There is also spring for passers-by

Wen Wan leaned on her father's arms. The donkey cart was shaking. She yawned and asked, "033, what kind of spiritual root am I?"

When she asked this question aloud, she remembered 033's retreat and advancement.

In her hometown, she possessed the dual supernatural powers of fire and wood, but were supernatural powers and spiritual roots the same thing? She really didn't know, and she really didn't know what the original owner's spiritual roots were.

Wen Wan had never practiced cultivation and didn't know whether she had spiritual roots. Most of her knowledge of cultivation came from novels about cultivation, but the things in the novels were only for fun and had no reference value, let alone learning or imitating.

"Dad, what are spiritual roots?"

Wen Dashan didn't understand either. He'd missed the spiritual root test due to illness when he was a child. Wen Ershan, Wen Sanshan, and his siblings had gone for the test, but they had no spiritual roots. For five consecutive years, no child in the entire Wenjia Village had turned up with spiritual roots. It was said that the last child with spiritual roots was sixty years ago. It was said to be the village chief's eldest brother, who had three spiritual roots and had become a disciple of the immortal sect. But he left and never returned.

The young patriarch of the Feng family said: "Spiritual roots are the fate of immortals. If you have spiritual roots, you will have the fate of immortals. If you don't have spiritual roots, you won't have the fate of immortals."

When the group passed the official road of Qingmu Town, they saw fire and a convoy in front of them. It turned out to be the head of the village of Qingmu Town taking the children of the town to the provincial capital.

Each family in the town had more than 20 children of school-age, both boys and girls, and there were five carriages in total, as well as strong adult men traveling with them. Judging from their appearance, they seemed to be there specifically to protect these children.

The Fengjia Village convoy and the village head's convoy were together, and there were more and more people.

Wen Fenfang wanted to stop the children of Wen Dashan's family from testing their spiritual roots, but Wen Wan got the news from the caravan and let the villagers know about it in advance. Now it is impossible to stop it, because the three children of Wen Dashan's family did not set off with the caravan of Wenjia Village. Some of them traveled with the villagers of Hunter Village, and some with the villagers of Fengjia Village.

Wen Fenfang, led by her uncle, sat in her own carriage with her cousins.

Soon after they entered the official road, they encountered an oxcart team from Liujia Village, and also met teams from other nearby villages. There were more and more people, and it was getting more and more lively.

Wen Fenfang was very curious about which child of Wen Dashan's family was so wanted by the immortal master?

She had never been to the provincial capital in her previous life, so she didn't know how grand it was at that time.

When Wen Wan was sleeping soundly, she heard Wen Pan shouting excitedly: "Brother, brother, you...where did you get the carriage? You also have horses."

Wu Cang smiled faintly, "Finally caught up with the team from Qingmu Town."

After chasing all the way here, this was the first time in nearly a hundred years that the Hunter Village had caught up with someone, and it was also the first time that they had taken the eighteen children of the Hunter Village to the state capital to test their spiritual roots.

Wen Wan opened her eyes and saw Wu Cang on horseback. Her eyes immediately lit up. "Brother, when did you learn to ride a horse? Can you take me with you?"

Wu Cang said, "It's very bumpy on horseback, you'd better take a donkey cart for safety."

The group chatted as they got closer and closer to Linzhou City. A long queue formed on the official road outside the city gate, and guards were checking everyone one by one in front of the city gate.

Yuan, the village chief of Qingmu Town, raised his voice. "The people of Qingmu Town, as in previous years, will be organized into villages. The village chief and clan leader will lead the team. Horse-drawn carriages and donkey-drawn carts are not allowed to enter the city. Stop by the roadside and wait. When it is our turn, the military commander will call out. Those who are hungry or thirsty should eat first."

The village headman took the document to the city gate and, upon exiting, a bronze plaque appeared in his hand. The townspeople planted a flag with the words "Qingmu Town, Changqing County" inscribed on it in the dirt by the roadside. The flag rustled in the morning breeze.

"All villages in Qingmu Town, Changqing County, Linzhou, will gather here. Don't get the wrong place. Today, our license plate is number 18, and we've already detected number 11. It will be Qingmu Town's turn in an hour at most."

When the village heads from all over Linzhou arrive, they will take the village head official seal to get a number plate, and then they will call out numbers to lead the team in. Only the village head, village head (clan head) and children of appropriate age can enter Fuqian Street for testing. All parents can only wait outside. If their children pass the test, children from the same village will come out to call them.

The city gate is on the left for entry and on the right for exit. On the right, there's a long line of people coming out. Every now and then, the village chief leading the line would shake his head and sigh, "Over a hundred children from my village took the test this year, but not a single one has a chance to become an immortal. Sigh..."

Some village heads were beaming with joy, holding silver ingots in their arms, followed by their children’s parents who were also holding silver ingots and looking proud.

A slightly plump village head came out of the city gate and was greeted by two middle-aged men. "Village head, I'm sorry, we're late."

"The children from Shanghezhuang and Xiahezhuang have arrived?"

"We're here! They're all here, including those from Majiazhuang."

"Okay, I'll go back and change my license plate."

Villages that have completed the testing can leave.

From time to time, new villagers arrived with their children.

Village Chief Yuan estimated that it would take an hour, and only half an hour later it was the turn of Qingmu Town, Changqing County. Village Chief Yuan shouted, and the village heads and their children lined up in long queues and entered the city gate one after another.

Although Wu Cang's biological father was from the Hunter Village, he moved to Wenjia Village with his mother after she remarried. Now he is also considered a member of Wenjia Village. Standing in the team of Wenjia Village, Wen Pan is standing in the front, Wen Wan is in the middle, and Wu Cang is standing behind Wen Wan.

The village chief of Wenjia Village is old and usually listless at home, but today he is full of energy, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. Behind him are Wen Fenfang and his three grandchildren of appropriate age.

Wen Fenfang looked very proud, but when she saw Wu Cang and Wen Wan, she could not hide her jealousy in her eyes.

There are many children coming to Wenjia Village, but only three of them have spiritual roots: Wucang, Wenwan, and Wen Fenfang. They originally wanted to be the only child with a destiny to become an immortal, but Wenwan got the news from the caravan and told her parents and villagers. Even the hunter village who missed the spiritual root test in the previous life followed the people of Qingmu Town in.

The order of arrangement of the villages was based on the order of arrival. The village chief prepared some wooden signs. The townspeople took Qingmu No. 1, Fengjia Village took Qingmu No. 2, Hunter Village took Qingmu No. 3, and when it came to Wenjia Village, it became Qingmu No. 9.

Fuqian Street is located in the provincial government office. A high platform was built on the open space in front of the government office. Four disciples of the immortal sect with fluttering sleeves stood on the platform. Three black stones were placed on the stone table. The small one was the size of an egg, and the big one was the size of a baby's head. The children who went up put their hands on the stones. If the stones could shine, it means they have spiritual roots.

There are no children with spiritual roots in Qingmu Town, but among the more than 30 children in Fengjia Village, one was found to have three spiritual roots and one four spiritual roots.

As soon as the spiritual roots were detected, one of the children immediately went to inform the elders of the two children.

The father of the girl with three spiritual roots took the 100 taels of silver from the fairy from the Xianmen, and said, "Congratulations, your daughter has a destiny to be an immortal. This is the 100 taels of silver given by the Xianmen."

The father approached the girl with three spiritual roots and said, "Xiao Lian, from now on you will be a disciple of the immortal sect. Follow the immortal and practice diligently. Don't worry about your family. Your brothers will take care of you."