Fire Spirit Root? I Won't Take You

Before Lin Xiao left, he told it to go find the piece of black wood at Returning to the Garden Mountain Dwelling if anything happened that night.

Xiaoluan thought for a moment, then raised her paw and walked towards Returning to the Garden Mountain Dwelling.

New experiences are more interesting than constantly training apprentices.

Not long after Xiaoluan left, Mo Yuanjiao, whose head was being held in the arms of Guard Mo, slowly woke up.

He opened his eyes, feeling a little dizzy.

Seeing him open his eyes, Guard Mo was overjoyed.

"Young Master! You're awake! This place is too eerie; let's leave as soon as possible!"

Mo Yuanjiao waved his hand, sat up, and stared at the ancient giant peach tree standing not far ahead at the mountain path entrance, its excited expression showing no sign of backing down.

"Look! I think I bumped into something! But there was nothing there."

As he spoke, he got up and quickly walked to the spot where he had been knocked away. He reached out and touched it, only to find that where there should have been nothing, his hand felt as if it had touched an invisible wall, and he could not move forward even an inch.

He suddenly turned around and said to Guard Mo with great surprise:

"Old Que! Come and see! There's something extraordinary here; this must be where my fortuitous opportunity lies!"

Behind him, the Guard Mo didn't look at his young master who had turned around; instead, he looked behind him with fear in his eyes.

"Young... Young Master, behind us..."

Seeing him show such a rare look of fear, Mo Yuanjiao turned around in confusion.

!

Not far away, a piece of pitch-black wood stretched out a semi-transparent head and two legs, moving towards them in the shape of the number 'six'. Moreover, the face on that head was half-shadowed and half-sunny!

A brightly colored pheasant followed at the feet of the wooden figure.

Mo Yuanjiao was so frightened that he involuntarily took two steps back.

But blinded by fortuitous opportunity, he immediately suppressed his fear and asked:

"Are you an immortal?"

Guard Mo looked at his audacious young master in disbelief. Had his young master been so blinded by fortuitous opportunity that he actually called this thing an immortal?

Liao Pantu, who had been brought here by Xiaoluan, didn't answer Mo Yuanjiao's question. He only glanced at the large bump on Mo Yuanjiao's head before speaking:

"This is a sacred ground of the Lingxian Sect. Unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter. You must leave immediately."

However, after hearing his words, Mo Yuanjiao was even less likely to leave. He immediately bowed to Liao Pantu and said:

"This junior Mo Yuanjiao to be arrogant and presumptuous, and hopes to join the Lingxian Sect!"

Upon hearing this, Liao Pantu, who was originally planning to go home and continue drinking tea, stopped and carefully examined him for a moment.

But after reading it, he said with great disdain:

"A single Fire Spirit Root? No way, I hate Fire Spirit Root the most."

As someone with Water-Wood Dual Spirit Root, he detests Fire Spirit Root cultivators the most. For over five hundred years, his aversion to Fire Spirit Root cultivators has been ingrained in his very bones.

In other words, very few people in the Lingxian Sect have Spirit Root, and even if they do, they are extremely weak. Moreover, the cultivation methods they practice have nothing to do with Spirit Root.

Mo Yuanjiao, who was flatly rejected, was unfazed, but the Guard Mo, was stunned.

Their young master's unique talent of possessing only Fire Spirit Root is something that all three major sects desperately want! Why did this blockhead reject it without even considering it? And with such a look of disdain?

He is not convinced!

His young master is the best!

Guard Mo stubbornly wanted to step forward and argue with this wooden ghost, but saw his young master speak up excitedly before he could:

"Truly worthy of being a hidden immortal sect!"

Spirit Root like his, which the three major sects were vying for, was being casually rejected here!

Mo Yuanjiao felt he had made the right choice!

Moreover, the thought of joining the Lingxian Sect did not evoke the intense regret he had felt before when he was prepared to succumb to Lineage interests and reluctantly join one of the three major sects!

Instead, it gave me a sense of relief, as if I had found the right answer!

That fortune teller is truly amazing! If I ever have the chance to see him again, I must give him a generous gift as a token of my gratitude!

Far away in the capital, Song Jusheng happily nestled in a bed of pleasure, wondering if that Mo Household brat would arrive soon.

He had already written back to the sect, asking them to send someone to Anqun County to meet him. He's probably on his way back to the sect by now.

Thinking that after this young man from the Mo Household joins their Shangyang Sect, the sect might help them make connections with that major sect above them...

Wouldn't that mean I could reach the Nascent Soul stage?

As he pondered this, Song Jusheng became completely absorbed in the blissful pleasures of this gentle embrace.

Meanwhile, in Xiushui Village, Lin Dayou, who had gone down the mountain to go home for dinner, kept thinking about the two strangers he had just seen entering the village.

The direction they went was precisely the direction of their Lingxian Sect.

Lin Dayou felt uneasy. He feared that the two men had ill intentions and might try to sabotage their sect if they went up there.

Thinking it over, he finished the rest of the rice in his bowl in two bites and said to Lin Yun:

"Dalang, keep an eye on the house. I saw those two outsiders heading towards the North Mountain. I wonder what they're doing in our village. I'll go up the mountain and check it out."

Lin Yun nodded and said:

"Father, why don't I go?"

Lin Dayou waved his hand, "No need, go and clean those clothes." Then he left the house.

When Lin Dayou reached the halfway point of the mountain, he happened to see Mo Yuanjiao trying to join the Lingxian Sect.

Seeing Liao Pantu there, he went up and greeted him.

"Mr. Liao, what's wrong?"

Upon seeing that it was Lin Xiao's father, Lin Dayou, Liao Pantu nodded gently in greeting, and then said:

"These two came up the mountain late at night, saying they wanted to join our sect. I refused, but they insisted on staying here."

Seeing that Lin Dayou looked like an ordinary farmer, and noticing that the wooden man who had been hostile towards them earlier was now very gentle towards him, Mo Yuanjiao cautiously opened his mouth and asked:

"May I ask who you are...?"

Lin Dayou, caught off guard by the question, was momentarily at a loss for words.

When people ask him who he is, he replies, "Who is he? He's nobody. He's just Lin Dayou."

Liao Pantu to the side, glanced at Mo Yuanjiao and answered for Lin Dayou:

"He is our sect leader's father."

This young man clearly came from a wealthy and noble family. Although Liao Pantu himself did not like Fire Spirit Root, he felt that it would be good for their sect to find a backer in the Mortal Realm. Well, it wasn't really a backer, but rather to form an alliance with a powerful or wealthy Lineage in the Mortal Realm. After all, their sect was still a small seedling and needed some external support.

Therefore, Liao Pantu intentionally introduced it this way.

Upon hearing that the seemingly ordinary middle-aged man before him was actually the father of the sect leader, Mo Yuanjiao had only one thought in his mind:

When fortuitous opportunity knocks, there's no stopping it!

This is the father of the sect leader!