When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

"You like me?"

Chu Xianlan paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

Xue Ling nodded, staring intently at the boy's handsome features, then pointed her little finger in Hua Ling's direction, "She... too."

"Hey, if you like it, just like it, don't talk nonsense and drag other people into it!" Hua Ling immediately jumped up.

She verbally objected, but her expression suggested she had been caught red-handed, and she seemed a little anxious.

The spirit of heaven and earth is pure of heart. Chu Xianlan knew that this liking was not the same as that liking. Even so, he was still confused. Just as he was about to ask Xiao Xue Ling for the reason, he suddenly felt a warmth in his dantian.

Light blue spiritual energy emerged from Xue Ling's hand and merged into Chu Xianlan's body without any hindrance.

This was an experience unlike anything Chu Xianlan had ever had before, and she was momentarily stunned, instinctively raising her hand.

A clear ball of water slowly condensed in his palm.

"This is……"

Water-based spiritual power!?

This is clearly something only a water-elemental cultivator could do. I am a single-elemental metal-elemental cultivator, how could I possibly control spiritual power of other attributes?

Chu Xianlan was extremely surprised, completely unable to understand what the spirit of heaven and earth had done to make such an illogical thing happen.

"How did you do that?" Yi Chen asked Xue Ling.

Xue Ling seemed a little afraid of him, shrinking behind Chu Xianlan and whispering, "I... I didn't mean any harm, I just lent him the spiritual energy of heaven and earth... because... his body can temporarily hold my power."

This is simply unheard of.

In the world of cultivation, the attribute of one's spiritual root determines the fundamental direction of a cultivator's cultivation.

Aside from those with multiple spiritual roots who can simultaneously cultivate techniques of the corresponding attributes, it is virtually impossible for a single-spiritual-root cultivator to easily control other spiritual energies.

For example, everyone can learn the basics of healing techniques, but only cultivators specializing in wood or water elements can achieve truly remarkable healing effects.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Chu Xianlan, and she immediately removed the arm bindings.

Amidst the intertwining of golden threads, a long, azure sword materialized in his palm—it was Ji Cheng'an's Azure Water Sword.

During their earlier sparring match on the arena, he used his golden spirit to conjure the shape of this sword, without infusing it with any real water-based spiritual power.

But at this moment, the replica "Azure Water Sword" was activated.

As spiritual energy was infused, water ripples flowed across the sword's body, and the blade emitted a blue spiritual light.

Chu Xianlan felt a strange excitement rising in his heart. He pointed his sword diagonally and swung it with all his might towards the open space in the distance.

The sword light surged and roared like a flowing spring, and a shimmering curtain of water broke through the air under the blazing sun.

This is genuine water-based sword energy!

Chu Xianlan said blankly, "Master, it seems that I can really use this spiritual power."

As soon as he finished speaking, another completely different stream of plant and tree spiritual energy surged into his dantian.

In the next instant, Chu Xianlan's vision suddenly brightened, and his perception of the surrounding environment extended infinitely. The veins and tremors of every spiritual plant around his spiritual platform were clearly presented in his perception.

Although I could vaguely sense the spiritual energy of plants and trees during my previous cultivation, it had never been as concrete as it is now.

Water, wood, metal.

These two spiritual energies, which should have been completely unrelated to him, coexisted harmoniously with the metal spiritual root within his body, flowing freely.

"You can do that too?" Chu Xianlan turned to look at Hua Ling.

Hua Ling cleared her throat, feigning composure as she scratched her chin, "I just... took pity on you and lent you my spiritual power to play around with, haha, it's no big deal."

In fact, ever since she first saw the boy, Hua Ling had vaguely sensed a very comfortable and approachable aura about him, but she never understood why, which is why she kept pestering Chu Xianlan and acting silly.

Now that Xue Ling has seen through it all, they belatedly realize what's going on.

But she wouldn't honestly admit it, otherwise she'd seem less perceptive than Xue Ling!

"How did you manage that?" Chu Xianlan looked at the two little ones with a puzzled expression. "Can the power of the spirits of heaven and earth be lent to others like this?"

Xue Ling shook her head. "He...can't."

"He" refers to Yi Chen.

"No one else can do it either. I've seen so many cultivators in Youxin Valley, and none of them have ever had this feeling," Hua Ling said.

After thinking for a moment, Yi Chen led Chu Xianlan to the mountain where Master Zhiyue was located.

The Master Zhiyue, who was sunbathing on the eaves, was forced to open his eyes and almost kicked the two masters and disciples with a roundhouse kick because of his morning grumpiness.

