I Do

"Little girl, do you really think you only have a Mid-grade Spiritual Root?"

A profound, unfathomable smile appeared on Li Zhōujūn's face as he spoke to Sū Nán.

"Ah?"

Sū Nán froze.

While Sū Nán was still stunned, Li Zhōujūn extended an index finger and pressed it to the center of her brow.

The next moment, an icy chill instantly erupted from Sū Nán's body in all directions.

"It's a Saint-grade Ice Spirit Root!"

"This little girl has hidden dual spiritual roots! Not only does she possess a Mid-grade Wood Spiritual Root, she also possesses a Saint-grade Ice Spirit Root!"

"How can we just stand by and watch such a genius become the disciple of that Cultivation Waste Li?!"

As Li Zhōujūn helped Sū Nán awaken her Saint-grade Ice Spirit Root, shock appeared on the faces of every mountain lord.

Even Mu Taiyu, the Dao Tian Sect's sect master, narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment.

Though he too wanted to take Sū Nán as his personal disciple, as the sect master, directly snatching away a disciple who had already acknowledged a master was somewhat hard to justify.

But this Mountain Lord Li had hidden himself deeply indeed. How could an ordinary person with no spiritual root, incapable of cultivation, possibly help someone else awaken a spiritual root?

And how had he been able to see at a glance that this girl called Sū Nán had a hidden spiritual root?

Not only that, Mountain Lord Li had dared to publicly help his disciple awaken it. That was truly difficult to fathom. After all, the mountain lords' skins were far thicker than ordinary people imagined; there was no telling whether they might attempt to seize his disciple.

After pondering for a moment, Mu Taiyu said nothing.

He merely watched.

He wanted to see just how deeply this Mountain Lord Li had concealed himself over the years.

If he could earn his approval, then there would be no harm in letting him keep this disciple.

But if he was still a waste, then a disciple with a Saint-grade Spiritual Root absolutely could not be entrusted to him. Even if she did not enter his own lineage, she could enter the lineage of another mountain lord.

Otherwise, the Dao Tian Sect would lose, for nothing, a future pillar of the sect.

"Cloud Dwelling Mountain Lord, with your abilities, isn't it rather inappropriate for a disciple with a Saint-grade Ice Spirit Root to enter your tutelage?"

Just as Mu Taiyu had expected, a mountain lord had already stepped forward to speak.

Li Zhōujūn looked at the mountain lord who had spoken and smiled calmly. "There is no need for the Hanguang Mountain Lord to trouble himself. Li Mou's disciple will naturally be taught well by Li Mou."

At this moment, Li Zhōujūn was brimming with confidence.

After all, he had the system's reward, the Profound Nether Heart Sutra. With such a divine art in hand, and as a mountain lord himself, although he had once been a Cultivation Waste, Cloud Dwelling Mountain had no shortage of Spiritual Medicine resources. Even if he were teaching a pig, it could become immortal, all right?

As the mountain lords looked at Li Zhōujūn on the Ascension Platform—his green robes fluttering, his expression unruffled—they were all stunned.

How could a waste like him possess such confidence?

"Cloud Dwelling Mountain Lord, I advise you not to put on a brave front here. Which of the mountain lords present does not possess the strength of a Void Return Stage Void Immortal? If we let a Cultivation Waste like you teach a disciple with a Saint-grade Ice Spirit Root, wouldn't the entire Azure Continent laugh the Dao Tian Sect to scorn if word got out?"

Fire Maple Mountain Lord Liǔ Yán looked at Li Zhōujūn with a beaming smile as he spoke.

Li Zhōujūn narrowed his eyes.

This fellow looked all smiles, but his words pulled no punches, stabbing straight into the sore spot.

"Liǔ Yán is right. Li Zhōujūn, your aptitude does not qualify you to take her as your disciple."

At this time, a cold and stunning woman in white, with a red mark between her brows, slowly spoke from among the seated mountain lords.

