Mysterious mirror hanging high

On the second day, Jing Yu got up early and took Zhao Mingyu and the siblings Zhao Yuanchen and Zhao Yuanxi to a designated place to test their spiritual roots.

Perhaps because it was still early, there were not many people on the street, but one could still see a few foreign cultivators whose attire was very different from the style of the Wushan market. Judging from their spiritual pressure, they were almost all cultivators in the middle or late stages of Qi training.

"It seems like this large-scale auction in Wushan Market is quite big. There are still more than ten days before the auction, and so many foreign cultivators have already arrived in the market." Jing Yu, holding a child in one hand, said with a sigh, "This is much bigger than the one ten years ago."

Zhao Mingyu didn't seem to have gotten enough rest last night. His cloudy eyes were now bloodshot. Hearing this, he whispered, "It's said that several Foundation Establishment Masters from Wushan Market are working together to run this. This large-scale auction features many rare items, which were personally transported here by Xiaoyao Immortal City to boost the reputation of Wushan Market."

"The number of monks enrolled in Wushan Market is about to break through the 3,000 mark. Looking at the current situation, I'm afraid the several owners still want to use this auction to promote their reputation and recruit new talents!"

Zhao Mingyu explained, "Wushan Market is actually in a good location. It's backed by the Wushan Mountains, a treasure trove. The wild lands within are teeming with monsters and spiritual herbs, and the resources are abundant... I think they might have the desire to build a Wushan Immortal City."

"That's still too early." Jing Yu shook his head and laughed, "The Xiaoyao Alliance has written it down in black and white that only large markets with more than 10,000 registered cultivators are eligible to build a city. Right now, there are less than 3,000 people, which is far from enough."

"This matter has been planned for a hundred years, but we are just starting to lay out the plan now."

Zhao Mingyu said calmly, "Among the several chief and deputy masters, apart from Taoist Cangsong who is over two hundred years old and only has a few decades left to live, which of the other seniors who have established their foundation is not in their prime? The chief master Yuwen Xiaojin, who is in the middle stage of foundation building, seems to be less than one hundred and twenty years old! If we can build Wushan Market into a newly promoted immortal city, there may be a path to the Golden Core Path in the future!"

The two arrived at the destination while chatting.

There is also a loft here, called [Chixian Pavilion], but it is close to the outer area and is adjacent to the immortal registration office where cultivators are registered as immortals. It is considered an unimportant marginal department in the market.

It stands to reason that there are many ways to test spiritual roots nowadays, and a few spells are not difficult to learn. Almost every cultivator can do a few tricks. There is no need to go to the designated institution in the market to do it. But just like the order to go out to find spiritual roots, several owners of the market jointly issued a decree issued by the Xiaoyao Alliance, requiring that no matter whether they are cultivators or ordinary people in the market, the spiritual roots of their children in the family shall not be tested privately. Violators will be punished severely, and even cultivators are not spared.

In addition, if you go to the [Chixian Pavilion] to test your spiritual roots, as long as the test is successful, you will be given a subsidy of three spirit stones. Then you can go to the next door immortal registration office to register as an immortal, and another five spirit stones will be credited to your account. As long as there is a spiritual root in your family, you will get eight spirit stones for free... This combination of kindness and force has made the residents in the market accustomed to it. When the children in the family reach the age, they will obediently send them to the [Chixian Pavilion] for testing.

After Jing Yu and Zhao Mingyu entered, they found that there were already several people taking the test in front of them and they would have to wait in line for a while.

"We woke up early on purpose, but we didn't expect someone would get up earlier than us."

Looking at the mortals in front of him who were queuing up with their children and waiting for their turns, Jing Yu felt a little emotional.

This [Chixian Pavilion] is one of the few places in Wushan Market where cultivators and mortals have equal status. There is no rule of giving priority to cultivators. Even the descendants of foundation-building cultivators have to wait in line.

However, once they leave this attic, these children who have had their spiritual roots tested will no longer be equal.

"Master, could you please test it again? Maybe my child eats too much every day, and the fat on his belly covers his spiritual roots..." A white-haired old man with a little fat boy begged the cultivator who was testing his spiritual roots at the counter.

The cultivator was a middle-aged man at the third level of Qi training. Upon hearing this, he said impatiently, "What do you think spiritual roots are? How can they be obscured by a mortal body? Go away, don't delay the next person's efforts."

"That's right, don't delay my child's spiritual root test!" The woman behind the old man also said, "Your child just doesn't have the fate of an immortal. What's the point of throwing a tantrum?"

"Is this the fate of your child?" The old man glared at the woman fiercely and reluctantly gave up his place. The monk sitting on the counter held a round plate in his hand, made a gesture, and a ray of light penetrated into the body of the child next to the woman.

After a while, there was no response.

The monk said to the woman whose face was ashen, "No spiritual roots, next one."

"Haha! You deserve to be a slave to an immortal for the rest of your life!"

The white-haired old man laughed heartily, as if he was happier that the woman's child's spiritual roots were not detected than that his own child's spiritual roots were detected.

"Damn old ghost Wu!" The woman led the child in one hand and grabbed the collar of the white-haired old man with the other. The two of them each carried a child and tore their way out of the Chixian Pavilion.

Jing Yu turned around, looked, shook his head, and sighed at the various aspects of human life.

"This fellow Taoist!"

The middle-aged cultivator saw Jing Yu and sensed his fifth-level Qi training spiritual pressure. His expression froze, and his attitude became much more respectful. "Are you here to test the spiritual roots of a younger generation in your family?"

"Well, thank you for your help, fellow Daoist." Jing Yu said with a smile.

"No trouble, please wait a moment, fellow Daoist." The middle-aged cultivator smiled and then made a spell. The disc in his hand spun around and another ray of light penetrated into Zhao Yuanchen's body.

But this light was like a drop in the ocean, with no trace left.

"Well...fellow Daoist, this boy has no spiritual roots." The middle-aged monk said cautiously.

"Oh, thank you very much, fellow Daoist."

Jing Yu sighed inwardly and handed the still somewhat confused Zhao Yuanchen to Zhao Mingyu.

"Chen'er..." Even though he was mentally prepared, a trace of disappointment flashed across Zhao Mingyu's old face. He touched Zhao Yuanchen's head and remained silent.

"Please trouble me again, fellow Daoist." Jing Yu clearly felt that Zhao Yuanxi's small body stiffened slightly, as if this little girl who was more precocious than her brother also had a lot of heavy thoughts in her heart.

The middle-aged monk nodded, and followed suit, and a ray of light penetrated into Zhao Yuanxi's body.

boom!

The disc in the middle-aged monk's hand suddenly lit up slightly, and a small ice crystal snowflake slowly condensed and formed on the disc...

"Spiritual root vision!"

Zhao Mingyu's eyes suddenly opened wide, and veins popped out on his wrinkled head. He dropped his grandson, whom he usually loved so dearly, and threw him to the ground. He suddenly stood up from his waiting seat!

"Wow!"

Zhao Yuanchen sat down on the ground and felt so much pain that he couldn't help crying.

Along with Zhao Yuanchen's heart-wrenching cries, the middle-aged monk's joyful congratulations also reached the ears of Jing Yu and others:

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist! Your daughter possesses low-grade ice spiritual roots!" This cultivator simply thought Zhao Yuanxi was Jing Yu's daughter, and he kept saying auspicious words:

"From now on, the path to immortality is within reach, and eternal life is possible!"