I'm a Heavenly Spiritual Root-Why Would I Need to Fight in the Arena?

"No, fighting in the arena is too dangerous!"

Han Li shook his head vehemently.

Although he desperately wanted this Ascension Token, he was equally worried about Han Feng's safety.

This thing represented a path straight to the heavens, yet Brother Feng intended to brave that nine-deaths-one-life arena on his own. Han Li could not accept it with a clear conscience.

"It's fine. I'm at the Thirteenth Level of Qi Condensation. Looking across the entire Yue Country's rogue cultivator world, how many Qi Condensation rogue cultivators could possibly be my match?"

Han Feng smiled and took the talisman depicting a small sword from his Storage Bag.

"Besides, I have a Talisman Treasure to protect me."

"A Talisman Treasure?"

Han Li had heard of Talisman Treasures as well.

They were precious objects that could only be refined by extracting a trace of power from the Lifebound Magic Treasure of at least a Core Formation Stage expert.

Their might was far beyond that of ordinary magic tools.

"Don't worry."

Han Feng forcibly stuffed the Ascension Token into Han Li's hand, his attitude firm.

"I heard that Yellow Maple Valley has a decent inheritance in alchemy. Brother Li, if you feel indebted to me,

then just refine some more pills for me to eat whenever we meet in the future."

He said it half-jokingly.

When Han Li heard this, the last trace of hesitation in his heart vanished.

He tightly clutched the cold token and nodded solemnly.

Brother Feng had put it that way. If he continued refusing, he would seem overly affected.

He would remember this kindness!

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

At the summit stood an enormous, extremely spacious platform called the Heavenly Mist Platform.

At its very center were seven huge stone arenas.

Each arena corresponded to one of Yue Country's Seven Great Sects!

Those who wanted to join a particular sect would go to its corresponding arena to register and draw lots.

As long as they became one of the final ten surviving victors, they could enter that sect.

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

This was enough to show the attraction of the Ascension Convention.

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

Standing among the crowd and observing the rogue cultivators with varying auras, Han Li asked.

"Moongazing Sect."

Han Feng's answer was somewhat casual.

"That sect supposedly all practices Dual Cultivation. Maybe the sect will directly assign me a Cultivation Partner..."

He grinned as he teased.

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

Han Li was left speechless, unsure how to respond.

Of course, Han Feng was not truly choosing it for some Cultivation Partner.

The reason he had chosen Moongazing Sect was that he knew it had the strongest overall strength among Yue Country's Seven Great Sects.

Moreover, unlike the other Six Sects, where most profound inheritances were held personally by Core Formation Cultivators,

many cultivation methods and secret arts in Moongazing Sect could be obtained from the Scripture Pavilion through sect contributions.

This was crucial to his rapid improvement in strength.

Having made up his mind, Han Feng went straight to the registration area beside the Moongazing Sect's arena, preparing to draw lots and fight.

The person handling registration was a middle-aged Foundation Establishment Cultivator surnamed Xu. Two disciples at the Thirteenth Level of Qi Condensation followed behind him.

Elder Xu's attitude was extremely haughty. He showed little interest in the rogue cultivators who came to register, merely testing their bone ages and Spiritual Roots mechanically.

When it was Han Feng's turn, he still wore that same lazy expression.

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

This was the Bone Observation Technique.

"Not yet fourteen years old. Your age passes. Let me see how your Spiritual Root is..."

Elder Xu said absentmindedly.

He continued by casting another spell.

In the next moment, he shot up from his chair, his face revealing uncontrollable elation.

"Heaven..."

The words "Heavenly Spiritual Root" were forcibly swallowed back by Elder Xu.

He suddenly covered his own mouth, afraid that this earth-shattering news would leak out and be heard by people from the other Six Sects.

A Heavenly Spiritual Root!

This was a Heavenly Spiritual Root!

As long as he had sufficient resources and did not perish halfway, forming his Core in the future was practically a certainty!

"You're called Han Feng, right... Come, come, come. Stand behind me for now. There's no need to draw lots!"

Elder Xu's attitude underwent a complete reversal. He grabbed Han Feng's hand, his face covered in a chrysanthemum-like smile.

At this moment, he was extraordinarily cordial.

All traces of the haughtiness he had shown toward the other rogue cultivators were gone.

"Junior Lin, quickly, give Fellow Daoist Han Feng a seat and serve him tea!"

Han Feng was not surprised in the slightest.

I'm a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

Why would I need to fight those Pseudo Spiritual Root and True Spiritual Root fellows to the death?

What a joke.

This old man had probably already begun treating me as a future Core Formation Ancestor. Perhaps he was even pondering how to curry favor with me.

Not far away, Han Li, who had been watching this side all along, was filled with confusion at this sudden turn of events.

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

What was going on now?

However.

When he saw the two disciples of Moongazing Sect at the Thirteenth Level of Qi Condensation both showing friendly attitudes toward Han Feng, Han Li was no longer too worried.

He vaguely formed a guess.

"Could it be... Brother Feng's Spiritual Root aptitude is exceptionally good?"