So what! Are you going to kill me?

"Don't be nervous, you are definitely different from him." Zeng Jiao gently pushed Jin Cancan and motioned her to put her hand on the stone pillar.

As a leader who has completed the ten thousand level heavenly stage, she should at least have dual spiritual roots.

Jin Cancanmo is of course different. She has mixed spiritual roots and is not as good as the one with three spiritual roots.

Although I have an idea in mind, I still have to go through the process.

He put his five golden fingers together and placed his palm on the totem.

The stone pillars carved with mysterious patterns glowed brightly, and energy flowed rapidly in the cracks of the giant bluestone bricks. The light spread out in all directions like a spider web, with the stone pillars as the center. The ancient and heavy power of antiquity enveloped the venue. The spirit ball on the top seemed to sense something, and there seemed to be clouds and mist inside. The mysterious runes flowed restlessly everywhere, but they were unable to break free.

Such a strange scene appeared differently to other people. The dim spiritual power ball was lifeless, without even a hint of brilliance.

The results of the test disappointed the elders. It was obvious that this girl was of the lowest grade of mixed spiritual roots.

The elders, who were originally on edge, relaxed their backs and leaned back in their seats in disappointment.

There have been precedents like this. People who have surpassed the ten thousand level heavenly rank have more than enough talent but lack the character, so it is difficult for them to achieve great things. However... at worst they have dual spiritual roots, and there has never been mixed spiritual roots.

Could it be that the thin spiritual energy has led to a decline in talent and the Heavenly Stage has relaxed its standards?

Soon they rejected such an idea. Every sect's spiritual testers had been nurtured by the way of heaven and would develop intelligence in just a hundred years. There was absolutely no possibility of favoritism.

What's more, there are several good seedlings with top-grade single spiritual roots who have stopped at the 9,000th level. How could Jin Cancan be recognized by the heavenly level?

Zeng Jiao was stunned on the spot, how could this be the result?

The attitude of the disciple who was testing Jin Cancan's spiritual roots suddenly turned cold: "Go all the way down from the small path on the side of the mountain to the end of the Hanging Ice Bridge. There will be ordinary sects recruiting disciples for menial tasks."

He was brief and to the point, saying that no one in the big sects here thought highly of her and asked her to find another job.

Zeng Jiao also pursed her lips and turned her head away in embarrassment.

Jin Cancan didn't care and walked in the direction the other party pointed.

To her, it didn't matter where she practiced, but she always liked only the best things. Since the best sect didn't accept her, she would find a way to make the sect that accepted her the best.

As a human being, you need to learn to adapt.

"Is this the person you are optimistic about?" Yan Qiyun sat on the highest branch of the cedar with a cold tone.

Lin Yanqiu was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Jin Cancan to have mixed spiritual roots. "How can we be like those old stubborn people? It doesn't matter if the spiritual roots are poor, as long as we are good people."

"As long as he's a good person, that's enough?" Yan Qiyun was wearing a wide robe with only a crimson belt around his waist, which made his slender waistline very distinct. He leaned against the tree trunk and poured wine into his mouth: "This standard is only applicable to finding a Taoist partner."

"Junior brother's medicine all depends on her, I don't want to owe her a favor." Lin Yanqiu clutched the lost and recovered Shuofeng sword and rarely went against Yan Qiyun's wishes.

Yan Qiyun wiped the wine stains from his lips and said, "Elder, you figure it out yourself."

The branches swayed slightly, the figure disappeared, and only the scent of cedar remained.

Jin Cancan at the other end has arrived at the hanging ice bridge. The bridge is crystal clear and exudes a biting cold. It connects two steep peaks across the sky. If a timid person stands on the transparent bridge and looks down, his legs will probably go weak immediately.

At this time, several people were blocking the bridge entrance and checking items. Their methods were quite rude and disrespectful, causing complaints from everyone.

"These are our personal belongings, why should we be inspected?"

"I heard that a big shot lost something."

"Are you treating us like thieves? That's totally unreasonable!"

"What can we do? Those who want to cross this suspended ice bridge are all screened out. Most of them are people with no strength and no background. How can their arms be stronger than their thighs?"

"If you still want to find a sect to develop in, you can only bear this humiliation. If you can stand on your own, why should you endure this humiliation? Alas."

After listening to the general idea, Jin Cancan knew most of the ins and outs of the matter and thought it might have something to do with Tang Xizhou.

The man with the sword slung across his waist threw the bag in his hand, and the things inside scattered all over the floor. He waved his hand irritably: "Next!"

Anyone who can break through the defense and steal that thing must not be an ordinary person. What's the point of asking them to search for some trash here?

That guy relied on his talking mouth to get some face in front of the young master, and then he used chicken feathers as a token to ask us brothers to do this job. The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

The man whose bag was thrown away dared not say anything. He lowered his head to pick up the things. Jin Cancan, who was standing behind him, obediently stepped forward with the bag in his arms.

"Brother, the things inside are fragile, please handle them with care." Jin Cancan showed her signature smile, and her two cute dimples made her look very harmless.

Cao Heng hated weak women the most. The scar across his face was wrinkled because of his frown. He snatched the golden bundle and said angrily, "I won't fall for it."

He roughly untied the tightly tied rope: "You are suspicious. What did you put so tightly - shit, yue - there is an unknown weapon!"

Jin Cancan smiled shyly: "Snail noodles, I didn't finish them this morning. The weather was a bit hot, maybe I was too stuffy."

Cao Heng almost threw the bag away. He stretched out his arms in disgust, pinched his nose and flipped through it randomly: "Get out of here."

Jin Cancan was the only one whose bag was not thrown at her. She reached out to take it, but her hand slipped and she only grabbed the outer layer of cloth. The pots, pans, soy milk and fried dough sticks inside tilted out, and the snail noodles that had not been finished were accurately turned upside down on Cao Heng's boots.

The foul-smelling soup splashed all over his trouser pockets, and he let out a sharp explosion in despair: "Ah!!! My newly bought trousers - fuck! These are pure cotton, damn, you did it on purpose?!"

"I'm sorry, brother. I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was pure cotton."

Jin Cancan was frantically trying to wipe Cao Heng's shoes with the cloth in her hand. She stood up suddenly and bumped into his jawbone. Cao Heng was caught off guard and bit his tongue hard. He was so angry that sweat broke out on his forehead. Just as he was about to grab Jin Cancan and beat her up, she pressed the flower cloth covered with snail noodle soup on his face and said, "You are sweating so much, brother. Let me wipe it for you."

Cao Heng's breathing was already rapid due to his huge emotional ups and downs. He took a deep sip of the concentrated and smelly snail noodle soup, and his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground on the spot.

The people watching behind applauded, and Cao Heng's men could see that Jin Cancan did it on purpose, so they drew their swords with cold faces, ready to teach this woman a lesson.