Xu Changqing knew the identities of all eight people.
Two from aristocratic families: Shen Jinghan, Su Yanzhi.
Two from wealthy merchant families: Gu Chengyu, Liu Mingyuan.
Three commoners: Zhao Hu, Chen Nian, Fang Xiaosheng.
One was born into utter poverty: Lin Xiaoman.
The two most worthy of attention were Zhao Hu, whose talent for martial arts was exceptional, and Liu Mingyuan, who was highly sensitive to spirit plants and talismans.
Zhao Hu came from a commoner family. His father was a middle-aged martial artist, so Zhao Hu had been exposed to matters related to martial arts from a very young age. To everyone's surprise, he learned everything at a touch.
Whether he had a Spiritual Root was unclear, but at the very least, his natural physique was not bad.
As for Liu Mingyuan, his family was well-off. By chance, he had come into contact with spirit talismans and spirit plants, and had actually been able to sense the subtle changes within them.
As for the others, their first impressions had been rather ordinary.
Xu Changqing did not waste words. He took out a Spirit Root Stone from his Square-Inch Ring, then said aloud, "Come forward in order. Just touch it with your right hand."
The moment his words fell, Shen Jinghan, standing at the very front, stepped out first.
No one knew what the result would be, but a child of an aristocratic family could never fall behind others.
As he approached, Shen Jinghan raised his hand and pressed it against the Spirit Root Stone. The instant he touched it, he first felt a cool breath burrow into his body, flowing back and forth as though searching for something.
Feeling the gazes of everyone before and behind him, he straightened his back.
Yet from his tightly bitten lips, it was