Spiritual Root Grade

"Senior, was it you who saved us?"

Ye Xiaofan's thoughts raced a hundred turns. Seeing that this miniature dragon did not seem hostile, he chose his words carefully before asking.

"That's right. This great—uh, this Divine Dragon saved you."

The miniature dragon held its head high and puffed out its chest, patting itself with one five-clawed dragon hand.

"This Divine Dragon saved you. Mortal, shouldn't you show some gratitude?"

Before Ye Xiaofan could speak, the miniature dragon's pair of pitch-black, gleaming eyes rolled around a few times as it continued.

The miniature dragon's words left Ye Xiaofan at a loss. Aside from Blood Qi Pills, he had nothing valuable on him.

As a member of the Dragon Clan, the strongest race of the Demon Race, what treasure had it not seen?

If he took out Blood Qi Pills, it would probably look down on them.

"Uh... Senior, I truly have no treasures on me. If you do not mind, when I obtain treasures in the future, I will come offer them to you?"

Ye Xiaofan stared at the miniature dragon and tested the waters.

"You mortal aren't honest. I can smell a treasure on your chest."

The miniature dragon looked at Ye Xiaofan with contempt and pointed a claw at his chest.

"My chest?"

Ye Xiaofan froze. I have a treasure? How come I don't know about it?

"Smell?"

Ye Xiaofan caught the key point in the miniature dragon's words. Could it be referring to the Blood Qi Pills?

At once, Ye Xiaofan took a small porcelain bottle from his robes and poured a Blood Qi Pill into his palm.

"Senior, is this what you mean?"

Whoosh!

Before Ye Xiaofan finished speaking, a tearing sound cut through the air, and his palm suddenly sank.

The miniature dragon was already standing in his palm, hugging the Blood Qi Pill and gnawing on it.

What incredible speed!

Ye Xiaofan was startled. He did not dare move at all as he watched the miniature dragon narrow its eyes and chew on the Blood Qi Pill, which was twice the size of its head.

"Mmm, not bad. It's just a little dry. The flavor isn't as pure as my eggshell."

The miniature dragon swallowed the Blood Qi Pill in three or four bites, then spoke with narrowed eyes and an expression of bliss.

"Kid, do you have any more? Give this Divine Dragon a few more."

It really was the Blood Qi Pills.

Ye Xiaofan's eyelids could not help twitching. Was this really a Divine Dragon? Why did it not have even a shred of grandeur?

Still, his hands moved quickly. The other party was stronger than him and had saved him. They were only a few Blood Qi Pills.

"Yes, yes."

Ye Xiaofan hurriedly handed over the small porcelain bottle.

He had brought five bottles of Blood Qi Pills when he came out this time, fifty pills in total.

He had used fifteen of them along the way.

How could Ye Xiaofan have known that the miniature dragon had been born only a month ago? Here, it had eaten nothing but eggshell.

The energy contained in the Blood Qi Pills was a delicacy beyond compare for the young dragon.

"Mmm, not bad."

Ye Xiaofan's action made the miniature dragon bloom with joy. It jumped up and patted his shoulder with its little claw, speaking in an old-fashioned tone.

Then, hugging the small porcelain bottle, it flashed back onto the pillar with another whoosh, poured out a Blood Qi Pill, and began gnawing on it.

"Senior, where is this place? Has the evil outside already been killed by you?"

"An old man's Inheritance Ground."

The miniature dragon gave a muffled reply, then stopped speaking.

What evil? How would it know?

It had heard the commotion and come out from inside, only to see these two people stacking themselves like a human pyramid.

Inheritance Ground?

"Senior, what is an Inheritance Ground?"

"Burp~"

After finishing the second Blood Qi Pill, the miniature dragon burped. It poured out another one and held it in its arms before speaking.

"It means an old man died and left his cultivation method here, waiting for someone to pass the trials and become his successor."

At the mention of a cultivation method, Ye Xiaofan's heart burned with excitement.

Especially since this Inheritance Ground even had a Divine Dragon guarding it—it could not be anything inferior.

"Senior, how do we take the trial and obtain the inheritance?"

"There. Go inside and you'll know."

Without even raising its head, the miniature dragon pointed at the Stone Gate in the middle of the stone pillar.

Seeing the miniature dragon eating with such relish, Ye Xiaofan did not ask further.

He walked over to Tie Wuqing's side and called softly, "Gang Leader Tie, Gang Leader Tie, wake up!"

"Mm~"

Tie Wuqing groaned and slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the face so close at hand, her pretty face could not help flushing again.

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"Ye Xiaofan, where are we? Where is the evil?"

Tie Wuqing pretended that she knew nothing and asked.

"Tch!"

The miniature dragon shot Tie Wuqing a sidelong glance. This woman had woken up long ago—she really knew how to pretend.

