So what! Are you going to kill me?

System: [Host, don't worry. The human body is indeed unable to resist the blood pollution of the fallen species. However, as long as you concentrate on practicing until you successfully build your foundation, your spiritual consciousness will double and your life span will reach more than 200 years. You will not be easily eroded and will naturally not fall at will.]

[Due to an emergency, the sect's big move has been delayed to three days later. Host, remember to participate. ]

Jin Cancan asked suspiciously, "How long does it usually take to build a foundation?"

System: [Most people can only build a foundation after thirty, but geniuses only need a hundred days.]

The mature system has learned to quickly complete the second half of the sentence before being scolded by the host: [With an omnipotent system like me, the host will definitely be able to build a foundation before falling. As the wealth value level increases, the system store will gradually be unlocked, and the props inside can help you easily improve your cultivation. ]

Jin Cancan nodded: "What kind of spiritual root am I?"

System answer: [After testing, the host's current body has five spiritual roots, which are commonly known as mixed spiritual roots. ]

Jin Cancan: "I understand. Although they are just despicable mixed spiritual roots at first glance, after you and I have worked together in the later stages, every seemingly useless spiritual root is the coolest. This will become my golden finger to slap others in the face unexpectedly!"

System: [No, it is a literal mixed spiritual root. Also, you'd better forget all those pirated novels you stayed up late to read. Not only will there be pornographic ads on the web, but it will also have a wrong impact on your cognition.]

Jin Cancan: "What if I say I went there just for the pornographic ads? Who can resist tasting some pornographic ads in between hearty reading? Life is so short, and nothing that isn't pornographic deserves to waste my time."

【Host, you...】

Apart from traveling with Fuyao to Tingxue Valley, Jin Cancan had no memory of this body, nor any relevant information about this world of cultivation in her mind. The system gave her a general introduction to the basic knowledge about spiritual roots.

[The fundamental reason why the five spiritual roots have always been called the worst qualifications is that when a cultivator practices, he needs to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to infuse the spiritual roots in his body. The more complex the spiritual roots are, the more spiritual energy is required, and the difficulty of practicing will naturally double.]

[Secondly, spiritual roots are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, and it is very likely that they will use the human body as a battlefield. Not only will they not be able to provide you with any help, but they may even endanger your foundation and hinder your cultivation.]

[Unless you can achieve a true balance of the five elements, the speed of cultivation will not be affected... Don't look at me like that. To achieve a perfect balance of the five elements, the resources consumed are huge, and this system cannot afford it.]

To sum up, those with a single spiritual root have the best qualifications, followed by those with two spiritual roots, and those with three spiritual roots have almost no chance of entering the major immortal gates. As for those with four or five spiritual roots, they can build a foundation if they are lucky, but those with less spiritual roots will only stop at the Qi Refining stage for their entire lives.

Jin Cancan nodded to show that she understood, but she was not disappointed because of her mixed spiritual roots.

Challenging difficulties has always been the joy of her life. When life slaps her in the face, she feels secretly happy. When the world kisses her painfully, she sticks out her tongue.

After thinking for a moment, Jin Cancan walked towards the stall area, which was the gathering place of all the major sects.

With her qualifications, it might be difficult for her to enter a powerful sect, so she planned to collect some information and try her luck.

According to the information provided by the system, we can learn that the cultivation world organizes regular competitions between sects every year. The top ten sects in terms of total points will compete with each other, and the winner will become the organizer of the sect's big move in the following year.

The sect that becomes the organizer has an absolute home advantage and can extend an olive branch to people with potential at the first opportunity, absorb high-quality fresh blood, and then lay a good foundation for the next competition, thus forming a virtuous circle.

But this year is an exception. The Tianping Sword Sect, which won first place, was too poor to host the event, so it transferred the authority to Dingxue Valley in exchange for the best location in their venue, achieving a win-win situation.

The stalls had already been set up in the spacious stall area, with the flags of the major sects hanging high, fluttering in the wind. The stalls were filled with magic weapons and weapons that flashed with strange light, precious pets of various shapes, precious elixirs with various functions, and mysterious skills and secret manuals.

The atmosphere was very lively. Young warriors who were curious about the major sects were listening to the disciples of each sect telling the glorious deeds of their own sects. When it came to the key points, from time to time, some masters of the sects could be seen flying in the air with swords, demonstrating their own sect's exquisite swordsmanship on the spot...

To put it bluntly, the things on these stalls are both expensive and useless for novices who have just embarked on the path of cultivation. It is the same as a new account that has just registered a game and obtained top-level equipment but cannot wear it because of insufficient level. These dazzling treasures are just a way for these sects to secretly display their strength.

That's why a horribly shabby stall in the best location stands out.

A simple and unpretentious dining table was the core of the Tianping Sword Sect's booth. The promotional banner was a symbolic drawing of a few stickmen. A Tianping Sect disciple, whose face and body were wrapped tightly, was stealthily placing things on the dining table.

"Haha, which sect is this disciple from?" Pei Yao crossed his arms and sneered, "Isn't this the Tianping Sword Sect that won first place? Why is he behaving so shamefully?"

Yu Mianren, who was following behind Pei Yao, glanced at the things on the table and showed disdain on his face: "It seems that you also know that these junks are not presentable. Are you really here to make money?"

On the dining table were various simple storage rings and entry-level books, which were not at the same level as the things sold by other sects.

"How dare you, a defeated general, complain like that?" The masked boy's face was a little hot, but his tone was not at all inferior: "If you don't want to buy anything, don't stand here, get out of here."

Pei Yao's expression changed: "Lin Yanqiu?! You are a direct disciple of the inner sect, and you came out to set up a stall yourself?!"

"Is it really Lin Yanqiu?" Yu Mianren was like a badger in a melon field, scratching his ears and cheeks trying to see the other person's face clearly.

"Keep your voice down!" Lin Yanqiu covered his mask and added with gritted teeth, "Also, I'm not Lin Yanqiu. I don't have his peerless handsome face. If I were half as charming and suave as him, I'd wake up laughing in my dreams."

Pei Yao was so happy that he could hardly hold back his applause. "I am dying of laughter. Your Tian Ping Sword Sect is so poor that it is beyond my imagination. How could you, Lin Yanqiu, end up like this!"

"I'm in a good mood today. As long as you shout: Lin Yanqiu's swordsmanship is not as good as Pei Yao's, I will buy all your junk. How about it?"