After a thorough examination, Chen Lin confirmed that Chouya had Five Elemental Spiritual Roots. Four were the same as his—metal, wood, water, and fire—and the fifth was a weak ice spiritual root.
She had no other special constitution.
Normally, an ice spiritual root was a mutated spiritual root that offered an advantage in cultivation. Yet hers was the weakest of all. Cultivating an Ice Cultivation Technique would probably yield worse results than any of the four corresponding Five Elements Cultivation Techniques.
With potential like this, even Chen Lin, who did not place much importance on aptitude, had no interest in nurturing her.
He needed subordinates, but with her aptitude, leaving aside how many resources it would take to raise her to a level where she could help him, he could not afford the time.
"My lord, is my aptitude really that poor? Is there truly no hope of me cultivating?"
Seeing Chen Lin's expression, Chouya already understood the situation, but she could not help asking with hope in her eyes.
Her expectant gaze softened Chen Lin's heart, reminding him of his own struggle to survive in Kaiyuan City.
Back then, he had desperately wished for a powerful cultivator to save him. Now, a single decision of his could change her destiny.
"Oh, never mind. It's not as though I lack the few resources you'll need. Our meeting was fate, so let me grant you an opportunity. Are you willing to take me as your master?"
When recruiting people, everything else came second, but loyalty had to be assured.
She was too young, and still a mortal, making it inappropriate to bind her with a contract. He might as well see his good deed through to the end and accept her as a disciple.
Besides, there was something else he wanted