A Mortal Body's Spirit Root Test, an Arrogant Question

Newcomer Hall, the youths, who had been somewhat agitated due to fear, fell completely silent after Hong Yao displayed her thunderous methods. Everyone waited with trepidation and excitement for the upcoming spiritual root test.

Cultivation is the only chance for mortals to ascend to heaven in one step, and even if the sect in front of them is a demonic sect, it is enough to drive them crazy.

"Next, those whose names are called, please place your hands on the spirit-testing stone."

Hong Yao pointed her jade finger at the towering, jet-black stone pillar in the center of the hall. Her voice, though soft, carried an undeniable coldness.

"Test, begin."

The testing process was brutal.

One after another, the boys stepped forward with hope, pressing their hands firmly against the cold stone pillar. However, most of the time, the spirit-testing stone remained unresponsive, like a piece of dead iron.

"No spiritual root, stand on the left," Hong Yao announced expressionlessly.

Those youths deemed to have no spiritual roots instantly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their faces turning deathly pale as they walked to the left. Some even couldn't help but sob quietly on the spot, but were glared at fiercely by the black-clad deacon leading the Demonic Beast, which frightened them into swallowing their sobs.

"Next up, Zhao Meng!"

It was the same dark-skinned, fierce-looking youth who had previously shouted in the main hall, "We've even accepted the Demonic Sect!"

He took a deep breath, strode forward, and slammed his palm heavily onto the spirit-testing stone.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a blinding crimson light shone from within the originally black stone pillar, spreading to almost a third of the pillar.

Hong Yao's previously languid eyes brightened slightly, and her red lips parted slightly. "Oh, a mid-grade fire spirit root? Among mortals, this talent is quite good. Go stand on the right."

"Thank you, Fairy Sister!" Zhao Meng was overjoyed. He turned around and looked down at the group of mortals on his left, who looked like stray dogs. His face was full of undisguised arrogance and pride.

At this moment, class distinctions have been completely established.

"Next, Dongfang Yueming."

Upon hearing this name, Dongfang Yueming, who was mingling in the crowd, calmly stepped forward.

He glanced at the crude stone pillar used to test the spiritual roots of mortals, but his heart remained unmoved.

As expected.

When his hand touched the stone pillar, the spirit-testing stone remained completely silent, not even a faint glow appeared.

"No spiritual root, left side." Hong Yao glanced at Dongfang Yueming indifferently. Although she thought the young man was extremely handsome, in front of a useless person without spiritual root, male beauty had no value whatsoever to a witch like her.

Soon, the testing of more than two hundred people was completed.

Only five people, including Zhao Meng, possessed natural spiritual roots. Like chosen ones, they were taken away individually by several outer sect deacons and sent directly to the various outer sect peaks.

On the left side of the main hall stood nearly two hundred rootless youths, their faces ashen.

Despair spread throughout the hall.

"Fairy Sister... are we people without spiritual roots really destined to be menial laborers, or... used as furnaces to be drained dry?" A boy finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked loudly, his voice trembling with tears.

Upon hearing this, all the boys stared intently at Hong Yao, their eyes filled with fear of death.

"Giggle giggle..." Hong Yao couldn't help but giggle, her chest trembling wildly, captivating all who beheld her.

"Look how scared you are. Our Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor is not some indiscriminate Demon Cave of demons. Not having a natural spiritual root doesn't mean you have no hope in this life."

With a wave of her hand, dozens of jade slips floated in mid-air in the main hall, emitting an alluring, faint red light.

"This is the sect's secret manual, the ' Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art - Chapter One.' Practicing this method allows one to nurture Acquired Spirit Root within the body. Once the first chapter is Perfection, one can condense a ' Low-Grade Pure Yang Root,' thus officially entering the Qi Refining Realm!"

Upon hearing that there was still a chance, the eyes of the previously despairing teenagers instantly blazed with fanatical light.

However, a few astute individuals in the crowd frowned slightly. They knew that since it was artificially nurturing a spiritual root, the price and process involved would inevitably be extremely difficult, and might even be accompanied by great danger.

"Immortal Sister! Can this ' Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art, Chapter One' really make us immortals?" someone asked eagerly.

"Of course. However..." Hong Yao looked at them with amusement, a hint of coldness flashing in her beautiful eyes, "This first Perfection stage can only condense the lowest grade of spiritual root. If you want something better, that depends on your abilities."

"Sister Fairy, what if I want to condense Mid-Grade Spirit Root?" another boy asked impatiently.

"Once you've mastered the first chapter, you can naturally come to the Newcomer Hall to obtain the second chapter," Hong Yao chuckled.

However, what she didn't say was that cultivating the "Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art" was extremely difficult. For an ordinary person, it was already a stroke of luck if they could spend several years mastering the first chapter, survive, and condense Low-Grade Spirit Root. As for the second chapter? That was something that mortals simply couldn't even dream of.

Just as the boys were holding the jade slips that had been distributed to them, they were treating them like precious treasures and couldn't wait to start studying them.

An untimely yet remarkably calm voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

"Since the first one is of low grade and the second one is of medium grade, then... what about High-Grade Spirit Root? How can one condense one?"

The hall fell silent instantly.

Hong Yao's smile faltered slightly. She turned her head and stared intently at Dongfang Yueming, who was standing in the corner.