Spirit Root

The next day, Ye Qingxuan got up early in the morning.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he found that his parents were already waiting in the courtyard.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned and spoke up:

"Dad, Mom, why did you get up so early?"

Seeing his son standing in place in a daze, Father Ye stepped forward and slapped Ye Qingxuan on the head:

"Brat, today is the day of your spirit root test. Can your mother and I not get up early? Hurry up and go! There are a lot of people today!"

After saying that, he took the lead and walked out of the house with Mother Ye by his side.

Although he said with his mouth that he did not care whether his son had a spirit root, it concerned his son's future after all. How could Father Ye not take it seriously?

Looking at his parents before him, a wave of emotion washed over Ye Qingxuan's heart, and he hurriedly followed his parents' footsteps.

The annual Spirit Root Test Convention of Ye Clan Immortal City was a grand event for the entire Ye Clan, and naturally it was extremely lively.

Now the wide streets in the city were already a sea of people.

With tens of millions of people in the Ye family, the twelve-year-old clansmen testing their spirit roots every year basically exceeded one hundred thousand.

To improve efficiency, naturally there would not be only one location for the spirit root test.

Throughout the entire Ye Clan Immortal City, there were a full hundreds of testing locations.

For this reason, the Ye family directly drew two hundred cultivating clansmen, with every two people responsible for one testing point.

When the test began, Ye Qingxuan had already lined up at one of the points.

As for Father Ye and Mother Ye, they waited outside the field!

I saw that on a huge square, a group of young boys and girls formed a long queue, chattering endlessly, their faces flushed with excitement.

Ahead were two youths wearing Ye Clan robes, with rows of green leaves embroidered on the collars of their robes.

Ye Qingxuan stood in the middle of the queue, listening to the noisy environment beside him, and frowned slightly.

At this time, of the two leaders at the front, one of them spoke:

"Silence."

Instantly, the voice suppressed the discussions of everyone in the field.

Seeing the scene quiet down, that person continued to speak:

"My name is Ye Yonglun. Today I will test the spirit roots for everyone. Come one by one and do not disrupt order. Violators will be severely punished without leniency."

The last falling voice carried a stern air.

The heads of the crowd in the field shrank, and sparse responses sounded.

Hearing Ye Yonglun's name, realization dawned in Ye Qingxuan's heart:

Yong generation? Clansmen of the older generation?

The Ye family had an inheritance of ten thousand years of lineage. For orderly inheritance and easy management,

all Ye Clan members who stepped onto the immortal path

had always been ranked by the twelve characters: Yu, Wen, Huan, Jing, Rui, Yong, Qing, Zhao, Xi, Shi, Xu, and Chang.

However, the ranking was not about seniority, but simply a division of one hundred years per generation.

The twelve characters changed every one hundred years, forming a cycle of twelve characters.

Ye Qingxuan had just heard speak Ye Yonglun, who belonged to the older generation, the Yong generation.

Moreover, among the Immortal City, there were also quite a few mortals who spontaneously followed this regulation.

Just as Ye Qingxuan was lost in thought, Ye Yonglun ahead paid no attention to the sparse responses in the field.

He took out a colorful bead and spoke again:

"The spirit root test officially begins. The first one, come up."

Immediately, a little fatty walked forward nimbly, looking very nervously at Ye Yonglun.

Seeing the nervous little fatty in front of him, Ye Yonglun's cold face remained expressionless as he spoke:

"Put your hand on this bead and just relax your body."

Hearing this, the little fatty carefully reached out his hand and placed it on the bead in Ye Yonglun's hand.

However, after a long time, this bead did not show any reaction.

Thus, Ye Yonglun spoke:

"No spirit root, next."

The little fatty was stunned, and the next moment he left the team with a mournful face.

Time passed, and the testing speed was not slow. Soon a hundred people had been tested, but so far, not a single person possessed a spirit root.

Seeing this scene, Ye Qingxuan, who had originally been full of confidence, could not help but feel apprehensive at this moment.

"No spirit root, next."

Ye Yonglun's cold voice sounded again, and the remaining young boys and girls in the field began to tremble.

One by one, just as it was about to be Ye Qingxuan's turn, a dazzling five-colored light suddenly radiated from the front.

Looking at the spirit testing bead emitting five-colored light in his hand, a look of excitement and surprise appeared in Ye Yonglun's eyes. He did not expect to have such a harvest; the contribution points obtained this time would be enough for him to cultivate peacefully for a long time.

