Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Borrowing the good words from fellow Taoist friends."

Jing Yu replied with a smile.

"These are three spirit stones that every spiritual root has. Please keep them, senior." The middle-aged cultivator took out three spirit stones and handed them to Jing Yu.

"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist." When Jing Yu took the spirit stone, he secretly placed twenty spirit coins in the palm of the cultivator's hand. The middle-aged cultivator looked calm and put the twenty spirit coins into his own bag without making a sound.

[Chixian Pavilion] The frequency of children with detected spiritual roots on weekdays is actually not very high. After all, most of the people in Wushan Market are mortals. Although the probability of spiritual roots of offspring born from the union of cultivators is higher, the basic population is too small after all. There are less than 3,000 registered cultivators in the entire market. Therefore, if a cultivator working in Chixian Pavilion detects the spiritual roots of a family and says a few auspicious words, he will get some good luck. This is also the tacit rule in the market.

Jing Yu has been in Wushan Market for eleven years and is a man who understands human nature, so he naturally would not break the rules.

The middle-aged cultivator, having won a prize, became even more attentive to Jing Yu, saying quickly, "Fellow Daoist, you can take your daughter directly to the immortal register next door to have her registered. You'll get another five spirit stones! Everyone knows about this, but many elders are so overjoyed at their offspring's spiritual roots being detected that they've forgotten about it."

"Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist." Jing Yu nodded with a smile and pinched Zhao Yuanxi's little face in his arms: "Yuanxi, did you hear that? From now on, you will also be a cultivator and can cultivate immortality and ask for the way!"

Zhao Yuanxi stared blankly at the tiny ice crystal snowflakes on the disk and muttered, "Cultivating Immortality... Asking..."

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by, and Zhao Mingyu snatched Zhao Yuanxi from Jing Yu's arms. He carefully stroked Zhao Yuanxi's tender little face, which was so tender that it could be pinched to produce water, and muttered like a madman: "Good...good! Brother's spirit in heaven bless you, Yuanxi, you...are doing well!"

"Grandma..." Zhao Yuanxi shrank her head. For some reason, she always felt that her usually kind and amiable grandma seemed a little scary today.

"Third sister, let's go and enter Yuan Xi into the immortal register first..." Jing Yu said softly.

"No!"

Zhao Mingyu picked up Zhao Yuanxi, winked at Jing Yu, and hurried out of the Chixian Pavilion.

Seeing that Zhao Mingyu ignored Zhao Yuanchen and just let him sob on the ground, Jing Yu had no choice but to pick up Zhao Yuanchen and quickly followed him.

"Third sister, Yuan Xi's spiritual roots have been detected, which is a great thing. What are you doing?"

Zhao Mingyu held Zhao Yuanxi tightly, as if the little person in her arms was a ginseng fruit that had sunk into the earth. She was afraid that she would fall to the ground and disappear without a trace. She whispered:

"There's no rush to get delisted. You can still make up for it later. But once you're delisted, everyone in the market will know."

"Aren't you looking forward to having a spiritual root child in your family every day? Yuan Xi has ice spiritual roots, and it's a good aptitude of the lower grade. Shouldn't you hold a banquet to celebrate? Why are you hiding it instead?" Jing Yu asked suspiciously.

"The timing is not right. A large auction is about to take place, and the market is full of people of all kinds. It's not appropriate to hold a large banquet. Let's wait until this period is over before we decide."

Zhao Mingyu didn't want to say much, so he carried Zhao Yuanxi home.

"Hey, third sister, are you hiding something from me?" Jing Yu carried Zhao Yuanchen on his back and followed behind Zhao Mingyu.

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The two of them returned to Mu Shan's courtyard one after another. Zhao Chengyan, Zhao Chenghuan, Mu Pei and others followed Zhao Mingyu's instructions and stayed at home honestly without running around. When they saw them coming back, they all came to greet them.

"What happened?" Zhao Chengyan asked with a glimmer of hope.

"Yuan Chen has no spiritual roots, but Yuan Xi detected his spiritual roots! Low-grade ice spiritual roots!" Jing Yu said.

"What..." Zhao Chengyan's eyes suddenly turned red, and he quickly looked at his wife, only to find that Mu Pei and he seemed to have telepathic connection, and both were crying with joy!

"Okay, okay! Today is a happy day. I'll go buy some magical rice and vegetables, prepare a good banquet tonight, and invite a few good friends to celebrate for Yuan Xi!" Zhao Chenghuan was also happy for his brother's family from the bottom of his heart. He quickly rolled up his sleeves, took out some magical money from home, and was about to go out.

"Stop!" Zhao Mingyu, who was still holding Zhao Yuanxi in one hand, pounded his iron crutch. "You are not allowed to go anywhere. Stay home! You are not allowed to let any word of Yuanxi's spiritual roots leak out!"

"Third sister, what are you keeping in suspense?" Jing Yu said angrily.

Zhao Mingyu struggled, but finally sighed heavily and whispered a few words into Jing Yu's ear.

Jing Yu was shocked after hearing this, and his gaze towards Zhao Mingyu changed slightly: "You...we've been friends for life and death, and you really have the heart to do this?"

Zhao Mingyu seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and said dejectedly:

"Sixth brother, you're a smart man, so you naturally know the ins and outs of this. This matter has the same outcome whether I'm here or not. But being used as a pretext by a big shot, a scapegoat... what's there to say!"

"Alright, alright. This matter has nothing to do with me anyway. I have no connection with those people, so why would I care about their lives? I'll just keep my mouth shut!"

Jing Yu stamped his feet, muttering, "Damn! It's like hitting a rock with an egg. What's the point of this?"

Then he put Zhao Yuanchen down and disappeared in a flash.

"Mother, what did you say to my uncle just now..." Zhao Chengyan was stunned and asked curiously.

Zhao Mingyu glared at his son and shouted, "The elders are talking, why should you, a junior, interfere?"

"Now that Yuan Xi is about to become an immortal, all he needs is to draw Qi into his body to become a true cultivator. Instead of wasting time, you might as well think carefully about how the child should go in the future!"

"Could it be that I really have to rely on the help of the elders in my family who are cultivating immortals? But the elders also have to embark on the path of foundation building. How can they have so much spare resources to provide assistance?"

Zhao Chengyan's eyes gradually became firm. "Mother, the other day my uncle gave me a job as a runner to buy spiritual herbs and herbs. It's considered an income. I plan to let Pei'er do this job."

"I will go to the Wushan Mountains to explore."

As soon as Zhao Chengyan finished speaking, Zhao Mingyu's iron crutch hit him on the forehead mercilessly. Zhao Chengyan didn't dare to dodge. Fortunately, his mother was old and weak, and her physical training was far inferior to his own. No blood was drawn from the blow, but even so, he felt a little pain.

"With your low level of cultivation, are you going to the Monster Mountain Range to improve the food for high-level monsters?" Zhao Mingyu said with great sorrow.

Zhao Chengyan was greatly embarrassed, thinking that they were indeed siblings, as the harshness in their words was exactly the same.

"Forget it, can your mother really abandon your family?"

Zhao Mingyu sighed, "Just look at me giving up my old face to earn a future for you and Yuan Xi!"