"Elder Yun, your disciple has opened his spiritual root directly after entering the sect. With such speed of spiritual root opening, I'm afraid even you may not compare. Although it is a blessing from the immortal, he has indeed opened his spiritual root. You should teach him well!"
The Grand Elder added, "My student has actually received a blessing from the immortal and opened his spiritual root!"
Yun Qingyao was amazed.
No wonder back then when Luren was bidding for the spiritual root-opening pill, it was her fault to blame Luren. At that moment, Yun Qingyao felt a mix of emotions and felt somewhat guilty towards Luren.
With the spiritual root opened, the need for the pill was no longer there. The pill could be sold at auction for a large sum of money.
This was not a lack of ambition but rather a savvy business move.
"Elder Yun, the Sect Master has ordered you to bring your disciple to participate in the exchange with the new disciples!" The Grand Elder's words interrupted Yun Qingyao's thoughts.
Yun Qingyao came to her senses and smiled, "Grand Elder, I promise to do so!"
"You really agreed?" The Grand Elder looked surprised. He had been worried that Yun Qingyao would refuse, but he had not expected her to agree so readily.
"Now that I have taken on a disciple, I must help the sect train an outstanding disciple and not forget to repay the Sect Master's kindness!" Yun Qingyao said.
"Do you have the confidence to train Luren? Although he has opened his spiritual root, he is still a rare case with his mediocre bloodline," said the Grand Elder.
Yun Qingyao's beautiful and cold face showed a confident expression as she said, "My disciple has my Fire Spirit Sword. As long as I pass on my self-created sword technique to him, even if he has a mediocre bloodline, I have full confidence that I can teach him. Once he cultivates my sword technique to the entry level, he should be able to open at least two spiritual roots!"
"If he can cultivate it to a basic level, he can open four spiritual roots. If he can reach an advanced level, he can open six spiritual roots!"
Her disciple's mediocre talent was just a decision made by the heavens, something that couldn't be changed. With effort and her guidance, he could still become strong.
"Haha, if a mediocre bloodline can really be nurtured by you, it will be enough to make our Qingyun Sect renowned!" The Grand Elder laughed heartily.
If they could cultivate even those with mediocre bloodlines, more talents would naturally join the Qingyun Sect in the future.
"Now that there's nothing else to attend to, I'll go check on my disciple!" Yun Qingyao said before getting up and leaving.
In another courtyard, Xiao Huo was wielding the Fire Spirit Sword, practicing the Fiery Sword Technique with great momentum.
"This Fiery Sword Technique is really powerful. Once I master it to the advanced level, those disciples with fifth-grade bloodlines won't be my match!" Xiao Huo looked excitedly at the Fire Spirit Sword in his hand.
For just twenty thousand copper coins, he was able to experience the power of a low-level spiritual weapon early; it was truly worth it.
"I will strive to master this technique to the entry level within a month!"
Xiao Huo had just finished speaking when he was about to continue wielding the Fire Spirit Sword, but suddenly felt a blur pass in front of him. Immediately after, a slender palm unexpectedly struck toward his chest.
Spurt!
Xiao Huo spat out a mouthful of blood, then was sent flying back and fell to the ground. When he saw who the figure was, a look of shock appeared on his face. He said, "Saint.... Princess!"
Yun Qingyao picked up the fallen Fire Spirit Sword from the ground and sucked it back into her hand. With a long sword pointing at Xiao Huo, she said, "How dare you have the audacity to bully my disciple, snatch away his Fire Spirit Sword! While my disciple may have a mediocre bloodline, don't forget that he still has a master!"
Yun Qingyao exuded a chilling aura, as if she could freeze Xiao Huo solid. In her mind, an image surfaced - a disciple with a mediocre bloodline being bullied and oppressed by other disciples in the courtyard, even having the gift from his master stolen.
Xiao Huo shivered uncontrollably, his whole body going cold, and asked, "Princess, have you misunderstood something?"