Thinking of this, a trace of a smile forced itself onto Ye Yonglun's stern face, and he looked somewhat gently at the uneasy youth before him, asking softly:

"Child, what is your name?"

The youth who had just tested his spirit root heard the inquiry, hesitated for a moment, and said in a small voice:

"My name is Ye Qingxiao."

Ye Yonglun nodded:

"Good, you stand by my side first."

After saying that, Ye Yonglun looked at the crowd in the field and announced:

"Ye Qingxiao, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, five element high-grade spirit root. Next."

Once announced, the people in the field who had not yet tested their spirit roots instantly became excited:

"Wow! A five element spirit root! Awesome, let me rub off some of that luck, maybe the next one will be me."

"Yeah! So envious. I don't have high demands, as long as it's a three element mid-grade spirit root, that's enough."

"Humph, keep dreaming, still three elements? It's already good enough to even have a spirit root, and you're still picking and choosing?"

Even Ye Qingxuan was filled with astonishment. He did not expect that either no spirit root would appear at all, or a five element spirit root would appear directly.

You must know that the spirit roots in this world were not like those web novels from Ye Qingxuan's past life where the more spirit roots one had, the worse their talent.

On the contrary, in the Dihuan Realm, the more spirit roots one had, the better the talent indicated.

In the Dihuan Realm, there were currently a total of twelve element spirit roots: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, space, yin, yang, light, and dark.

What was a spirit root? The description of a spirit root in the Dihuan Realm was:

Only when the elemental compatibility between the inner universe of the human body and heaven and earth reached 100% would the corresponding spirit root be generated!

And what was spiritual energy?

Spiritual energy was a collection composed of all elemental particles in the world.

Except for some special regions, most of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth contained all the elements of heaven and earth.

Therefore, the more spirit roots one had, the greater the traction force on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and naturally the faster the cultivation speed would be.

According to the classification of the Dihuan Realm:

1-2 elements were low-grade spirit roots, 2-4 elements were mid-grade spirit roots, 5-6 elements were high-grade spirit roots, 7-8 elements were extreme-grade spirit roots, 9-10 elements were earth-grade spirit roots, and 11-12 elements were heaven-grade spirit roots.

For the Ye family, a five element high-grade spirit root was already a rare prodigy.

After producing Ye Qingxiao with a five element spirit root, Ye Yonglun tested several more people consecutively, but none of them possessed spirit roots.

This made everyone present feel as if a basin of cold water had been poured over them, instantly calming them down.

Those possessing spirit roots were one in a thousand, and they did not appear so easily.

"No spirit root, next."

Soon, it was Ye Qingxuan's turn.

Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, and placed his hand on the spirit testing bead.

A moment later, under Ye Qingxuan's nervous gaze, the spirit testing bead emitted a brown light.

Seeing this change, Ye Qingxuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"What is your name?"

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan looked up at Ye Yonglun and spoke respectfully:

"Replying to Clan Uncle, your junior is Ye Qingxuan."

Seeing this, Ye Yonglun nodded slightly:

"You stand by my side as well."

Subsequently, Ye Yonglun announced:

"Ye Qingxuan, single element low-grade earth spirit root. Next."

With Ye Qingxiao and his five element spirit root as a precedent, Ye Qingxuan's single element low-grade spirit root did not stir up much of a wave.

The testing continued, but Ye Qingxuan no longer paid attention.

Other people's good things were still other people's, not one's own.

Now that he had tested positive for a spirit root, although it was only a low-grade single element earth spirit root, at least he had obtained the ticket to step onto the immortal cultivation path.

With his eternal lifespan, even if he slowly grinded through time, he had the confidence to break through each realm bottleneck and step onto the peak of the immortal path.

"The spirit root test is over, you all disperse!"

A voice pulled Ye Qingxuan's thoughts back.

It turned out that the Spirit Root Test Convention had ended, and after Ye Qingxuan, not a single person tested positive for a spirit root.

There were over a thousand people who came to this testing point, yet only Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao possessed spirit roots.

The spirit testing concluded. Ye Yonglun took back the spirit testing bead in his hand, looked at Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao, and spoke:

"I give you three days time. Three days later, I will wait for you here to lead you into the main branch, Cloud Mist Mountain, to cultivate."

Cloud Mist Mountain was the spirit mountain not far outside the Ye Clan Immortal City, where the true base camp of the Ye family was located.

Hearing Ye Yonglun's words, Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao exchanged glances, and all together bowed and said:

"Understood, Clan Uncle."