Mortal Mage

There was a lot of shouting and cursing from the audience, mostly from disciples of various major sects.

"Don't worry, everyone. Only three of these jade slips have been issued. From now on, Xianyuan Sect will close its doors for a thousand years. Within a thousand years, it will only accept two more disciples with jade slips! This is the golden order from my sect master. You can rest assured!"

"Old man... these two children have earth and wood spiritual roots. Look! Look! Immortal Shi..."

The old man led the two children onto the stage, and the spirit stone on the stage really lit up in gray and yellow. The old man looked at Shi Manman pleadingly.

Shi Manman gently shook her head and said to the audience, "Everyone, our Xianyuan Sect has a firm word! Our Xianyuan Sect will no longer accept these two people with pure earth and wood spiritual roots!"

At this moment, the black-robed man from Daoyin Sect rushed onto the stage after hearing this. "That's better! From now on, Daoyin Sect will never interfere in the affairs of your Xianyuan Sect. Haha! Old man, earth and wood spiritual roots! I'm afraid your two grandsons don't have any better choices!"

"Wait! Your Daoyin Sect needs wood spiritual roots, when will it be your turn to get earth spiritual roots?"

"It's not your turn to defeat the demon sect!"

There was another round of noise and chaos among the other five major sects on the stage, as they fought for the two children with earth and wood spiritual roots.

After a long period of fighting among the sects, almost everyone in the flying boat, except Zhang Mingxuan, belonged to a sect.

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"My dear friend, you have been sitting for so long, what is your spiritual root?"

"Twelve lines of mixed spiritual roots."

"Twelve mixed spiritual roots? Aren't those useless spiritual roots? When will useless spiritual roots be able to enter Zhou City? This Zhou City has really been made a mess by the six major sects. Bah, bah, bah, bad luck."

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Zhang Mingxuan sat on a chair, eating some fruit. He rolled his eyes at the man who was leaving and curled his lips.

He finally understood.

The six major sects were chosen first, and the rest were selected from some miscellaneous sects. In a word, if there were more than five kinds of spiritual roots, it would be a disaster to say it out loud, so he simply stopped asking and just ate fruits by himself.

"My friend? I see you have been sitting here for a long time. Are you interested in entering my Beast Cloud Villa?"

A fat, strong, muscular man sat in front of Zhang Mingxuan while chewing some fruit.

"I have twelve kinds of spiritual roots."

Zhang Mingxuan rolled his eyes at the man and looked away. He no longer held out hope. If all else failed, he planned to find a cave and become a casual cultivator by himself, or go back to Qingniu Town and find a way to get Li Xucheng to teach him something.

"Yoho! It's okay. Can you endure the hardship?"

The fat man looked at Zhang Mingxuan with his shiny forehead.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Mingxuan crossed his legs and looked at the fat man.

"To be honest, I just saw that you and that beauty are very close, so I guess you two have a special relationship, right?"

"Well, what?"

Zhang Mingxuan turned sideways to take a look at the fat man, and it was estimated that the fat man was going after Yu Yun.

"Excuse me, what is your relationship with that beautiful lady?"

"What do you want?"

"It's okay, don't be angry, my friend. I was just asking casually."

The fat man smiled and continued to ask, "I wonder if you are willing to come to my Beast Cloud Villa and raise monsters?"

"Raising monsters? Are there any rules? Are there any techniques? Are there any spirit stones?"

Zhang Ming became interested. With his useless spiritual roots, no respectable sect would want him.

"The fox demon on the stage before, we are raising them."

The fat man's eyes lit up as he continued to explain, "As a errand disciple of my Shouyun Villa, the skills... aren't much, but one spirit stone per month! That's worth one thousand taels of gold, how do you think?"

"Snapped!"

Zhang Mingxuan slammed the table; "Do you keep your word?"

"A proper sect!"

The fat man took out a badge with seven neatly engraved small characters on it.

"Night Fragrance Worker at Beast Cloud Villa"

"Night fragrance worker? Is he a dung carrier?"

Zhang Mingxuan looked at the fat man suspiciously.

The fat man's face suddenly turned red. He didn't expect that Zhang Mingxuan, who was not very old, knew so much.