The five-color brilliance is fixed, without missing a single phase, as gorgeous as peacock feathers.
"It's actually a spiritual root with all five elements..."
Zhang Yao couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw this result.
There are thirty-six types of spiritual roots in the world.
There are five single-attribute heavenly spiritual roots and five mutated supernatural spiritual roots. These ten spiritual roots are the first level.
Secondly, there are only two types of earth spirit roots with five elements attributes. There are also ten types, which is the second level.
The remaining three, four, and five attributes, a total of sixteen types, are collectively called miscellaneous spiritual roots and belong to the lowest level because of their slow cultivation speed and difficulty in breaking through the realm.
Spiritual roots with all five elements are at the lowest level among miscellaneous spiritual roots, but they are extremely rare. The probability of their birth is even comparable to that of heavenly spiritual roots and alien spiritual roots.
It is said that before the great destruction of the ancient times, this was once the strongest spiritual root. It was called the "perfect spiritual root" and was the standard equipment for the true disciples of the overlord sect.
But then the environment of heaven and earth changed, and what was once the strongest spiritual root has now been reduced to the bottom.
"It's great if you have spiritual roots. You don't have to worry about it."
"If I didn't have all the five elements, I wouldn't be able to practice the "Thick Earth Technique"."
Zhang Yao came back to his senses and didn't pay much attention.
According to Lunan's account, those who possess spiritual roots are extremely rare among mortals, or at least one in a hundred thousand.
It is precisely because there are too few people with spiritual roots, and there is a lack of effective means to detect them, that even if they are found, they may not necessarily match the zodiac sign, which makes the inheritance of the Houtu Sect extremely difficult.
Therefore, even if Zhang Yao has seemingly the worst miscellaneous spiritual roots, he is still satisfied.
"Slow cultivation and difficult breakthroughs are not big problems."
"I don't have the pressure of longevity. If I practice slowly for thousands of years, I can become a master in the world of immortality."
Zhang Yao's mentality is very optimistic.
Through Lu Nan's account, he actually knew where several immortal cultivators gathered in Lu State, but he was not planning to go there now.
At least, he would have to wait until the third level of Qi Refining before he would set out to look for other immortal cultivators.
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Yao turned around and left the forest, using the magic of magic. His figure was as ethereal as a phantom, and he jumped more than ten feet in one leap, as fast as a ghost.
After traveling for more than ten miles, a small Taoist temple deep in the mountains appeared in front of him.
The small Taoist temple is not big, covering an area of less than half an acre. On the plaque are the three words "Qingxu Temple" inscribed by Zhang Yao himself.
"Master!"
"Master is back!"
The two little Taoist boys in the Taoist temple saw Zhang Yao's figure and hurriedly came forward to greet him.
Three years ago, Zhang Yao came here, purchased earthworks and stones, hired local men, built a Taoist temple, and accepted two orphans as Taoist boys, named "Qingfeng" and "Mingyue".
Three years later, the two little Taoist boys were now twelve or thirteen years old and began to practice some martial arts taught by Zhang Yao.
"Well, you two aren't lazy, are you?"
Zhang Yao casually tested them for a few sentences, then sent them away and returned to the quiet room deep in the Taoist temple alone.
In the deep mountains, the spiritual energy is stronger than in most places, which is more suitable for his cultivation.
After becoming an immortal cultivator, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can replenish most of the human body's consumption, but after all, his cultivation level is still shallow and he cannot completely live without food.
The purpose of building a Taoist temple in this deep mountain and accepting two little Taoist boys was to provide him with daily food needs, so that he could ignore worldly affairs and pursue the immortal way wholeheartedly.
…………
Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and moon fly like a shuttle.
In the deep mountains of Fuzhou, Zhang Yao stayed there for more than 40 years.
Qingfeng left the two Taoist boys when he was in his twenties and went out to explore the world. It is said that he earned a considerable fortune.
Mingyue stayed in Qingxu Temple. While marrying a wife and having children, he also recruited disciples and taught the Dharma. He expanded Qingxu Temple several times, making it much larger.
