Mysterious mirror hanging high

Xiaoyao League? What the hell is that?

Jing Yu was a little confused at this time. It seemed that this nephew-in-law in front of him was out on business and came to see him by the way?

Before Jing Yu could ask, Mu Shan had already stepped on the flying sword and ascended into the air again: "Uncle, please wait here. I will bring those two spiritual roots here and explain the key points to you."

After saying that, Mu Shan was once again wrapped in a red flame and escaped from the palace in an instant.

About half an hour later, a small spiritual boat that looked no different from an ordinary wooden boat slowly flew back with Mu Shan and two others on board. Mu Shan grabbed the two men's shoulders and jumped off the spiritual boat.

Jing Yu took a look and saw that one of the two people captured by Mu Shan was a little beggar who was only seven or eight years old. He was dirty and wore a linen dress full of patches. His small eyes were darting around, and from time to time he glanced at Jing Yu and others who were wearing python robes.

The other person was a frail scholar who looked to be in his early twenties. He was dressed much more respectably than the little beggar. The scholar seemed to have guessed who was in front of him. He looked terrified and didn't even dare to raise his head.

"That's all." Mu Shan breathed a sigh of relief. "Uncle, I'll tell you the details now."

"Master Mu, I have sent people to prepare some wine and food in the Yonghe Palace. You may move in and sit down before we talk." Zhao Chenglu, who is now the emperor of Zhao, said cautiously.

In terms of relationship, Zhao Chenglu could actually call Mu Shan his cousin-in-law, but as a mortal who suddenly met an immortal cultivator, he naturally did not dare to overstep his bounds and only addressed him as "Master Mu".

"Okay, uncle, two fellow Taoists, please come in." Mu Shan did not refuse, but nodded as a matter of course.

Returning to the Hall of Supreme Harmony for the banquet, Jing Yu felt very emotional.

He still remembered the blood-red light that flew out from the sky at Zhao Sheng’s birthday banquet thirty-one years ago.

The hole in the roof of the hall has been repaired long ago, but since then, neither Zhao Sheng nor Zhao Mingcheng have used the Hall of Supreme Harmony to hold any large-scale banquets.

Thirty years ago, Jing Yu was just an unappreciated prince, and his seat was the worst among the royal heirs. But now he is considered the host of Zhao State. At the strong request of the new emperor Zhao Chenglu, he sat on the main seat, and Mu Shan and the other two spiritual roots who had just been captured were arranged in the VIP seats.

Dishes, culinary masterpieces crafted from top-tier ingredients, were served one after another, but Mu Shan barely touched his chopsticks, only symbolically eating a few fruits. While Mu Shan didn't want to eat, the young scholar seemed more afraid to eat. He sat there extremely stiffly, his mouth tightly shut as he chewed, afraid to make any noise.

The little beggar, who was about seven or eight years old, ate voraciously without any image and was obviously very hungry.

When talking about the messy birthday banquet thirty years ago, Mu Shan suddenly realized something: "So, my uncle's [Earth Rock Body] was left by the blood-robed monk at that time?"

"That's not the case. I had already obtained this body-refining manual several years ago." Jing Yu sighed half-truthfully, "It's a pity that when I first obtained this secret manual, I thought it was the secret technique of the immortal court. But after practicing it, apart from strengthening my body, it didn't have any other magical effects. I wasted my time until I was over forty years old, and I only managed to practice this [Earth Rock Body] to the fourth level..."

"Body training is only an auxiliary method on the path to immortality, and it is indeed not a fundamental method. If you want to pursue the path of immortality and prolong your life, you must also draw Qi into your body and follow the path of Qi training to build your foundation." Mu Shan said, "However, my uncle's body training skills are already comparable to those of a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi training. This combat power far exceeds that of cultivators who have just entered the immortal path, which is a great advantage."

Mu Shan said with regret, "It's a pity that my uncle entered the immortal path at the age of forty-five. It's a bit late after all."

"Although Qigong practitioners can generally live to a hundred years old as long as they maintain proper health, the chances of establishing a foundation decrease significantly after the age of eighty. Cultivating from the first to the ninth level of Qigong in thirty-five years is quite challenging."

Jing Yu replied with a smile: "I am already very satisfied that I can enter the immortal path in this life. I dare not even dream of building a foundation."

"Oh, I forgot to test your spiritual roots."

Mu Shan slapped his head, flipped his hand, picked up the hexagonal magic plate and threw it out. It turned out that the hexagonal magic plate was made up of several layers of components stacked together like a thousand-layer cake. Three thin hexagonal magic plates were separated and fell on the seats of Jing Yu, the scholar, and the little beggar respectively.

The scholar looked hesitant and asked, "Master Mu, how do you use this thing? I've read some fairy tales before, but they require a drop of blood."

Mu Shan stroked his beard and smiled, "Dripping blood is a thing of the past, it's a hundred years ago. Now all you need to do is calm your mind and press the plate."

The scholar placed his hand on the magic plate first. After a while, the magic plate lit up with a faint green light. Mu Shan looked at it and nodded: "It is a wood spiritual root, but the aptitude is average, and there is no spiritual root abnormality."

Seeing this, the little beggar followed suit and placed his greasy little hand on the plate.

A slightly bright red light flashed, and a flickering flame appeared on the magic plate.

"Spiritual root with a strange appearance!" Mu Shan was overjoyed: "Yes! A fire spiritual root with a strange appearance!"

A strange look flashed in Jing Yu's eyes, and he suddenly became hesitant.

But at this moment, almost all eyes in the hall were focused on him, and he had no choice but to press his hand down.

In an instant, the hexagonal magic disk in front of Jing Yu emitted a circle of water-blue light. The light lingered in the air and eventually condensed into a round and flawless water droplet.

"Another spiritual root phenomenon!" Mu Shan was pleasantly surprised. Then he thought of something and couldn't help but beat his chest and stamp his feet: "Alas, uncle, if you were younger, it would be better. If you could draw Qi into your body since childhood, your spiritual root talent would be highly sought after among the immortal sects!"

Jing Yu looked at the strange phenomenon of the water droplet suspended in the air, almost unable to believe it: "Fellow Daoist Mu, is your magic disk accurate?"

"Of course it's accurate!" Mu Shan was stunned, unsure of the underlying meaning of Jing Yu's words. "This is a standard disc specially designed for testing spiritual roots in the current world of immortal cultivation. It has never failed."

"This……"

Jing Yu was speechless.

He was almost ready for the magic disk to shine brightly, and to fly out a water-type monster or even a divine beast with top-level spiritual roots. It was possible that this would alarm the Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation monsters in this world and make them pay attention. Even if Mu Shan saw such a phenomenon, given the complexity of human nature, Jing Yu couldn't imagine what he would do.

Originally, Jing Yu had already been preparing for a formidable enemy, just waiting for the terrifying vision to appear so that he could escape.

But after all this fuss, how come it’s just the most ordinary water drop phenomenon?