"I misunderstood you about what? The Fire Spirit Sword in your hand was a gift from me to Lu Ren, wasn't it?" Yun Qingyao said coldly.
"The Fire Spirit Sword was indeed a gift from you to Lu Ren, but I didn't snatch it, Lu Ren sold it to me!" Xian Honghu immediately began to explain, fearing that Yun Qingyao would kill him in anger.
"Nonsense!" Yun Qingyao said coldly, "This Fire Spirit Sword is worth at least one million copper coins. How could you, a junior disciple, afford it?"
"I can't afford it, but Lu Ren asked me to pay him in installments. I gave him twenty thousand copper coins first, and the remaining eighty thousand, plus interest, I have to pay him eight thousand eight hundred copper coins every month for ten months!" Xian Honghu's eyes were filled with tears as he spoke.
"Installments? Interest?" Yun Qingyao's eyes widened in disbelief, as if she had heard the most absurd thing.
"Your Highness, I am not lying to you. If you don't believe me, wait until Lu Ren comes back, and we can confront him face to face!" Xian Honghu hurriedly pleaded.
"No need!" Yun Qingyao took back the Fire Spirit Sword, took out twenty banknotes, and threw them to Xian Honghu, saying coldly, "Here's the twenty thousand back to you, and I'll take the Fire Spirit Sword with me!"
Xian Honghu felt like crying without tears. With the Fire Spirit Sword taken away, wouldn't his Flame Sword Technique be in vain?
"Your Highness, what should I do if Lu Ren asks me for money?" Xian Honghu asked with a sorrowful face.
"Of course, I won't give it to him. If he's not satisfied, I'll just beat him up. An incompetent waste of bloodline, with no skill or talent, he needs to be taught a lesson!" Yun Qingyao left in a huff.
She had lived for twenty years and it was the first time she had given a gift, but Lu Ren had taken the gift she gave him and sold it, even making someone pay in installments.
She had intended to spend some time teaching this disciple, but now she just wanted to slap him to death.
Not long after Yun Qingyao left, Lu Ren returned excitedly and rushed into his dormitory.
Entering the Pagoda Space required an absolutely safe environment, otherwise the brain couldn't relax, and entering the Pagoda Space would be impossible.
Soon, Lu Ren entered the Pagoda Space.
He looked at the sixty bags of spirit rice in front of him and began to roughly calculate – sixty bags of spirit rice could sustain him for eighty-two years.
Even though Lu Ren hadn't made any progress in practicing the Tiger Fist technique for a month, he now had eighty-two years to practice. Was there any reason he couldn't succeed?
"Start practicing!" Lu Ren took out the Tiger Fist manual and continued his practice.
For Lu Ren, with his waste bloodline, practicing was a thankless task. It took him two years to reach a basic level with the Tiger Fist technique.
Xiao Huohuo, with his fourth-grade bloodline talent, had achieved the same level in three days, showcasing a stark difference between them.
"It's okay if my talent is lacking; I can work hard. With this spirit rice, I have enough to practice for eighty years!" Lu Ren continued his practice.
In the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed!
In the Pagoda Space, Lu Ren's figure was like a fierce tiger, pouncing forward. His fists continuously hammered out, creating a whistling fist wind that caused the air to tremble, resembling a tiger descending from a mountain.
"Haa!" Lu Ren suddenly shouted loudly, delivering a punch that landed on a huge rock in front of him.
Boom!
With a loud explosion, the giant rock instantly cracked open, shooting out many stone fragments.
"It's actually perfect!" Lu Ren couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face.
Although the Tiger Fist was a lower-grade martial technique, when practiced to perfection, its power was equally formidable, even surpassing some middle-grade martial techniques.
Even though it took thirty years, Lu Ren didn't mind at all.
Furthermore, Lu Ren discovered that there was a subtle flow of spiritual energy in the palms of his hands, transmitting amazing power.
Excited beyond measure, Lu Ren opened two more spiritual apertures!