Author: Mebian

"Why, are they bullying you like this? Are you still unwilling to leave?"

But the man's faint sigh sounded in his ears.

Li Bei saw that everyone in front of him seemed to be like sculptures, motionless. The next moment, the arm holding the match was cut off and flew into the sky.

Just fell in front of Li Bei.

Everyone yelled "there's a ghost" and rushed out of the door in a hurry.

The woman who had covered Li Beiniang with a pillow just now fell to the ground after running a few steps, bleeding from her orifices and losing her breath.

Her husband was so frightened that he didn't dare to look back and just ran forward.

Li Bei stared blankly at the bed, his originally soft body already stiff.

Xie Xuanhui stood up and helped Li Bei up. His voice was gentle, as if he was casting a poison:

"I will bury your mother in a place with excellent feng shui. In return, will you come with me?"

Li Bei's belated tears rolled down silently.

She nodded without any hesitation.

Deep in Lishan Mountain, the scenery is picturesque, and my mother's small grave is submerged in the thick green shade.

"Xie Xuanhui, can you take me to cultivate immortality?"

The woman was kneeling, her waist straight, her eyes wet with tears, but her face full of determination.

"I don't want to be stepped on for the rest of my life. Can you help me?"

In Wanzhong Continent, spiritual power is the strongest, but the untouchables are not qualified to practice at all.

Li Bei's scalp went numb when he thought about having to live in the criticism of others all his life.

The best way to get out of the mud is to climb up as hard as you can.

Li Bei clenched his hands tightly: "I don't have anything to give you, but I will repay you, I swear."

Xie Xuanhui looked at her for a long time, then he knelt down and reached out to wipe away Li Bei's tears.

"Okay, I'll help you."

"You must also remember your oath."

The land is divided into four wastelands, and the Eastern Wasteland where Li Bei is located has the thinnest spiritual breath. People in this world are divided into three, six or nine grades, but spiritual breath is the highest grade.

If a mortal wants to cultivate immortality, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The levels of cultivating immortals from low to high are: cultivator (body training stage), Qi refining stage, crystallization stage, and spirit transformation stage.

Nowadays, if we look at the leaders of all the major sects in the world, they are only in the early stages of becoming gods at best, and the god level is still beyond their reach.

"Then you are..."

Li Bei frowned, what level was the Water God?

"There are more than just mortals in this world." Xie Xuanhui said lightly.

Xie Xuanhui: "Li Bei, let me take a look at your spiritual root."

Seeing Xie Xuanhui put his hand between his eyebrows, a rare burning heat lingered between his eyebrows.

Li Beixin suddenly raised his voice.

The longer he remained silent, the more panicked Li Bei became.

In this small village, there are very few children with spiritual roots, let alone any qualifications.

I have been looked down upon since I was a child. Could it be that I am really a loser?

Sensing Li Bei's panic, Xie Xuanhui smiled and retracted his hand: "Gold spiritual roots, excellent qualifications."

But Li Bei was still keenly aware of a hint of regret under his smile.

"Isn't it good?" she asked.

"No." Xie Xuanhui shook his head and told her that there are five types of spiritual roots in the world based on the five elements.

Metal defeats wood, wood defeats earth, earth defeats water, water defeats fire, and fire defeats metal.

They are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. If the gold system encounters a cultivator with fire spiritual roots, their own strength will be greatly suppressed.

If you force yourself to take action, it will cause great damage to yourself, and you may even die.

The five elements are in conflict with each other and cannot be solved.

Li Bei's metal spiritual roots are not common. Unfortunately, the wood spiritual roots, which are the easiest to suppress for the metal type, are rare in this world, while the fire type, which can be restrained, is extremely common.

"It's just a slight flaw in your spiritual roots. It's okay. You have to work hard in the future."

Xie Xuanhui reminded him with a calm expression.

"Three years from now it will be the day of the mortal sect's general election. The sect's Dragon and Tiger Pavilion will be of great help to you, and its requirements are also very high. Do you understand?"

Li Bei nodded, but pride surged in her heart. She stretched out her hand, looked at her young and slender hands, and slowly closed her palms.

"From now on, my life will be in my own hands. After my mother is gone, there will be no one in this world worthy of my ties."

Longhu Pavilion, here I come!

Not long after, the frightened people found that Libei's house was empty, and the stubborn little girl seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

…

Three years later, on the eighth day of July.

It is the sect election held once every ten years by each cultivation sect in the world.

The most popular one is naturally the Dragon Tiger Pavilion of the leading sect.

The crowd was bustling, and a man wearing a jade crown got off the carriage. He had red lips and white teeth, and bright eyes. After looking around for a week, he said: "This is Donghuang, it is more lively than back home."

The servant smiled apologetically and followed the curious young master around.

"Please bring me some roasted chestnuts with sugar." Mo Nianqing said excitedly. When he touched his waist, his money bag disappeared.

At a glance, he saw a woman not far away wearing a conical hat, covering her face, and walking in a hurry.

Seeing that he noticed her, she quickly turned back and walked away.

Mo Nianqing became suspicious and chased after him: "Don't leave, give me my money bag!"

Li Bei secretly scolded himself for being nosy. Even if he saw that stupid boy being taken away his money, it would have nothing to do with him.

It's no use to get into this mess.

"Hey!" Mo Nianqing caught up with her out of breath and held her shoulders, "still..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Bei held down his arm, grabbed his back foot, and threw him firmly over his shoulder.

"Ouch." Mo Nianqing was so painful that he almost burst into tears. He waved his hands and used his spiritual breath in anger.

Li Bei was undefended and his curtain cap was scratched by the spirit breath.

I saw a pair of green agate eyes embedded in the fair and delicate face.

Mo Nianqing was dumbfounded.

In just a moment, Li Bei covered his face again.

She secretly regretted it, but Mo Nianqing wouldn't let go of her.

She could only whisper in a low voice: "The person who stole your money was the son of the candy man's boss, not me!"

"If you keep pestering me, don't blame me for being rude."

Mo Nianqing turned around blankly, only to see that the candy man stall had disappeared without a trace.

"Oops, I blamed the wrong girl!"

Looking back, I saw that Li Bei had disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Li Bei hurriedly asked the proprietress of the clothing store if she had a sturdier conical hat. She wanted to cover her eye-catching eyes.

Just half a month ago, Li Bei had an accident while hunting spiritual beasts in order to obtain the beast elixir to enhance his strength. If it weren't for Xie Xuanhui's intervention.

She was afraid that she would die without any bones left.

Later, Xie Xuanhui asked an old friend from Kongsang Mountain to bring her back from the gate of hell.

After she woke up from a coma for half a month, she accidentally discovered that she had obtained a rare wood spiritual root.

Dark green eyes represent superior qualifications.

At that time, with an uneasy heart, she tried to mobilize the spiritual energy in the spirit ruins and slowly guide it out of the body.

A ball of emerald green energy jumped in the palm of Li Bei's hand.

Li Bei waved his hand and attacked, the powerful spiritual energy distorted the space, and the wind in the air was stunned.

More than twice as powerful as before.

Li Bei couldn't be happier - this was truly a blessing in disguise.

Just as she was thinking about it, Xie Xuanhui reached out and touched her eyebrows.

A blue light appeared between her eyebrows.

Xie Xuanhui said that he had something to do and could not accompany her to the sect election. This was the imprint he left on Li Bei. If there was any danger, he would find her as soon as possible.

He told Li Bei to be cautious.

The sect was undergoing selection and there were a lot of talents, and Li Beiyuan didn't want to expose his spiritual root attributes too early.

She had just changed into her conical hat when she saw Mo Nianqing following her ghostly.
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