"Haha, what did I tell you? No matter how many times he tries, it's still an inferior Spirit Root!"
"Wang Jue, we can all see how much you want to become a disciple of Cyan Wood Mountain. But a Spirit Root is innate. Just accept your fate. Being a humble farmer in the village from now on isn't a bad life..."
Hearing the discussions around him, Wang Jue's expression remained unchanged, though he sighed softly in his heart. He stepped aside, allowing the teenagers waiting in line to step forward one by one to have their Spirit Roots tested.
The pagoda-shaped sapling resting in Wang Qingyu's hand was a spiritual artifact known as Cyan Wood. It was used to test Spirit Roots. Specifically, one would drip blood onto it, and after absorbing the blood, the sapling would bloom. The more blossoms it produced, the better the Spirit Root. Blooming twelve or more flowers meant the person possessed a top-tier Spirit Root.
