The Immortal Venerable Lost His Composure!

"Is this little girl... really possessed of a 'Celestial Spirit Root'?!"

Diwu Chijin was utterly stunned. He thought to himself, Even I, who was once in the Late Golden Core Realm, only possessed an 'A-grade Spirit Root'!

"This little girl's 'Celestial Spirit Root' is an unparalleled talent, a full two tiers above my 'A-grade Spirit Root'!

"But... how, how is that possible?!

"Even in the Cultivation World, among the few top-tier great sects, cultivators with 'Earth Spirit Roots,' which are one level below 'Celestial Spirit Roots,' are exceedingly rare.

"Those with 'Celestial Spirit Roots' are rarer still, like phoenix feathers and qilin horns!

"How could a monstrous genius with a 'Celestial Spirit Root' be born in this Mortal World, where spiritual energy is so thin that it cannot even 'support' the spiritual power needed for a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator to grow?!

"No! I must examine this carefully once more!"

With that thought, Diwu Chijin sprang up from the silver frost beast-hide couch. His broad sleeves whipped up with a rustle, brushing over the small rosewood table before him and sending the green jade wine cup atop it rolling to the floor.

Inside Qilin Virtue Hall, the flames of a hundred glazed lamps flickered at once.

Yet he noticed none of it. His orange-gold pupils suddenly contracted into two needlepoint-thin lines, nearly condensing into tangible golden sparks!

The civil and military officials who had been drinking with lowered heads or speaking quietly to one another all raised their heads at once. More than a hundred gazes turned in unison toward the figure seated at the head.

Even Yan Qinyu on the dragon throne was startled. His body instinctively leaned back, and the strings of beads hanging from his crown swayed with a clatter before his eyes.

He could not