Oh no, I accidentally cultivated three spiritual roots and became an empress!

Zhong Luo continued, explaining that their Pingchuan City was an affiliated city of the second-tier sect, Qingyun Sect. In turn, Qingyun Sect was subordinate to the first-tier sect, Lingyun Sect.

In the cultivation world, sects are divided into five levels, and the weak have always been dependent on the strong.

There are also some insignificant sects whose names are barely known; it's unclear which sect they're affiliated with.

The Qingyun Sect has been developing very poorly in recent years. The sect leader doesn't manage affairs much, and the sect leader's wife makes all the decisions. The various peaks within the sect are vying for resources, and the original third-level sects are always late in submitting their annual tributes, with some saying that the sect leader's wife is secretly taking the money.

In recent years, the Qingyun Sect has suffered a severe loss of talent, and has been oppressed both externally and internally. It is unknown whether it will be a good thing or a bad thing if the sect sends people to recruit disciples this time and the disciple is selected.

Zhong Luo glanced at his daughter. He both hoped that she could step into the world of cultivation and reach a wider realm, but he was also afraid that she would be like him, too straightforward and would suffer in the cultivation world without anyone to protect her.

The cultivation world is nothing but a bloody struggle disguised in a glamorous guise!

Zhong Lingxin patted her father's arm, indicating that she would definitely be careful.

Besides, they might not even be selected!

Zhong Luo looked up at his wife, who was quietly looking at the account books in the study, and sighed, "You'll still be selected, won't you?"

Zhong Lingxin nodded: "Absolutely!"

Zhong Luo was amused by her daughter and led her into the study.

Yin Susu put down the account book in her hand.

Zhong Lingxin hurried over and helped Yin Susu up to move around: "Mother, you have a little brother in your belly, you can't sit for too long."

Zhong Luo also helped Yin Susu up from the other side to help her walk.

The family enjoyed a warm and cozy time together.

Zhong Lingxin often reaches a state of complete absorption when playing the piano, and she has a feeling that she may have spiritual roots.

Therefore, she cherishes the days she can still spend with her parents.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and the day for the Qingyun Sect to recruit disciples arrived.

Early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, Zhong Lingxin's grandfather summoned all the children from the Zhong family who were participating in the election to the hall.

Because the recruitment only happens once every ten years, the Zhong family has more than ten children aged five to fifteen.

Zhong Lingxin's grandfather led the dozen or so children to the square in the city center with great anticipation. He thought to himself that he had led the entire clan in fasting and bathing for three days and prayed for the blessings of their ancestors. He hoped that more children would be selected this time.

The Zhong family has had no members selected for the past two terms; we really hope they can select two this time.

Especially Zhong Lingxin, whose parents both have spiritual roots!

Seeing Zhong Lingxin walking calmly among the children, he seemed to see the scene of Zhong Lingxin's father running for office back then.

She was such a young child, yet she walked so steadily among a group of children.

In fact, he had always known that his Luo'er was working extremely hard as a handyman in the Qingyun Sect.

He was heartbroken too!

But there was nothing he could do, no matter how much he felt sorry for him. The only thing he could do was remain silent about what had happened to him over the past ten years.

The Zhong family still has over a hundred members to live. If we don't send our children into the sect, how can we find a way out for the family?

At the very least, having a child with a name in the sect means that the major families in Pingchuan City have to treat the Zhong family with respect.

Amidst Elder Zhong's rambling thoughts and the children's jubilation, the Zhong family entered the square.

Long queues had already formed in the square.

Elder Zhong held up the identification tags of all the children and checked the number of children at the registration desk.

In recent years, the Qingyun Sect has tightened its management of its affiliated cities. Anyone who should participate in the election but fails to do so will be executed without exception!

Soon, the Zhong family children finished checking their information and joined the end of the line.

The three long lines wound their way through the square dozens of times.

Fortunately, the test is very quick. All the children participating in the selection need to do is walk up to the platform and place their hands on the spirit-testing ball on the platform.

The spirit-testing orb can emit different colors of light; red represents the fire attribute, meaning the child participating in the selection has a fire spiritual root. The higher the red light shines, the greater the child's spiritual root value, for example, thirty, fifty, etc.

On the stage, a child placed his hand on the spirit-testing ball, which then emitted two dazzling beams of black and green light. All the sect representatives sitting on the testing platform stood up.

This is a dual spiritual root of water and wood!

The water and wood spiritual roots do not repel each other, and both have extremely high spiritual root values, one showing as 85 and the other as 79.

In a second-rate sect, that would definitely be considered a genius disciple.

A sect disciple responsible for chanting the incantation loudly announced: "Yu Mingbai, dual spiritual roots of water and wood, water 85, wood 79!"

Zhong Lingxin also looked towards the stage and saw a cool-faced little boy walking steadily towards the east side of the testing platform. There, several children chosen by the sect sat proudly in chairs, looking at the children waiting to be selected in the square.

Perhaps it was because Yu Mingbai's spiritual root value was too good that it stimulated the children below the stage. In the next half day, dozens more children tested their spiritual roots and sat on the east side of the high platform.

As dusk fell and the sun was almost below the horizon, it was finally the Zhong family children's turn.

Although the children had water and food brought to them by adults, they were still tired and sleepy after standing all day.

Zhong Lingxin glanced at the children who had circled dozens of bends behind them, then calmly walked step by step toward the platform and steadily placed her hand over the test ball.

The Qingyun Sect disciple in charge of the test lazily repeated what he had been saying all day: "Don't think about anything. Put your hand on the sphere in the center. Good, you have three spiritual roots: metal, wood, and fire! Metal spiritual root is 89, very good. Wood spiritual root is 82, and fire spiritual root is 71. Very good, very good, all three spiritual root values ​​are high enough! Go to the east side of the testing platform. You've been selected."

Zhong Lingxin looked back at the audience and saw her grandfather waving excitedly, telling her to quickly sit down on the east side of the testing platform.

The Zhong family has finally produced a cultivator with three spiritual roots.

This time, it won't be a menial disciple again, will it?

At the very least, he should be able to become an outer disciple!

Zhong Lingxin smiled and bowed to the Qingyun Sect disciple in charge of the test, then steadily walked towards the east side of the testing platform.

Now, she is a person with spiritual roots, having taken the most important step in cultivation.

A month later, accompanied by her parents' clansmen, Zhong Lingxin, along with another child from the clan, Zhong Muyun, boarded the Qingyun Sect's flying artifact.

The flying artifact is a leaf-shaped artifact.

At first, the children sat there with great interest, chattering excitedly.

But soon, the blazing sun made them dizzy and lightheaded.

A disciple of a sect smiled and cast a small spell on them, like a large umbrella covering their heads.

The children all became excited.

Is this magic?

Will they be able to use it in the future?