More than forty years have passed:
Qingxu Temple already occupies a small half of the hilltop, and its scale is not much different from the original Qingping Palace.
This day.
Mingyue, who was nearly sixty years old, carried a tray and went to the depths of the Taoist temple to deliver food to Zhang Yao as usual.
After several expansions of the Qingxu Temple, the original area has become a restricted area. It is the place where the "Qingxu Zhenren" who is rumored to have founded the Taoist temple hid in cultivation.
However, except for the master of the temple, Mingyue Zhenren, no one has ever seen him, making this patriarch particularly mysterious.
"Um?"
Mingyue came to the depths of the Taoist temple and saw long-cooled meals on a tray outside the room.
"Master hasn't left seclusion yet?"
He frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashing across his face.
For more than 40 years, his master has been practicing hard behind closed doors all day long, indifferent to the outside world, and only eats one meal a day.
In the past few days, Zhang Yao had not touched the meals he had delivered, which made him wonder if there was something wrong with the master.
Just as he was hesitating whether to open the door and break in, a clear voice suddenly came from beside his ear:
"Mingyue?"
"Master, it's me."
Mingyue quickly put down the tray and saluted respectfully.
"Put down the food. You won't have to come back after tomorrow."
Hearing this, Mingyue raised her head in shock:
"Master, what are you..."
"I'm ready to get out of here."
Zhang Yao's voice was neither fast nor slow, and his tone was calm:
"I adopted you and taught you martial arts, and you have served me wholeheartedly for decades. We don't owe each other anything."
"After today, the fate between you and me will be over. We may never see each other again. I hope you can have a smooth rest of your life."
"Master!"
Mingyue immediately turned pale and knelt down with a plop.
In fact, his feelings for Zhang Yao were not very deep. After all, Zhang Yao devoted himself to practicing hard and rarely taught them. With the passage of time, the original gratitude had long since dissipated.
But he knew deeply that his master was no ordinary person. He was in awe simply because he had not aged for more than forty years.
He also tried to seek the true Dharma, but Zhang Yao said that he had no qualifications and did not teach it to him. Although he was doubtful, he did not give up. Instead, he insisted on serving him every day, hoping that one day the master would change his mind.
But now that Zhang Yao was about to leave suddenly, he suddenly felt impatient and unwilling, and said repeatedly:
"Master, you..."
"No need to say any more, go ahead, go ahead."
There was a sigh in the room, and then a soft force emerged out of thin air and rolled up his body.
Mingyue felt as if she were soaring in the clouds and mist, and her vision blurred. When she fell to the ground, she realized that she was outside the courtyard. After sitting there for a while, she left in despair.
Inside the room:
Zhang Yao withdrew his gaze and took out a small gray bag from his sleeve.
"After having this thing for so many years, it's finally time to open it."
He mobilized his mana and poured it into the storage bag:
"This kind of cultivation speed is indeed too slow. It took more than forty years to break through to the third level of Qi Refining. Now the time is ripe and it's time to change the environment."
"I hope this storage bag can give me a little surprise..."
Under the surge of mana, the restriction left by Lunan dissipated on its own after sensing the same source of mana.
Without the restriction, Zhang Yao's magic power easily refined the storage bag in his hand. With the help of his magic power, he sensed the contents of the storage bag.
Two jade slips, a dozen crystal jade stones, a flying sword, a large seal, and a flag.
"These should be low-grade spiritual stones, right?"
"Although there are no magic pills or magic talismans, there are three magic weapons, which is very good."
Zhang Yao withdrew his magic power and showed a hint of surprise.
Lunan's net worth was richer than he imagined. Ordinary casual cultivators could not accumulate the net worth of three magic weapons.
"Let's take it out and take a look first."
PS: Strong statement: This book is not a waste of time. Readers should be able to realize that the protagonist will definitely be able to discover the power of the perfect Five Elements Spiritual Root (*^▽^*)
