Chapter 33: Campus Booth

The man in white snorted coldly, and the flying sword in his hand immediately emitted a glowing green light.

Seeing that the man in white was about to make a move, the girl in purple suddenly opened her vermilion lips and said: "Forget it, just a child, why bother with him."

After speaking, the girl in purple glanced at Zhang Xingyu and the little fatty, and walked straight upstairs.

Hearing the girl in purple speak, the man in white had no choice but to put away his flying sword, glared fiercely at Zhang Xingyu and his companion, and then followed quickly.

Seeing the girl in purple go to the third floor, Jin Muyun finally came back to his senses. He stepped forward and dragged the little fatty back to "Jinli" together with Zhang Xingyu.

"Big Brother Jin, who is that White Impermanence?" Zhang Xingyu asked.

"White Impermanence?" Jin Muyun was puzzled.

"The one wearing white clothes." Zhang Xingyu added.

"Oh, him, he is Long Xiaotian." Jin Muyun replied.

"This Long Xiaotian is really not a good thing. Zhu Little Fatty just called her Fairy Sister, and he wanted to draw his sword and kill." Zhang Xingyu said indignantly.

"This Long Xiaotian is always so arrogant. Moreover, today he is hosting the top ten of the Academy's Wind and Cloud List..."

"So what. Does he really think that just because he practiced for a few years, he can be lawless? Wait until the day I practice cultivation, I must find a way to get back at him for today." Zhang Xingyu said hatefully.

"Fairy Sister, Fairy Sister..."

At the same time, the little fatty had dull eyes, blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and sat there muttering to himself.

Zhang Xingyu was speechless, Jin Muyun shook his head, and Hu Siping kept pouring wine into his mouth on the side.

"Who is that girl in purple?" Zhang Xingyu asked Jin Muyun.

"Her, she is our Nanhua Immortal Academy's number one beauty, Fairy Yunxi, Tang Yunxi." Jin Muyun smiled and replied.

Hearing the name Tang Yunxi, Zhu Dafu suddenly woke up.

He reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned with his big mouth and laughed: "So she is the campus beauty Tang Yunxi, no wonder she is so beautiful. Once I enter Nanhua Immortal Academy, I must pursue her."

Jin Muyun laughed: "She is not only the number one beauty of Nanhua Immortal Academy but also the number one on the Nanhua Wind and Cloud List. There are no fewer than ten thousand people pursuing her. You, you have no chance."

The little fatty raised his head: "I don't believe it, with me being so handsome and dashing, young and rich, there's no beauty I can't pick up. You guys just wait and see how I pursue her."

"Cut!" Zhang Xingyu and Jin Muyun raised their middle fingers again.

The four ate and drank their fill, helped each other out of the main entrance of the Lingwei Building.

Hu Siping pulled Zhang Xingyu and said solemnly: "Xingyu, tomorrow, I will accompany you to test your spiritual root. Don't waste the opportunity to practice for a little bit of gold coins."

"Alright!" Zhang Xingyu nodded in agreement.

Ever since he performed the spirit-transferring secret technique in Qifeng Shan, Zhang Xingyu had wanted to test whether he had obtained a spiritual root.

After what just happened, he felt the importance of cultivation even more urgently.

If you don't practice cultivation, you have no human rights. If you want to have the ability to protect yourself, you have to be able to beat those high and mighty cultivators.

On the side, Zhu Dafu heard their conversation and said with wine breath: "Two big brothers, I know the place to test spiritual roots, I'll accompany you tomorrow. I'm familiar with that place."

Seeing him so warm-hearted, Zhang Xingyu couldn't bear to dampen his enthusiasm, so he nodded.

The next morning, Zhang Xingyu and Hu Siping finished breakfast and waited bitterly in the inn.

It wasn't until noon that the little fatty arrived late.

"Zhu Little Fatty, why are you so late? I thought you were going to stand us up?" Zhang Xingyu complained with dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, I saw the number one beauty yesterday, and I was too excited last night to sleep, so I got up a bit late." The little fatty smiled with a face full of smiles.

"Cut, lovesick! Wasting my and Fourth Brother's precious time. I earn millions every minute, and you made me wait for a whole morning. Tell me, how are you going to compensate?" Zhang Xingyu stared at Zhu Dafu seriously.

