, ultimately causing his death and transmigration.

"Perhaps it was truly the will of fate that brought me to a cultivation world with this immortal art."

"With this immortal art, even without Spirit Root Talent, I will certainly ascend to immortality!" Su Bai's gaze flickered.

The carriage outside, which had still been moving along, suddenly began to ride smoothly.

"Third Prince, Qingyun Plaza is here." Su Bo's voice came from outside.

Su Bo was not only the carriage driver, but also an Innate Martial Artist. He was the driver, guard, and steward Imperial Mother had assigned to Su Bai.

Had he already reached the immortal sect?

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Su Bai lifted the carriage curtain. Sure enough, the ground outside had changed from Yellow Earth to mirror-like blue stone slabs that seemed untouched by human chisels.

After passing through a forest path shrouded in misty rain, the carriage smoothly arrived at Qingyun Plaza.

Qingyun Plaza was vast. From time to time, flocks of immortal cranes swept across the horizon, their cries clear and resonant.

Qingyun Plaza lay at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. Only during Jade Mist Sect's once-in-ten-years Recruitment Ceremony would the Magic Array be opened, allowing ordinary people to enter.

On ordinary days, with the Magic Array blocking the way, Mortals could forget about entering.

Qingyun Plaza was crowded at the moment. People stood in orderly rows, waiting for their Spirit Root tests.

Jade Mist Sect was one of Qingzhou's three great Cultivation Sects.

Across all of Qingzhou's dozens of Mortal Kingdoms, nearly everyone with the means and qualifications to learn of this Recruitment Ceremony had rushed over to take part in the test.

"Third Prince, it is time to get out and join the queue." Su Bo stopped the carriage and spoke respectfully over his shoulder.

"Mm." Su Bai stepped out of the carriage. The luxurious Yan Kingdom royal carriage, along with his noble attire and appearance, immediately drew quite a few gazes.

However, Qingzhou had dozens of mortal nations, and among the Mortals who had come for testing, there was more than one royal personage like Su Bai.

He was not especially conspicuous.

Su Bai headed toward one of the lines.

Before the gates of an immortal sect, even a Prince had to queue according to the rules to test his Spirit Root.

Still, Su Bai was somewhat different from ordinary people.

The smaller carriage following behind his own also stopped at this moment. Four well-featured, well-proportioned maids emerged from within in single file and swiftly assembled a sedan chair.

"Third Prince, please enter the sedan chair!"

"Mm." Su Bai gave a slight nod. After he stepped into the sedan chair and sat down, the four maids, all trained in mortal martial arts, easily lifted it and joined the queue.

Envious gazes came from all around, though quite a few people also showed disdain.

"Still putting on such airs at an immortal sect? Does he really think he is still in the mortal world?" someone murmured.

Su Bai pretended not to hear. Why not enjoy what was there to enjoy?

If you were the Third Prince, you might be even more dissolute than I am. You are just jealous!

There was nothing to argue about with Mortals of such shallow understanding.

All his attention was focused on the testing platform ahead.

Through the immortal art Immortal Talent Reflection, Su Bai already knew that although this body was a Prince, it was a Mortal with no Spirit Root.

Therefore, he had to use the immortal art to copy someone else's Spirit Root Talent.

Only then could he successfully join Jade Mist Sect.

Each line in Qingyun Plaza had a Jade Mist Sect Cultivator responsible for testing aptitude.

Naturally, Su Bai's line was no exception.

The Cultivator tested the people ahead at a pace of one person every few breaths, checking whether they possessed Spirit Root aptitude.

"No Spirit Root! Move along!"

"Immortal master, let me stay as a menial disciple. Here are five hundred taels of gold..."

"Get lost!" The Cultivator lightly waved a hand, and the richly dressed youth—seemingly a member of another kingdom's royal family—was sent flying.

He landed on the ground more than ten meters away, dead or alive unknown.

The Cultivator did not even glance at him before continuing to test the next person.

Su Bai's expression turned slightly grave. Sure enough, a Mortal without a Spirit Root was nothing in a Cultivator's eyes!

"No Spirit Root!"

"No Spirit Root..."

"No Spirit Root." ...

After dozens of people had been tested in succession, all of them had no Spirit Roots.

Even Su Bai was beginning to grow anxious.

Among Mortals, those possessing Spirit Roots were simply too few.

Both the Survey and Copy functions of Immortal Talent Reflection had extremely long cooldown periods.

This first copy was of crucial importance.

Thus, Su Bai's plan was to first confirm that the target truly possessed a suitable Spirit Root to copy before using the immortal art.

And now, the safest method of confirmation was undoubtedly to rely on the Cultivator at the testing platform to clearly verify the target's cultivation Spirit Root.

Only then would Su Bai make his copy.

Just then, a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old youth in a nearby line finally tested positive for a Spirit Root.

"Inferior Five Spirit Root. Hm, you can barely enter Jade Mist Sect. Start as a menial disciple. Once you cultivate to Qi Refining Layer One, you may enter the outer sect. Are you willing?"

"This one is willing!" The youth in front nodded repeatedly.