Neither of them noticed the miniature dragon's odd behavior. Ye Xiaofan explained everything in detail.

Tie Wuqing also put on an extremely shocked expression.

This earned her countless more eye rolls from the miniature dragon.

"Gang Leader Tie, I'm preparing to go in and take a look. What about you?"

"I'll go in with you."

The two arrived before the Stone Gate and carefully examined it. They found that aside from a wrist-sized hole in its lower-left corner, there was not the slightest crack anywhere else.

Ye Xiaofan tried pushing the Stone Gate, but it did not budge in the slightest.

He then erupted with terrifying Blood Qi power.

The Stone Gate still did not budge in the slightest.

"Senior, how do we open this Stone Gate?"

"One drop of essence blood will do."

The miniature dragon gave the two a contemptuous glance, then lowered its head and continued gnawing on the Blood Qi Pill.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Xiaofan forced out a drop of essence blood from his fingertip and let it fall onto the Stone Gate.

The drop of blood instantly merged into the Stone Gate, which then erupted with dazzling golden light.

When the golden light faded, Ye Xiaofan's figure had vanished as well.

Tie Wuqing did not dare delay when she saw this. She hurriedly dripped a drop of essence blood onto the Stone Gate.

Golden light appeared again, and Tie Wuqing vanished along with it.

After the two entered the Stone Gate,

The miniature dragon hugged the small porcelain bottle, thicker than its own body, and leisurely crawled into the wrist-sized hole at the lower left of the Stone Gate.

Inside the Stone Gate stood an incomparably vast main hall.

At the center of the hall stood a towering stone stele like white crystal, while three Stone Gates were embedded in the surrounding walls.

Different numbers were carved onto each Stone Gate: seven, eight, and nine.

Ye Xiaofan and Tie Wuqing stood side by side beneath the stone stele, unsure what to do for the moment.

"Inject your Blood Qi into the stone stele. This stele tests Spiritual Root Grades. You enter different Stone Gates according to the grade of your Spiritual Root."

The miniature dragon's voice came from behind them.

Ye Xiaofan turned around and saw the miniature dragon just crawling out of the little hole while hugging its porcelain bottle.

This made Ye Xiaofan doubt once again whether this thing was really a Divine Dragon.

"Kid, what kind of look is that? Let me tell you, this hole was dug by yours truly."

The miniature dragon raised its head, looking proud and spoiled, as though digging that hole were some inexplicable honor.

"Heh, kid, this is an Inheritance Ground left behind by an Immortal Emperor. Don't be fooled by the Stone Gate looking like ordinary rock. Heh heh, even if an Immortal Emperor came, breaking open this Stone Gate would take some effort."

"Immortal Emperor!"

Though he did not know what realm that was, anything bearing the words immortal and emperor was definitely extraordinary. It was very likely among the most supreme existences in this world.

A stormy sea rose in Ye Xiaofan's heart. This time, disaster had truly turned into a blessing.

Could an Immortal Emperor's cultivation method possibly be bad?

As long as he got his hands on it, he would never need to worry about cultivation methods again.

I should thank that evil. Otherwise, I truly wouldn't have encountered this opportunity.

Ye Xiaofan muttered inwardly, placed his hand on the stone stele, and circulated the Blood Qi within his body.

In an instant, the stone stele blazed with light, swallowing the entire hall in a flash.

The glare made it impossible to open their eyes.

A moment later, the light dissipated, and ten violet-gold spots appeared on the face of the stele.

Clatter!

The previously unconcerned miniature dragon stood dumbstruck as the Blood Qi Pill in its claws fell to the ground.

Ye Xiaofan could not understand what this meant, so he turned to look at Tie Wuqing.

Seeing her shake her head, he turned back to the miniature dragon.

The Blood Qi Pill the miniature dragon had been holding dangled on the ground without it even noticing. Its pitch-black, shining eyes stared blankly at Ye Xiaofan as though looking at a monster.

"Senior, what does the display on the stone stele mean?"

"Your Spiritual Root Grade. It's passable—just slightly worse than mine."

The miniature dragon came back to its senses, its eyes flickering as it spoke in a sour tone.

Yet its heart was shaken beyond measure.

Spiritual Root Grades were divided from one to nine, with nine being the highest.

It possessed a Nine-grade Spiritual Root. Even throughout the entire Dragon Clan, it was a genius as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. So long as nothing unexpected happened, it could cultivate all the way to the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

But its inherited memories contained records of Ten-grade Spiritual Roots.

Throughout the ages, the recorded beings who had achieved Ten-grade Spiritual Roots numbered no more than one could count on both hands. Every one of them had transcended the Immortal Emperor Realm, existing for eternity through the ages.

The Ancestor Dragon—the first dragon born between Heaven and Earth—possessed a Ten-grade Spiritual Root.

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