Ghost Immortal

Li Feng's right hand was slightly curled up inside his sleeve, his fingertips already touching the dagger at his waist.

If the other party wanted to use this excuse to blackmail him, he would have to suspect that the other party was being controlled by the female corpse and was talking nonsense.

Since that's the case, he had no choice but to exorcise the demon and kill the puppet of the female corpse in front of him with a single blow.

But the Taoist priest with four eyebrows suddenly waved his hand, and his tone relaxed: "No need to be nervous. I know very well how many lives Zhang the night watchman has taken over the years. I have wanted to get rid of him for a long time, but I couldn't do it without solid evidence because he is a registered night watchman in the government office."

"You did this for me, and I will not only not hold you accountable, but I will also thank you." He wiped the cold sweat from his hands and smiled at Li Feng.

That was close! I almost overdid it and lost my life.

Li Feng didn't respond this time, but just looked at him quietly.

Master Four Eyebrows quickly smiled again: "You are so young, yet you are quite wary. Since you are unwilling to talk about your lineage, I will not ask. But I have one question that you must answer truthfully."

Li Feng said woodenly, "Please speak, Daoist Master."

"That lightning talisman in your sleeve, did you really draw it yourself?"

Li Feng nodded without hesitation.

He was observing whether the other party was hostile; if so, he would slap them to death and then push them to the female corpse.

The Taoist priest with four eyebrows, unaware of the danger, asked sternly, "Who taught you your Taoist magic?"

Several thoughts raced through Li Feng's mind as he gave a half-truthful, half-false answer.

"When I was a child, I met a wandering Taoist priest in the mountains. He taught me some basic Taoist techniques. Later, after my parents died, I came to Qingyan City to stay with my maternal uncle."

Suddenly, the Taoist priest with four eyebrows extended two fingers and placed them on Li Feng's wrist.

Li Feng instinctively tried to pull his hand away, but the other man grabbed his wrist.

"Don't move. My current injuries can't hurt you."

The four-browed Taoist priest's fingertips emitted a faint spiritual energy, probing along Li Feng's meridians.

This wisp of spiritual energy was gentle and non-aggressive; it seemed more like it was probing.

A moment later, the Taoist priest with four eyebrows released his grip, his face showing a mixture of shock and excitement.

"Your spiritual root... is actually six inches long!"

Li Feng's heart stirred.

His true spiritual root is nine inches, and the six-inch level is what he deliberately revealed.

Judging from the tone of the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist, a six-inch spiritual root seems to be quite unusual.

"Six inches of spiritual root, I don't quite understand that. Do you think that's very high, Daoist Master?"

Seeing the guy's clueless expression, the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist almost sat up in bed in excitement.

The movement aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain, but he still couldn't help but say, "Do you even know what a spiritual root is?"

Li Feng honestly shook his head.

He only knew that the longer the spiritual root, the better, and the greater the power of the spell.

As for the nature of spiritual roots and what level most people are at, he really didn't know.

The tattered book only records that spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivators, and the longer the spiritual root, the stronger the foundation, but it does not explain in detail the classification of spiritual root grades.

Master Si Mei suppressed his excitement and explained in detail to Li Feng.

"The spiritual root is the channel and foundation of spiritual power in a cultivator's body. The spiritual root originates from the dantian and extends along the meridians to the limbs and bones. The longer the spiritual root, the more places the spiritual power can reach, the higher the efficiency of cultivation, and the stronger the power of spells."

"The length of a cultivator's spiritual root determines how far they can go!"

He said solemnly, "A spiritual root that is one to three inches in size is considered a low-grade spiritual root. People with this kind of spiritual root can only barely step into the threshold of cultivation and will never be able to break through to the Qi Refining stage in their entire lives. Among the three religions and nine schools of thought, the vast majority of rogue cultivators and low-class cultivators are at this level."

"A spiritual root of four to six inches is considered a mid-grade spiritual root. Such a person is considered a cultivation genius and can at least cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage. Among all walks of life, those with mid-grade spiritual roots are one in a hundred."

"A spiritual root of seven to nine inches is considered a superior spiritual root. Such a person would be a core disciple heavily cultivated by any sect, and breaking through to the Golden Core realm would be a certainty. With enough luck and resources, they could even break through to the Nascent Soul stage. Superior spiritual roots are one in a thousand!"

He concluded with a look of longing, "As for a ten-inch spiritual root, that's called a heavenly-grade spiritual root, or a perfect spiritual root."

"Such a person is one in a hundred years. Once they appear, they will definitely be the object of competition among the major sects, because cultivators with Heavenly Grade Spiritual Roots have a foundation that is far more solid than ordinary people, their cultivation speed is several times that of ordinary cultivators, and they almost never encounter any bottlenecks in their breakthroughs."

Upon hearing this, Li Feng finally understood why Master Si Mei was so agitated.