But she held back and casually placed her hand on Chu Xianlan's wrist.

"Oh dear, you've been poaching someone's spiritual root?"

Chu Xianlan: "..."

It's no wonder that Master Zhiyue's ideas were outrageous.

After all, this kind of thing can only be done by plundering other people's spiritual roots. Such methods are insidious and cruel, and are not tolerated by the righteous path of the immortal sects.

Sadly, such heinous acts often fall upon children. Young children with nascent spiritual roots have little ability to resist and are easily targeted by evil cultivators. When Chu Xianlan went down the mountain to train in the past, she had heard of such tragedies that had occurred in remote villages.

Yi Chen said, "It was borrowed from the spirit of heaven and earth."

Master Zhiyue tapped the table, glanced at the two little spirits sitting on the table eating snacks, and looked somewhat puzzled.

"Borrow? Spiritual roots can't be borrowed and borrowed. They're not like radishes that you can just pull out or stick in whenever you want."

What a mysterious metaphor.

Chu Xianlan remained silent. Even a radish shouldn't be pulled out or planted at will.

Master Zhiyue was initially skeptical, but the facts before him proved it to be true. After Hua Ling and Xue Ling attempted to withdraw their respective spiritual power, the excess water and wood attribute spiritual power within Chu Xianlan's body also subsided.

"How strange," Master Zhiyue clicked his tongue in amazement.

"I remember that Xiao Xianlan's spiritual root was born with some defects, right?" She pondered for a moment and brought up another matter.

Chu Xianlan's eyes darkened, and she lowered her gaze, replying, "Yes, Grandmaster."

It's okay if you don't think about this normally, but once you do, it's hard not to feel a little disappointed.

In fact, which weapon cultivator wouldn't want to have their own natal weapon? If one could forge a natal sword that suits them personally, what a sense of accomplishment that would be!

Yi Chen's gaze swept over the boy's lowered eyelashes, noticing the momentary sadness in the other's mood. He gently placed one hand on the disciple's shoulder and back, smoothing it down the spine.

Chu Xianlan's shoulders twitched, and she looked up in surprise.

"Hey, I'm still doing a serious analysis. Can't the affection between master and disciple be shown in different situations?" Master Zhiyue felt inexplicably blinded by the affection. She glanced at her disciple. Did she also need to pat Yichen's back to fit into this family?

Forget it, that would probably break up this family.

"Cough!" Chu Xianlan nearly choked to death, her faint sadness completely extinguished. "Speaking of which, Grandmaster, why did you suddenly bring this up?"

Master Zhiyue: "I suspect that this is not actually a deficiency in spiritual roots, but rather some kind of special constitution."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xianlan's breathing quickened slightly.

"Special constitutions in this world are incredibly diverse, and most are unique cases," Master Zhiyue said slowly. "The spirits of heaven and earth only wish to be close to those with pure hearts. Perhaps their willingness to lend you their power is because your constitution naturally attracts the spirits of heaven and earth?"

Having lived for so many years, Master Zhiyue has seen quite a few strange and unusual cultivators with special physiques.

Being immune to all poisons, communicating with monsters, or having a photographic memory are all blessings bestowed by heaven, things that are rare and hard to come by.

Of course, the Heavenly Lord isn't so kind; he doesn't only bestow blessings, but also occasionally brings misfortune.

For example, she once met a cultivator who had a natural affinity for insects. Wherever he went, insects followed him. Helpless, he simply raised a bunch of spirit insects and switched from sword cultivation to insect tamer.

"Heaven may open a window for you, but it might just nail the door shut, which is why you can't use any weapons," Master Zhiyue said, spreading his hands. "But for now, your constitution is more of a blessing than a curse. You can enjoy the cultivation speed of a single spiritual root while also utilizing the spiritual power variations of multiple spiritual roots. This is a wonderful thing that many cultivators would never dream of."

Chu Xianlan was stunned for a long time before she could truly process this information.

It's not that he lacks talent, it's just that his cultivation path is different?

Immediately, Chu Xianlan's eyes cleared up considerably. Just as she was about to say something, Master Zhiyue spoke up again.

"But don't be too happy yet. I've never seen anything like this before. What happens next depends on your own fate. These two spiritual energies came suddenly. If anyone asks about them later, you'll understand one thing well—"

Master Zhiyue rolled his eyes and beckoned to his little grand-disciple.

Chu Xianlan listened attentively.

"If he doesn't ask, and you don't tell, then when he does ask, you'll be surprised: How could this be! It's amazing!"