Fairy Eye

Mo Yinzhi and Zhu Yuguo.

Old Yan took the two items, which floated in front of him, his face full of surprise: "You're quite something, kid. You've made such a gain in just two months."

"Just lucky."

Han Lin smiled and said.

"Tsk tsk, I must say, you're really lucky. These two are both excellent items!" Old Yan's eyes gleamed.

"Zhu Yuguo is worth two thousand contributions per piece."

"As for the Ink Silver Ganoderma, it costs one thousand contribution points per pound. This thing is very expensive, and I'm afraid you won't agree with my estimate, so I'll weigh it for you."

As he spoke, Old Yan walked behind the counter, took out a small scale, and began to weigh himself.

He then said, "It's a little over five pounds in total. Let's just say five pounds, is that alright?"

"no problem."

Han Lin didn't mind and readily agreed.

"Hmm. This item was directly recycled by me. There are a total of 17,000 contribution points here. Count them."

Old Yan took out a large stack of contribution cards and presented them to Han Lin, his face filled with undisguised envy.

Although he was in charge of the donation cards for the Merit Hall, they were not his personal property. Every so often, he would check the accounts and scrutinize them thoroughly.

He couldn't deliver on his promise if there was even the slightest mistake.

Not to mention things like misappropriation or embezzlement; if that happens, it will definitely be used as a warning to others, and the punishment will be even more severe than the crime of murdering a fellow disciple.

Han Lin noticed the envy on Elder Yan's face. While putting away the contribution cards, he left five contribution cards worth one hundred yuan each and handed them to Elder Yan.

"Old Yan, thank you for taking care of me and giving me such an easy task of picking people up. It's just a small token of my appreciation, please don't find it offensive."

"For me?"

Old Yan was stunned, hardly believing it.

That's 500 contribution points, equivalent to five spirit stones, and Han Lin just gave it away like that.

"right."

Han Lin smiled gently.

"Good, good, you're a really sensible kid. If you ever need any help in the future, just ask, and I'll help if I can."

Upon hearing this, Elder Yan's expression immediately lit up with joy, and he put away the contribution card.

He used to feel a bit uncomfortable looking at Han Lin, but now, the more he looks at him, the more pleasing the guy seems to him.

It's not that the 500 contribution points completely bought him off, but rather that Han Lin's "sensible" behavior showed that he was a sensible person.

It's not a bad thing to have a good relationship with this kind of person.

Da da da.

Just then, faint footsteps echoed in the passageway outside.

Han Lin turned around and saw an elderly man, around seventy years old, wearing a gray robe and with his hair neatly combed, walking in with light steps.

Upon seeing this, Old Yan, who was behind the counter, immediately went to greet him. "Senior Ye, you've arrived! Take a look, is this young man the person you're looking for?"

There are many Foundation Establishment experts in the inner sect, but not all of them are elders. Therefore, people in the outer sect usually address each other as seniors, mountain lords, or senior uncles and elder brothers.

Upon hearing that it was Ye Qi, Han Lin quickly stepped forward to greet him, saying, "Greetings, Senior Ye."

Ye Qi turned to look at Han Lin, then shifted his gaze to the child, and said with a smile, "Jianling, it's been years, you've grown so much."

Ye Jianling stared blankly at the old man. "You... are you really my great-grandfather?"

"Haha, it's the real deal!"

"I went back once a few years ago, when you were still an infant."

"I didn't expect that you'd be six years old soon, so I brought you here to see if you could awaken your spiritual root!"

"If you have one, you can stay in the Guiyuan Sect from now on. Your great-grandfather will personally guide your cultivation."

After Ye Qi laughed, he explained why he had asked Ye Jianling to come over.

Han Lin then realized that this Senior Ye did not know that Ye Jianling possessed spiritual roots, and had only taken him over to try his luck.

Ye Jianling was not particularly excited after hearing this; instead, he showed signs of worry.

At this moment, Ye Qi turned to Han Lin and asked, "Young friend, are you the one who brought Jianling here?"

Han Lin quickly replied, "Disciple Han Lin is the one who accepted the mission."

"Alright, thank you for your hard work. Here are the two thousand five hundred contribution points I promised. Please accept them." The old man smiled and took out a stack of contribution cards.

"Thank you, senior. It's what I should do. You two chat, I'll take my leave now." Having received the contribution card, Han Lin decided not to get in the way and walked outside.

Ye Jianling suddenly called out, "Uncle Han, if you're going out again, please tell Master that I'm fine and that I'll go find him once I've achieved some success in my cultivation!"

Han Lin's expression froze. He thought to himself, "You want to see your master? I'm afraid you're tired of living."

Despite his thoughts, he still turned around and replied, "Okay, if there's a chance, I'll definitely pass on your message."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

"Jianling, who is the master you're talking about?" Ye Qi asked, puzzled.

"To be honest, Grandfather, the truth is..." Ye Jianling did not hide anything and told the whole story.

Ye Qi was both surprised and delighted upon hearing this. He was surprised that his great-grandson had almost been kidnapped, but delighted that Ye Jianling actually had spiritual roots, and that his talent was probably not bad.

"Jianling, stretch out your hand, let your great-grandfather see what kind of talent you have." Ye Qi's eyes shone as he squatted down and said.

It is worth mentioning that.

Once a cultivator reaches the Foundation Establishment stage, they can directly examine the spiritual root attributes of others without needing to rely on the Spirit Mirror.

Upon hearing this, Ye Jianling extended his hand in front of Ye Qi.

Ye Qi gently grasped Ye Jianling's wrist, as if taking his pulse, but in reality, he mixed his true energy with his divine sense and channeled it into Ye Jianling's body.

After wandering around for a while, Ye Qi almost jumped for joy, "Heavens, a Heavenly Spiritual Root!"

"What?! A Heavenly Spiritual Root?!"

Upon hearing this, Old Man Yan, who was standing to the side, was also filled with shock.

Although the Guiyuan Sect has over ten thousand disciples, there are less than fifty with Heavenly Spiritual Roots! I never expected this kid to have such terrifying talent.

Upon hearing Elder Yan's voice, Ye Qi suddenly snapped out of his daze, his face darkening as he said, "Little Yan, don't tell anyone about this, or I'll be very rude to you! If anyone asks, just say you have both metal and wood spiritual roots."

"Yes, Senior Ye." Elder Yan didn't understand why the other party was hiding this fact, but seeing the other party's serious expression, he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Okay, Jianling, let's go." Ye Qi nodded and pulled Ye Jianling outside.

After a brief registration at the Hall of Inviting Immortals, leaving behind the words "metal and wood dual spiritual roots," he hurriedly headed towards the Northern Territory.

If Ye Jianling were an ordinary person, he would naturally register his spiritual root truthfully. But since Ye Jianling is his descendant, it's different.

Although those with celestial spiritual roots are valued more by sects, they also attract jealousy. He didn't want his great-grandson to become a fallen genius.

the other side.

After leaving the Merit Hall, Han Lin did not return to the Milky Way Valley, but instead walked in the opposite direction.

Finally, we arrived at the entrance to an extremely desolate square.

I looked up.

In the center of the square, there is a single-story hut with a stone tablet at the door, inscribed with the three large characters "Gathering Spirit Tower".

"This is the Spirit Gathering Tower? It's just a small hut." Looking at the overgrown bluestone plaza, Han Lin frowned slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly walked towards the hut.