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The White-robed Woman was breathtakingly beautiful; "flowers blooming from water, a wonder unto itself; water for bones, jade for flesh"—nothing could have suited her better.

As this White-robed Woman spoke, a trace of apprehension flashed across the faces of the mountain lords. Then, as though by prior agreement, they all fell silent.

Even Liǔ Yán merely moved his lips after seeing the woman speak, before shutting his mouth gloomily.

Li Zhōujūn also looked toward the White-robed Woman who had silenced all the mountain lords, but the smile on his face did not change in the slightest.

This White-robed Woman was the mountain lord of Lingxue Mountain, named Murong Xue.

Ten years ago, she had beaten Liǔ Yán—who could burn mountains and boil seas—until he called her Great-Auntie.

The matter had once spread through the Dao Tian Sect like wildfire, so Li Zhōujūn had naturally heard of it as well.

"No, don't!"

Chen Shaohua roared inwardly. At this moment, he was perhaps the person least willing to see Sū Nán switch to another mountain lord's lineage. If that happened, how could he still dare carry out his plan and pressure the Su Family?

And how could he obtain the Sū Nán who haunted his dreams?

Meanwhile, seeing that Li Zhōujūn did not speak, Murong Xue continued, "For someone with the aptitude of a Saint-grade Ice Spirit Root to be taught by you would be a loss to the entire Dao Tian Sect. And can you truly bear to watch a rising star of the future be ruined in your hands like this?"

"Murong Mountain Lord, what you say makes sense. But this girl has already taken me as her master. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to have her switch to your lineage now?"

Li Zhōujūn looked at Murong Xue with a smiling expression as he spoke.

Murong Xue said, "If I cared so much about other people's opinions, what immortality would I cultivate?"

"Girl, what do you think? This Murong Mountain Lord is very eager to take you as her disciple."

Li Zhōujūn looked at Sū Nán, whose little head had completely short-circuited, and asked.

"Ah? I, I..."

Sū Nán came back to herself, her little face filled with panic.

She had never expected that, all of a sudden, she would become such a coveted prize. She was having trouble processing it.

But if this good-for-nothing master of hers hadn't helped awaken her Saint-grade Ice Spirit Root, so many elders wouldn't be fighting over her now!

How was she supposed to choose?

At this moment, Sū Nán felt like an ant on a hot pan, anxiously spinning in circles.

In a daze.

Her father's kind face appeared in Sū Nán's little mind. He often told her with a smile, "When it comes to being a person, the most important thing is having a sense of responsibility. Once you choose something—or someone—don't give up lightly no matter how difficult things become. Because once you give up, you'll never know whether you'll give up on the next thing too. Perhaps if you persist a little longer, you'll get an unexpected result."

Remembering her father's words, Sū Nán's gaze gradually became firm. She looked at Li Zhōujūn and thought, Mm, wait, what should I say to make myself sound cultured and loyal?

"A teacher for a day, a father for life!"

After pondering for quite a while, Sū Nán finally said those words.

Li Zhōujūn froze for a moment. "Girl, your answer has absolutely nothing to do with what I asked. Just tell me—are you willing to return to Yunju Mountain with me?"

"I'm willing!" Sū Nán's little face flushed bright red, but she still nodded.

"Good!" Li Zhōujūn laughed heartily, then turned his gaze toward Murong Xue, narrowing his eyes. "No one can take away this Mountain Lord's disciple. Not even the King of Heaven himself!"

As soon as Li Zhōujūn said this, Sect Master Mu Taiyu's lips curled upward, an intrigued look appearing on his face.

Chen Shaohua smiled. Sū Nán, you foolish girl. With this choice of yours, how are you supposed to contend with me?

The other Mountain Lords, meanwhile, widened their eyes as an uproar broke out.

"Has that Li good-for-nothing gone mad? He actually dares challenge Murong Mountain Lord!"

"Is he tired of living?"

"Murong Mountain Lord is a ruthless figure who beat even that arrogant Liǔ Yán until he cried for his father and mother! How does he dare?"