Zhu Dafu smiled, and his mountain-like fist hammered toward Zhang Xingyu's chest: "What compensation, that hurts our brotherly feelings! At worst, I'll treat the two big brothers to lunch, consider it an apology to the two big brothers!"

Zhang Xingyu dodged his fist: "Zhu Little Fatty, treating is treating, stop moving your hands and feet. Those who know will understand, those who don't will think you're a perverted sex maniac."

These two guys have no seriousness at all!

Hu Siping really couldn't watch anymore. He grabbed Zhang Xingyu and Zhu Dafu with one hand each and walked out.

The Immortal Fate Pavilion is located in the west of Nanhua Cheng, only three streets away from the inn where Zhang Xingyu and Hu Siping lived.

Half an hour later, the three pushed open the door and entered the Immortal Fate Pavilion.

The layout inside the Nanhua Cheng Immortal Fate Pavilion was roughly the same as the layout inside the Shanyang Cheng Immortal Fate Pavilion.

In the center of the hall stood a five or six-meter-high stone pillar, and there was no furniture around it. Sitting next to the stone pillar was a seventy or eighty-year-old man, with crane-like bones and chicken-like skin, white hair and beard, dozing off while leaning on a chair.

Perhaps hearing the sound of the door opening, the old man opened his dim, old eyes and said while coughing: "Test spiritual root... 10,000... pay first... then test." His voice was hoarse and weak, intermittent, as if it were a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any time.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xingyu hurriedly stepped forward and presented a gold note with a face value of 10,000 with both hands.

The old man took the gold note, looked at it against the light at the door for a long time, and then slowly took out a jade plaque covered with patterns from his sleeve.

"Put... cough cough... this plaque... in the groove in front of the pillar," the old man reminded while coughing.

Zhang Xingyu's heart tightened. This old man, if he says a few more words, he might just die, right?

Forget it! To make him say less, let's test quickly.

He put the jade plaque into the groove in front of the spirit-testing pillar, and then gently placed his palm on the spirit-testing pillar.

After a while, the pillar showed no change.

What the hell? Why is there no change?

"No... no... spiritual root..." the old man said.

How is that possible? Could it be that the spirit transfer didn't succeed?

That's not right. The phoenix pattern on the Red Phoenix bird egg clearly disappeared.

"Xingyu, don't worry, let's try again." Hu Siping comforted from the side.

When he said this, his face was full of anxiety.

"Alright."

Zhang Xingyu was ultimately unwilling.

He placed his hand gently on the surface of the spirit-testing pillar again.

The spirit-testing pillar still didn't react.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Zhang Xingyu's hand was on the spirit-testing pillar, unwilling to take it back for a long time.

Could it be that I really don't have a spiritual root, could it be that I really don't have an immortal fate?

God, if you don't let me practice cultivation, then why did you bring me to this Xianxia World?

"Big Brother Xingyu, close your eyes, have no distracting thoughts, and try again." Zhu Dafu suggested in a low voice.

Alright. Let's try one more time.

Zhang Xingyu closed his eyes upon hearing this and slowly relaxed his mind.

A moment later, a burst of dazzling fire suddenly erupted from the milky white spirit-testing pillar.

The fire lasted less than a second before disappearing instantly.

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, then became dim and dull again.

"Heavenly spiritual root... waste spiritual root... pity... pity." The old man closed his eyes and sighed leisurely.

Heavenly spiritual root?

Waste spiritual root?

"Old senior, what is a heavenly spiritual root, what is a waste spiritual root?" Zhang Xingyu asked unwillingly.

The old man didn't raise his head or open his eyes. Just when the three thought he was about to fall asleep, the old man finally spoke again: "As everyone knows... the spiritual roots of cultivators are divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow... corresponding to single spiritual root, variant spiritual root, double spiritual root, and multiple spiritual root... This little brother's spiritual root does not fall into any grade... His spiritual root is not apparent, and in the cultivation world, it is also known as a waste spiritual root... The compatibility of this spiritual root with spiritual aura is very low... Although it can also practice, it is very difficult to practice to the Foundation Establishment stage... If the spiritual root were not hidden, his spiritual root should have been a heavenly spiritual root... practicing with half the effort... cultivators with heavenly spiritual roots are usually the leaders of the cultivation world... as long as they don't die halfway, they can all successfully cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage... This little brother's spiritual root is a waste spiritual root, it's really a pity, a pity..."