Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 65: Chapter 63: Gao Ziyue! Three Spirit Roots! A Shocking Return to the Sect, Reunion with Old Friends [Subscription Request Removed]

”Fire and Earth Dual Spirit Roots!?”

Chang’sheng stood in the long line behind the eighth testing platform, his gaze flickering as he looked at the young man in the black robe.

Becoming Elder Li Jiantang’s direct disciple—that’s basically soaring to the heavens in a single step!

The testing moved quickly.

Time flew by.

Three hours later.

”Wow! Water and Wood Dual Spirit Roots!”

”Another dual spirit root appeared!”

Just then, a commotion stirred at the front of the plaza; on the raised platform, a woman dressed in bright red flashed and appeared below the stage. In the blink of an eye, with a swirl of magical power, the red-robed woman wrapped up a slender girl in purple and brought her onto the stage.

”Huh? It’s her?”

Seeing this purple-clad girl, Chang’sheng was genuinely surprised.

This was Gao Ziyue, whom he’d met before at the Gao Family Manor.

He had helped lay her father, Gao Yang, to rest.

Chang’sheng hadn’t thought that Gao Ziyue would actually have Water and Wood Dual Spirit Roots.

”I... don’t have immortal destiny... don’t have...”

Just then, the boy in line ahead of Chang’sheng tested with no spirit root. He turned away in despair, his spirit shattered. The boys still waiting in line behind him looked on with mixed, anxious expressions.

Maybe I’ll end up just like that next?

”Wow! I have a spirit root! This is awesome!”

”I’m going to bring honor to my ancestors!”

Finally, the chubby boy ahead of Chang’sheng was found to have three spirit roots—Gold, Wood, and Water. He jumped up with excitement, grabbing onto Chang’sheng, spittle flying, absolutely over the moon.

”Hey... hey... easy there, chubby. Calm down! Go on to the back hall!”

Chang’sheng grinned wryly, peeling the chubby kid off him. He walked up for his turn at the test, feeling just as anxious. Besides the Gold and Fire Spirit Roots, did he have any others?

This chubby kid, from a wealthy family in Yu City, was called Jin Buhuan.

Chang’sheng stepped up, placed his right hand on the stone platform, and instantly, a three-colored pillar of light shot up from it!

”Fire, Gold, and Wood—Three Spirit Roots?”

Looking at his own spirit roots, Chang’sheng took a deep breath and relaxed. Three spirit roots—not great, but not bad either—considered pretty average.

Now that he knew his spirit roots, at least he had direction.

Later on,

He could pick up a Wood Attribute Technique. With the Great Dao Simplification Panel, he didn’t need to worry about biting off more than he could chew.

”Head to the rear hall and wait.”

The senior in charge of testing had just measured two three-spirit roots in a row, clearly satisfied and looking friendly.

”Yes, sir!”

Chang’sheng cupped his fists, turned, and headed toward the rear hall.

Arriving at the back hall, Chang’sheng saw two fair-skinned, beautiful senior sisters specially assigned to record the new disciples’ backgrounds and current cultivation level.

The boys and girls whose information had already been taken were sitting off to the side, about fifty or sixty in total.

”Brother Lin!”

Just then, a tall, stunning girl in purple walked over with a sweet, playful call.

”Miss Gao! Who would’ve thought, we both joined the Liuyun Immortal Sect!”

Smiling at the approaching girl whose face bloomed like a flower, Chang’sheng nodded.

”Yeah—now we can look out for each other!”

Gao Ziyue smiled sweetly at Chang’sheng, gratitude shining in her beautiful eyes—genuinely warm.

She still remembered the kindness of Brother Lin, who’d helped bury her father with dignity.

”Mm!”

Chang’sheng nodded in response.

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The Liuyun Immortal Sect’s disciple recruitment lasted ten days, drawing to a close. In all, nearly a thousand spirit-rooted disciples were taken in; among them, only three had dual spirit roots: Zhuge Buping, Gao Ziyue, and Ling Caiyin.

There was one Anomalous Thunder Spirit Root—named Zhao Fuhu.

The rest all had three-element, four-element, or even five-element mixed spirit roots.

The Great Yu realm was vast, with close to 200 million people; that meant, on average, you’d only find one spirit root for every 200,000 people.

And that was with Liuyun Immortal Sect dropping the age limit—if not, that ratio would’ve been even worse.

”Damn it!”

”That host body Chang’sheng actually got into Liuyun Immortal Sect!”

About five miles from the plaza, Qi Hui glared into the distance with hatred in his eyes. He’d searched Jinyong City in vain for the host body, and when he finally tracked him down, the guy had shown up at the Liuyun Immortal Sect’s recruitment and was already one of their disciples.

With Golden Core Elders from Liuyun Immortal Sect present, there was no way he’d dare make a move now.

”Chang’sheng! One day, I’ll extract your soul and refine it!”

”For now, I guess I’ll have to find another Soul Seed!”

Qi Hui glared at the great hall behind the high platform, his face dark, then stormed off, frustrated.

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”Everyone, the Liuyun Immortal Sect’s disciple recruitment is now finished!”

”The next recruitment will be in ten years!”

”Since there are so many of you, we’ll split up and board separate boats!”

”All disciples with spirit roots who’ve been selected—board the spiritual boats and return to the Immortal Sect!”

On the plaza where disciples were recruited—

Elder Li Jiantang stood in the air, his voice booming like thunder as he spoke, rumbling all around.

A flying boat over fifty yards long hovered above the plaza as the lucky boys and girls began boarding one after another.

At the same time,

Of the more than ten Foundation Establishment Stage uncles present, five took out their flying boats to transport the new disciples. These boats, piloted by the Foundation Establishment uncles, were a little smaller than the one the Golden Core Elder had—each carrying only sixty or seventy people.

Chang’sheng, with the little fox strapped to his back, followed the crowd of youths onto a flying boat. He noticed Zhu Zhishan had also been taken into the sect and was getting on one of the uncles’ boats.

The boat Chang’sheng boarded was piloted by a Foundation Establishment uncle named Lu Chen, with another uncle surnamed Li on board as well.

Uncle Lu Chen was in his forties, with neatly trimmed facial hair, medium build, and a rugged look. Seeing the disciples all seated, he reminded them, ”Everyone, buckle up, we’re setting off!”