Inferior spiritual root? Jiang Zheng looked a little confused, not knowing what inferior spiritual roots meant. But it must not be good, after all, he still knew what inferior meant. But he was not depressed about this in his heart. Instead, he was very happy. He knew that he had spiritual roots. Now he could go to the fairy mountain and become an immortal! At this moment, he felt like he was in a dream. He looked up and saw that the immortal in front of him did not say those six words, but he was not as excited as when he faced Lin Muxi. Instead, he fell into deep thought, seemingly considering something. Inferior spiritual root? ! When Jiang Youcai heard these words, a complicated expression suddenly appeared on his face. Inferior spiritual roots... How could it be inferior spiritual roots? His grandson was just like him, a waste... He felt as if his breath was blocked inside, his blood was boiling, his eyes were shining with golden light, and he staggered and almost fell to the ground. After taking a long breath, he took a deep breath. Alas... So what if it's a second-grade spiritual root? At least he has spiritual roots, right? Fortunately, my grandson is different from me. He has a plant of red cloud grass to cleanse his meridians, so he can go further than me.
Jiang Youcai comforted himself in this way as if he accepted his fate, but in his heart he still lamented that God was unfair, allowing his grandson to end up with the same inferior spiritual roots as himself. "Immortal, can I become your disciple?" Jiang Zheng asked cautiously. “Hehehe… inferior spiritual roots. You probably don’t even know what inferior spiritual roots are. Let me tell you, inferior spiritual roots are just trash, just like having no spiritual roots at all. Just accept your fate. This is cultivation, hehehe…” The mocking voice of Kong Qingxian sounded in his mind. Hearing this, Jiang Zheng immediately understood what his inferior spiritual root was, and was shocked. Inferior spiritual roots are waste spiritual roots? Doesn't that mean he is waste? "Alas, you were born with inferior spiritual roots and your aptitude is too poor. You can only be a menial disciple in the sect." At this time, Zhu Shengwu sighed and said. "Fellow Daoist, my senior brother has already told us that there are too many menial disciples in the sect, so there is no need to accept inferior spiritual roots anymore." Hu Liang suddenly spoke, and his meaning was obvious. "This..." Zhu Shengwu looked at Jiang Zheng and hesitated for a moment, "Well, what's your name?" "Jiang Zheng," Jiang Zheng's face suddenly turned pale. He clearly heard another immortal say that the sect would no longer accept menial disciples. Doesn't that mean he can't join the sect? "You heard it just now. Go back. No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to achieve anything with inferior spiritual roots." After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling Jiang Zheng to leave. "Next" “Hehehe… What did this immortal say? I don’t even want a second-grade spiritual root, hehehe…” "Feeling lost, right? Feeling helpless? Do you hate yourself for having a second-rate spiritual root? Hehehe... As long as you obediently give me all your emotions and desires, I can raise your spiritual root aptitude to the lower grade in exchange. How about that?" Kong Qingxian's seductive voice rang in Jiang Zheng's mind. At this moment, an impulse surged in his heart. As long as you give up your seven emotions and six desires, you can exchange them for spiritual roots. In this way, you can join the immortal sect and go to the immortal mountain!
What a great temptation, but Jiang Zheng shook his head vigorously and did not respond to Kong Qingxian at all. He knew that he could not be tempted by the other party. If a person loses his seven emotions and six desires, is he still a human being? Even though you only need to betray one of the seven emotions and six desires, if you agree to it this time, there will be a next time, and the next time. You will fall into the abyss step by step and lose all your emotions. By then, I'm afraid that I'll be just a body without emotions left. Wouldn't I even be unable to read books? So he lowered his head and walked away quickly without saying a word. Jiang Youcai couldn't help it at this time. He rushed out of the crowd with an angry face and came to Zhu Shengwu. "May I ask, fellow Taoist, why don't you accept my grandson? He has spiritual roots! He does have spiritual roots!" Jiang Youcai was unwilling and asked anxiously. "Spiritual roots? Can inferior spiritual roots also be considered spiritual roots?" Zhu Shengwu looked at him and recognized him as the one who was at the first level of Qi Refining. He said with a look of disdain. "This..." Jiang Youcai was speechless for a moment, but he was still unwilling and said again: "Then you can also let my grandson be a menial disciple." "Heh," Hu Liang sneered at this time, glancing at Jiang Youcai and said, "Why does the sect need so many menial disciples? They are kept for nothing? I see that you are only at the first level of Qi Refining at such an old age. You must have inferior spiritual roots like your grandson, right?" "I..." Jiang Youcai's old face was embarrassed, as if his sore spot was touched. He indeed had inferior spiritual roots, which made him speechless. "Go back. Don't you know that inferior spiritual roots are useless? Even if you cultivate for a lifetime, you won't be able to cultivate anything." Hu Liang spoke in a condescending tone, not taking Jiang Youcai seriously at all, and implied that they, the grandfather and grandson, were good-for-nothings. “…” Jiang Jiucai's old face flushed red. He clearly heard the young cultivator indirectly calling him a waste, but he could not show his anger in his heart. The world of cultivators was cruel. Under the law of the jungle, he knew that he could not and dared not offend the other party, otherwise his whole family would suffer. All the anger turned into a trace of bitterness on his face, and the old man, who was in his twilight years, could only leave sadly. "What's going on? Didn't the immortal say that A Zheng has spiritual roots? Why can't A Zheng be admitted to the immortal sect?" "Didn't you hear? Ah Zheng has inferior spiritual roots, waste spiritual roots. That means waste. How can waste go to the immortal mountain?" "Ah... Ah Zheng, this kid is so pitiful. He obviously has spiritual roots, so why did he give birth to a useless spiritual root?" "That's how God is. Whoever he wants to have spiritual roots will have spiritual roots. Whoever he wants to have useless spiritual roots will have useless spiritual roots. You have to accept your fate!" When the villagers saw this, they talked about it. Some sighed to the heavens, some felt sympathy for Jiang Zheng for not being able to reach the fairy mountain, and some even felt so happy that they wanted to laugh out loud. "Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng!" As if he heard someone calling him, he turned around and saw Lin Muxi jogging after him, her beautiful eyes full of worry. "Muxi..." Jiang Zheng forced a smile on his face, but in Lin Muxi's eyes, this smile was extremely bitter. "Are you okay...", she asked worriedly, "I...I heard everything just now, you..."
"I'm fine." Jiang Zheng waved his hand to interrupt her, took a deep breath to cheer himself up, and said with a smile: "It's just that I can't climb the Immortal Mountain. I have inferior spiritual roots, so what? Maybe I can join other immortal sects in the future. Doesn't the book say that? The heaven moves vigorously, and the gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement!"