This Seat Has a Heavenly Spiritual Root, Why Would I Need to Fight in a Tournament?

"No way, the arena is too dangerous!"

Han Li shook his head firmly.

Though he desperately craved that Ascension Token, he was equally worried about Han Feng's safety.

This item represented a path to the heavens, yet Brother Feng was about to brave a life-or-death arena for him—he couldn't accept it with an easy conscience.

"It's fine. I'm at the Thirteenth Level of Qi Condensation. Across the entire rogue cultivator world of Yue Country, how many Qi Condensation rogue cultivators can match me?"

Han Feng smiled, then pulled a talisman with a small sword drawn on it from his Storage Bag.

"Besides, I have a Talisman Treasure to rely on."

"Talisman Treasure?"

Han Li had heard of Talisman Treasures too.

They were precious items refined by at least Core Formation Stage experts, who extracted a sliver of power from their own Lifebound Magic Treasure.

Their might far surpassed ordinary magical tools.

"Don't worry."

Han Feng shoved the Ascension Token firmly into Han Li's hand, his attitude resolute.

"Yellow Maple Valley is said to have a decent alchemy tradition. Brother Li, if you feel you owe me one, just refine plenty of pills for me to eat when we meet again."

He said it half-jokingly.

Hearing this, the last shred of hesitation in Han Li's heart vanished.

He gripped the cold token tightly and nodded solemnly.

Brother Feng had put it that way—if he kept refusing, he'd just seem overly pretentious.

This debt of gratitude, he would remember!

Half a month later, the brothers Han Feng and Han Li finally arrived at another fairly secluded mountain range in Lanzhou.

At the mountain's peak lay an extremely vast open platform, known as the Heavenly Mist Platform.

In its center stood seven massive stone arenas.

Each arena corresponded to one of the seven great immortal sects of Yue Country!

To join a sect, one went to its corresponding arena to register and draw lots.

Only the top ten survivors from each arena could become disciples of that sect.

Within just a few days, nearly a thousand rogue cultivators from all over Yue Country had gathered atop this mountain.

That alone showed the allure of the Ascension Convention.

"Brother Feng, which arena are you planning to fight in?"

Han Li stood among the crowd, eyeing the rogue cultivators with their varying auras, and asked.

"Moongazing Sect."

Han Feng's answer was casual.

"I hear that sect specializes in Dual Cultivation techniques. Maybe they'll just hand me a Cultivation Partner on the spot..."

He joked with a grin.

"Dual Cultivation... Brother Feng, your reason is just..."

Han Li was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.

Of course, Han Feng wasn't really after a Cultivation Partner.

He chose Moongazing Sect because he knew it was the strongest among Yue Country's seven great sects.

Unlike the other six, where most advanced inheritances were hoarded by individual Core Formation Cultivators, Moongazing Sect allowed access to many cultivation techniques and secret arts through sect contributions at the scripture pavilion.

That was crucial for him to rapidly boost his strength.

Having made up his mind, Han Feng walked straight to the registration booth beside the Moongazing Sect arena, ready to draw lots for the matches.

The registrar was a middle-aged Foundation Establishment Cultivator surnamed Xu, followed by two disciples at the Thirteenth Level of Qi Condensation.

Elder Xu carried himself with great arrogance, barely acknowledging the rogue cultivators who came to register, mechanically testing bone age and Spiritual Roots.

When it was Han Feng's turn, he kept that same lazy demeanor.

He cast a spell, then grasped Han Feng's wrist.

This was the Bone Observation Technique.

"Under fourteen, age passes. Let's see what your Spiritual Root is like..."

Elder Xu said casually.

He then proceeded to cast another spell.

The next moment, he sprang up from the chair, an uncontrollable ecstasy spreading across his face.

"Heaven..."

The word "Spiritual" was abruptly stifled by Elder Xu.

He clapped a hand over his mouth, terrified that this earth-shattering news might leak out and be heard by the other Six Sects.

A Heavenly Spiritual Root!

This was a Heavenly Spiritual Root!

As long as resources were sufficient and he didn't fall midway, forming a Core was almost a certainty!

"Your name is Han Feng, right... Come, come, stand behind me. No need to draw lots!"

Elder Xu's attitude did a complete one-eighty. He grabbed Han Feng's hand, his face blooming with a smile like a chrysanthemum.

At this moment, he was unnervingly warm and friendly.

Gone was the arrogance he'd shown toward the other Rogue Cultivators just moments ago.

"Junior Lin, quickly, bring a seat for Young Friend Han Feng and serve tea!"

Han Feng wasn't surprised in the least.

I have a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

Why would I bother fighting to the death with those Pseudo Spiritual Root and True Spiritual Root bastards?

What a joke.

This old man probably already sees me as a future Core Formation Ancestor, and is likely scheming on how to curry favor with me.

Not far away, Han Li, who had been watching the whole time, was filled with confusion at this sudden turn of events.

Wasn't Brother Feng here to draw lots and fight in the arena?

What's going on now?

But.

When he saw that even the two Thirteenth Level of Qi Condensation disciples from the Moongazing Sect were showing friendly gestures toward Han Feng, Han Li didn't worry too much.

He had a vague guess forming in his mind.

"Could it be... that Brother Feng's spiritual root aptitude is extremely good?"