Mortal Mage

"Master Zhang, why do you employ maids from Qi Guguo in your mansion?"

Guo Zhuoran raised his head and glanced at the girl who opened the door, and asked.

"I saw them in the market. I just felt sorry for these two girls, so I bought them."

Zhang Mingxuan responded, looking at Guo Zhuoran strangely; "General Guo also knows Qi Guguo?"

"know."

Guo Zhuoran's face was calm.

The three of them entered the main hall of the inner courtyard.

Guo Zhuoran winked at Wang Han and then sat down in the hall.

"I'll go outside the door to keep an eye on Big Brother and Lord Zhang!" Wang Han immediately understood and left the room.

"Master Zhang, do you know the art of cultivation?"

"I have heard that the two imperial masters in the court should be monks, right?"

Guo Zhuoran moved closer to Zhang Mingxuan and said in a low voice, "Whether we can practice depends on whether we have spiritual roots, but according to the secret history of our Lingyu Guard."

He paused for a long time before continuing, "The people of Taicang Empire are all useless!"

"Since most of them have useless spiritual roots, even if our dynasty does not block this matter, most people still cannot practice, and it will not cause any unrest in the country, right?"

Zhang Mingxuan looked slightly stunned and asked with a frown.

"This is the case."

“But in fact, the so-called waste of spiritual roots recorded in the court was only to fool the people. The royal family of the Dihuang Dynasty used secret techniques to make waste spiritual roots grow new ones.”

Guo Zhuoran lowered his voice to a very low level; "It's mainly because there is no spiritual energy in Canglang Continent. It's extremely difficult for a useless spiritual root to grow spiritual roots."

"It is said that useless spiritual roots can be nourished by spiritual stones and gradually breed mixed spiritual roots in the body's essence. Ten years of cultivation of useless spiritual roots is equivalent to one day of cultivation of mixed spiritual roots, and one month of cultivation of mixed spiritual roots is equivalent to one day of five-element spiritual roots. Although it is difficult for mixed spiritual roots to reach the heavens, it is also a step into the threshold of becoming a cultivator."

"If there is a secret technique of our royal family, then useless spiritual roots may grow mixed spiritual roots in one's lifetime! What our dynasty leaked was not the way of cultivators, but the secret technique that can grow mixed spiritual roots from useless spiritual roots, which caused the chaos. If everyone in the world knew that useless spiritual roots can also grow mixed spiritual roots, then the Taicang Empire would have been devastated long ago."

Guo Zhuoran stared at Zhang Mingxuan and finished speaking in a low voice.

"If you say so, then you and I are both likely to have useless spiritual roots?"

"Yes, there is a record in the secret history of the palace that during the former Emperor Huang Dynasty, the spiritual roots of the people of the entire empire were tested, including the Tianze Empire."

"In the entire empire, 100 million people have useless spiritual roots. This is why no immortals from the Taicang Empire have descended to earth to look for spiritual roots!"

The moon is shining in the sky, it is already midnight.

"Mr. Guo, how do you know this?"

Zhang Mingxuan asked with a puzzled look.

The fact that a general knew so much made him suspicious.

"Don't you know, sir, that the Feather Guard is a job that is passed down from father to son?"

Guo Zhuoran stared at Zhang Mingxuan in surprise.

Zhang Mingxuan shook his head blankly.

"My father was a centurion of the former imperial secret historian, and my grandfather was a captain of the Western Palace! Every generation is passed down one level of official rank. Unless he climbs up himself, my son will only be a small flag in the future."

Guo Zhuoran slowly explained the whole story.

"Also, Mr. Guo, how can we get the spirit stones?"

Zhang Mingxuan tried to ask.

If he had spirit stones, he could verify whether his guesses and calculations about the formations in this world were accurate and reasonable.

"Master Zhang, one thousand taels of gold can buy a low-grade spirit stone from our Qianhu."

Guo Zhuoran indeed shook his head helplessly and replied;

"One thousand taels? Gold? My annual salary is only 20 taels of silver. How can a low-grade spirit stone cost one thousand taels of gold?"

"So, sir, it's already not easy for common people like us to survive, so why would we have the energy to look for some magic method of cultivating immortals? I've said so much to you just because I hope you will give up when you see the difficulty." Guo Zhuoran shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Of course, I will need your care in the palace in the future!" Guo Zhuoran clasped his fists and bowed to Zhang Mingxuan.

The salaries of the Emperor's hawks, the Feather Guards, are in arrears. I wonder why the Taicang Empire is in such a desperate situation.