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The male cultivator in green robes, named Bai Luoqing, and his junior sister Yun Ziling, traveled across mountains and rivers in search of a superior spiritual root.

But no one expected that the frail, centenarian in front of them was actually a supreme spiritual root that had disappeared in ancient times!

The spiritual roots of heaven and earth are divided into: pseudo spiritual roots, low-grade spiritual roots, mid-grade spiritual roots, high-grade spiritual roots, earth spiritual roots, and heaven spiritual roots.

The supreme spiritual root exists only in ancient legends.

It can control all the laws of heaven and earth and is compatible with all spiritual root attributes, making it the greatest immortal talent throughout the ages.

After the ecstasy.

A faint light flashed between Yun Ziling's brows. Ignoring the residual pressure of the Great Dao, she forcefully probed Ling Xiu's condition. In just an instant, her beautiful face was completely filled with sorrow.

"Unfortunately...it's too late..."

"The meridians are hardened, blocked, and atrophied. The sea of ​​consciousness is covered by the turbidity of the mortal world for a hundred years. The vitality of the spirit and soul is declining, and the vitality of the five internal organs is exhausted."

The cold, hard results of the investigation shattered all illusions.

Bai Luoqing looked up and sighed, then slammed his fist into the thick elm trunk beside him. The trunk instantly shattered like spiderwebs, and wood chips flew everywhere.

"Fate is cruel! It was a full eighty years too late!"

"If this person awakens his spiritual root at the age of twenty, our Qingyun Sect can dedicate all its resources to nurturing him into a pillar of the sect. Within a thousand years, a powerful expert at the Spirit Sea Realm will surely emerge, deterring all surrounding immortal forces!"

"But now that he is a hundred years old, his body is completely decaying. Even if he forcibly draws qi into his body, the spiritual energy will be depleted in an instant, and he will perish in less than three months."

Yun Ziling looked helpless.

Simply put, he possesses the greatest talent in all time, but lacks the physical body to bear it.

Even with a supreme spiritual root defying the heavens, one cannot reverse the natural decay of a mortal's body over a hundred years, a rule governed by the laws of nature.

Upon hearing their conversation, Su Nuonuo's eyes instantly reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She knew perfectly well that this was Grandpa Ling's only chance to live.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Nuonuo slammed her knees heavily into the hard soil, her forehead pressed against the ground, and kowtowed deeply to the two immortals, her voice choked with sobs as she pleaded.

"Two immortal masters, please take Grandpa Ling back to the Qingyun Sect with you."

"Nuonuo is willing to give up her status as an inner disciple and work as a servant in the sect for the rest of her life, doing laundry, chopping wood, and cleaning the alchemy room. She works hard without complaint, asking for no cultivation resources, only asking the immortal master to give Grandpa Ling a chance to live."

His small body knelt on the ground, his back straight, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Bai Luoqing looked conflicted and turned to look at her junior sister, Yun Ziling.

Such supreme spiritual roots are extremely rare, and to discard them would be a terrible waste.

Moreover, this goes against the common sense of the immortal path, and if the sect's higher-ups find out in the future, the two will surely be punished.

Forcibly bringing them back would consume sect resources and yield no benefit, making it a completely futile effort.

After a long while, Yun Ziling withdrew her gaze and slowly spoke.

"This opportunity should not be missed. We should bring him back to the sect, but the sect rules cannot be broken. He is over the age limit and his vitality is exhausted, so he cannot be registered in the inner sect or the official outer sect disciple list."

You can only be registered as a lowly, unpaid guard with no salary, no guidance on cultivation techniques, and no supply of elixirs. All your cultivation will depend on your own destiny. Can you accept this?

Ling Xiu straightened his back completely, his eyes, which had weathered a century of dust, were calm and unwavering, without the slightest hesitation.

"This old man... is willing. Thank you for your kindness, fairy."

He was well aware of his situation, and even if he could only live one more day, he had to seize the glimmer of hope on the path to immortality.

With the blood feud still unresolved and his grandfather's dying wish unfulfilled, he could not simply grow old and die in obscurity.

"Nuonuo, Grandpa thanks you too!"

Ling Xiu's wrinkles smoothed out as he gently patted Nuonuo's little head.

"In that case, come back to our clan with us."

The mortal and immortal realms are separated; the journey to the sect is thousands of miles long, and seeing each other again will be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Ling Xiu felt no emotion.

As Nuonuo bid farewell to Qingzhu Village, she tearfully said goodbye to her mother, and the two of them wept uncontrollably.

As she was about to leave, Yun Ziling's gaze inadvertently fell on the dark, rough pottery gourd at Ling Xiu's waist.

Just now, when the supreme spiritual root erupted and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered, this mortal gourd was unnoticed by anyone.

It autonomously absorbed a wisp of pure Dao spiritual energy, and a barely perceptible dark pattern flashed across its surface.

The patterns vanished in an instant, so fast it was almost an illusion.

Yun Ziling examined the gourd closely. The gourd was made of ordinary earthenware, without any spiritual energy fluctuations. She immediately dismissed it as ordinary, considering it just an accidental phenomenon under the tide of spiritual energy, and did not take it to heart.