A young rogue cultivator with a six-inch spiritual root who can draw thunder explosion talismans on his own is simply an unpolished gem.

Li Feng was overjoyed; his spiritual root was not innate, but could be developed.

His initial spiritual root was only one or two inches long. It was only after eating spiritual rice, beef tendons, beef heads, and beef demon bone marrow that he broke through to nine inches.

In other words, his spiritual root can grow, which means his talent can grow!

Others can't.

The news was so sudden that it sent shockwaves through Li Feng's mind.

He had long known that the spiritual soup boiled in the cauldron could improve one's cultivation level, and he had always believed that others could increase their spiritual roots and cultivation level by eating the flesh of demonic beasts.

Now it seems that this is not the case at all.

His ability to grow his spiritual roots was entirely thanks to the cauldron.

Seeing his stunned expression, the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist priest assumed he was processing what he had just said, and continued:

"Young man, do you know why I'm telling you all this? Because I want to take you as my disciple!"

The Taoist priest with four eyebrows spoke very seriously, and there was not a trace of joking in his eyes.

"Your spiritual root is six inches, your aptitude is above average, and you already have a foundation in Taoist arts. Although I am not a master of any major sect, I am the thirty-sixth generation official successor of the Maoshan Sect. I have guarded the mortuary for thirty years and have subdued demons and monsters in no less than a hundred battles. If you are willing to become my disciple, I will impart all my knowledge to you without reservation!"

Li Feng did not rush to answer.

He was weighing the pros and cons.

He had already witnessed the power of the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist priest firsthand.

To be able to confront the female corpse head-on for so long in the quarry, and finally defeat her with forbidden magic, is a skill that is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.

Moreover, he is a formal successor of the Maoshan School, which means that he can access the orthodox Taoist cultivation system, unlike Li Feng who can only rely on fragments in tattered books and figure things out on his own.

Master Si Mei was the caretaker of the mortuary, and Li Feng was the night watchman.

Both of these jobs are government duties; one is in charge of the dead, and the other is in charge of keeping watch. They are complementary to each other.

After becoming his disciple, Li Feng's identity became more secure, and he would not arouse any suspicion.

However, there are also risks involved in becoming an apprentice.

The Four-Eyebrowed Taoist priest now believes that Li Feng has a six-inch spiritual root, but Li Feng's true spiritual root is nine inches.

If his true spiritual root is revealed in the future, how can we explain the reason for the growth of his spiritual root?

You can't say it's because you eat fewer snacks and sleep more, can you?

But those are things for the future.

What I need most now is to gain a foothold in Qingyan City, to have a place where I can be protected and learn real skills.

The olive branch extended by Master Si Mei is undoubtedly the best option at present.

Li Feng stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed deeply to the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist.

"Disciple Li Feng wishes to become the Daoist Master's disciple!"

Master Si Mei smiled sincerely. He raised his hand in a gesture of support and said with a smile, "Good, good! From today onwards, you are my third disciple. The formal apprenticeship ceremony will be held after Qiu Sheng wakes up, but our master-disciple relationship is now established."

He took out a palm-sized peach wood plaque from the bedside table and handed it to Li Feng.

"This is my disciple token. Take it first. This token is a symbol of the Maoshan Sect. With this token, all my fellow disciples in the Maoshan lineage will recognize you. There is also a protective talisman engraved on the token. When you encounter danger, you can inject spiritual power into it and it can withstand one attack from those below the Qi Refining Realm."

Li Feng accepted the token with both hands.

The token was inscribed with the words "316th Generation of Maoshan" on the front and complex runes on the back.

It feels warm to the touch, and you can vaguely sense the spiritual energy it contains.

Li Feng bowed again: "Thank you, Master!"

"No need for such formalities."

The Four-Eyebrowed Taoist waved his hand and asked again, "By the way, what is your current cultivation level, specifically how many inches of spiritual root do you have?"

Li Feng hesitated for a moment, feeling that since he had already become a disciple, it would be inappropriate to completely conceal his cultivation level.

However, he could not reveal his true nine-inch spiritual root, so he compromised and gave a number.

"This disciple possesses a spiritual root of six inches."

Master Si Mei nodded, without any doubt.

He had previously used his spiritual power to examine Li Feng's meridians and found that he indeed possessed a six-inch spiritual root.

This was all thanks to Li Feng's exquisite concealment technique, which even a master like Daoist Four Eyebrows, a master of the Qi Refining Realm, couldn't see through.

"With a six-inch spiritual root, your talent is not bad, but to be able to learn to draw talismans on your own without a master or resources is truly remarkable in terms of comprehension and perseverance."

Master Si Mei leaned against the headboard, his tone becoming even gentler: "Go back and rest first. You must be tired after all that trouble last night. Starting tomorrow, come to the mortuary for an hour every night before the night watchman's rounds. I will teach you the orthodox Taoist methods of the Maoshan School."