"What is this?"

"The wine gourd passed down from my ancestors has been with me my whole life."

Ling Xiu answered truthfully.

Bai Luoqing no longer hesitated. She exchanged a glance with Yun Ziling and simultaneously drew the Qingfeng Spirit Sword from her waist.

"Let's go."

The two, enveloped in spiritual energy, carried Ling Xiu and Su Nuonuo as they stepped onto the flying sword.

A spiritual light enveloped the four people's bodies, forming a protective shield against the fierce winds. The spiritual sword pierced the air and soared straight into the clouds ten thousand meters high.

The mountains and rivers beneath our feet receded rapidly, and villages, forests, and streams were reduced to tiny specks.

The fierce winds howled high above, but they could not budge the protective shield in the slightest.

After flying on a sword for two hours, the clouds parted, and the gate of the Qingyun Sect came into view.

In the distance, mountains stretch endlessly, shrouded in mist, with suspended palaces built against the mountainside, cranes circling overhead, and the glow of sunset covering the sky.

The mountain air was thick with spiritual energy, turning into mist, a stark contrast to Qingzhu Village.

"Ahead lies the outer mountain range of the Qingyun Sect."

The news of the appearance of the Supreme Spiritual Root spread like wildfire, instantly alarming all the high-ranking members of the outer sect.

The spirit sword landed in the outer gate of the Cloud Palace.

Mu Jue, the Grand Elder of the Outer Sect, a powerful expert in the late stage of the Condensation Realm, arrived in an instant.

His powerful spiritual energy swept in all directions, causing all the outer disciples to give way.

Mu Jue's gaze burned as he immediately locked onto Su Nuonuo, a pretty girl in the crowd, and burst into loud laughter.

"Hahahaha... This woman possesses immortal bones and jade marrow, with spiritual veins flowing through the heavens. She is truly a treasure bestowed by heaven, a divinely granted immortal seedling. She should extend the life of our sect by three thousand years!"

Bai Luoqing looked embarrassed, stepped forward, and bowed in reply.

"Uncle-Master, this young girl has top-grade Green Wood dual spiritual roots, while the supreme spiritual root... belongs to this old man."

"What? You mean him?"

Mu Jue's smile froze on his face instantly as he turned to look at Ling Xiu, whose clothes were tattered and who was surrounded by deathly aura.

His initial elation turned to astonishment, and he immediately activated his divine sense to investigate from all angles.

With life force exhausted, meridians hardened, and consciousness clouded, life force is on the verge of extinction.

He stood frozen in place.

"Is it truly an unparalleled supreme spiritual root? Why is the Heavenly Dao so cruel, sending someone with a supreme spiritual root to the sect only in their twilight years!"

"Such extraordinary talent, if you had entered our sect fifty years earlier, our Qingyun Sect could have devoted all its resources to nurturing you, helping you ascend to the Spirit Sea realm, and perhaps even transcend tribulation and ascend to immortality!"

"But now..."

He was heartbroken and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

"It's ruined. Even with a supreme spiritual root, with this broken body, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven to even draw in Qi. It has no value for cultivation."

The elders and deacons in the hall all fell silent, their previous elation vanished, leaving only endless regret.

Yun Ziling then asked.

"Elder, what should be done with him?"

Mu Jue pondered for a moment, then issued the order indifferently.

"It is true that it is a supreme spiritual root, but its vitality is exhausted. It is not worth wasting the sect's resources. If it is made into a menial servant, it would be a desecration of the supreme spiritual root and a disgrace to the sect."

"Send it to the abandoned treasure pavilion in the back mountain. It's quiet there and no one will bother you. Let him take on the identity of an outer disciple and be responsible for looking after and cleaning the place."

The Ruibao Pavilion is the most barren forbidden area of ​​the Qingyun Sect.

The spiritual energy concentration is only 30% of that of the outer sect, and it is cold and damp all year round, with tens of thousands of broken magic artifacts, ineffective pills, and discarded jade slips piled up.

It is a desolate place where sects exile useless people and store their garbage.

It is utterly ironic that a supreme spiritual root, unparalleled throughout the ages, is relegated to guarding a pile of discarded junk.

"Go ahead and arrange it accordingly."

Mu Jue waved his hand, showing no interest in looking at him any longer.

Nuonuo was taken by Bai Luoqing to complete the procedures for joining the inner sect. When they parted, she kept looking back with tears in her eyes.

Ling Xiu smiled and waved, indicating that she could rest assured.

Following Yun Ziling through the rugged mountain path behind the mountain, half an hour later, a two-story wooden abandoned treasure pavilion stood amidst the jumbled rocks.

Approaching the attic by a hundred meters, the dull, rough pottery gourd at his waist trembled slightly again, a subtle resonance emanating from within, seemingly echoing a discarded treasure deep within the attic.

Ling Xiu looked down at the gourd, a secret anticipation rising in his eyes for the first time.

"Could my turning point lie within this dark gourd?"