Chapter 528: How's your Spiritual Root?

This is the mark of the Emperor Sovereign's bloodline.

However, no one noticed.

"Oh, it's already over?" Nanguo Buxie laughed sarcastically.

Generally speaking, the longer a spiritual root grows, the higher its level.

Ye Xiaohu and Ye Xiaochen took only a little over half his time, so their spiritual root level is definitely not going to be high.

Everyone understands this principle.

Thus, when they stood up, everyone showed a surprised expression.

At this rate, the chance of a holy spiritual root is greatest.

Xiaohu Xiaocheng ignored Nanguo Buxie, and after opening their eyes, they looked at each other.

"How's your spiritual root?"

"Yours?"

The two kept teasing each other with riddles.

"About what I expected," Xiao Hu said again.

"Then we're probably the same."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

What kind of riddle are they playing?

What kind of spiritual root is it exactly?

"Ye Xiaohu, Ye Xiaochen, what are you up to? Hurry up and show everyone your spiritual roots!" Nanguo Qingyuan commanded, looking like a proud peacock.

"Sister, don't say that; they're also in an awkward spot. After all, we have outstanding talents ahead of them, and their spiritual roots aren't as good as ours, so naturally they don't want to show them."

Nanguo Buxie's tone was sarcastic and mocking.

Ling Xueyao smiled, gave a disdainful white eye, and said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? Everyone already knows roughly what level their spiritual roots are." It's just a humiliating holy spiritual root, after all.

Their family of four all have royal spiritual roots; she looks down on holy spiritual roots as utterly worthless, no better than trash.

"Oh, Ling Xueyao, why don't you tell us what level my sons' spiritual roots are?"

Ye Qingran's voice came softly.

As her words fell, her figure fluttered onto the battle platform.

Xiaohu Xiaocheng, one on each side, affectionately took Ye Qingran's hand and rubbed their little faces against it.

This scene made Hong Wu envy them terribly.

What adorable little buns!

Ling Xueyao narrowed her eyes and snorted coldly, "What kind of spiritual roots do your children have, Instructor Ye? You know best."

Ye Qingran no longer paid attention to Ling Xueyao, but instead rubbed the children's faces.

"Did you have fun today?"

"Hehe, yes. Since they kept framing us, we'll swell their faces!"

"You two are the most mischievous!" Ye Qingran ruffled their heads again, "But you did a great job!"

The mother and two sons exchanged smiles; the scene was extremely harmonious.

"Since so many are waiting to see your spiritual roots, let's show them."

"Sure!"

Xiaohu Xiaocheng nodded, then each stepped forward two paces and displayed their spiritual roots.

Everyone's eyes fixed on them, awaiting the result.

Light shone forth.

When the first thread of that silver light flickered, countless gazes gradually froze.

The illusion of the spiritual root slowly formed, intertwined within a expanse of holy, pure silver radiance.

"This is…"

Someone gasped, their lips trembling for a long time unable to speak further.

But no words were needed; everyone knew what that silver gleam represented.

Imperial Spiritual Root.

No, it's not just one streak, but two.

Ye Xiaohu and Ye Xiaochen both have Imperial Spiritual Roots!

This realization washed over everyone's consciousness like a raging tsunami.

It was shocking, it made heads spin.

When the spiritual root's illusion fully formed, something even more shocking was yet to come.

Because this silver streak represents not only an Imperial Spiritual Root, but a top‑tier Imperial Spiritual Root.

"Heavens…"

"What did I see? A once‑in‑a‑thousand‑years Imperial Spiritual Root?!"

"It must be my eyesight failing!"

If Nanguo Buxie and Nanguo Qingyuan growing top‑tier royal spiritual roots shocked them to the core, then Ye Xiaohu and Ye Xiaochen growing Imperial Spiritual Roots made their very souls tremble.

Imperial Spiritual Root.

This is the pinnacle known to date—nothing surpasses the Imperial Spiritual Root.

Know this: in the vast Profound Vast, the only known holder of an Imperial Spiritual Root is the Emperor Sovereign at the peak of Zhu Lu.

Yet these two brothers, Ye Xiaohu and Ye Xiaochen, both possess Imperial Spiritual Roots!

All the elders lost their composure.

They've lived this long; what kind of scene haven't they seen?

Even when two top‑tier Royal Spiritual Roots appear before them, they are at most merely shocked.

But when two Imperial Spiritual Roots appear simultaneously before them, none of them can stay calm.

Pairs of old eyes stare fixedly at those two Imperial Spiritual Roots, fearing they'd regret it for a lifetime if they missed it.

"Wow! Xiaohu Xiaocheng, you both are truly amazing!"

Hong Wu, excited, danced wildly and leapt three feet into the air on the spot.

Standing nearby, Ye Qingran, being close, keenly observed some milky, fluffy matter in Xiaohu Xiaocheng's Imperial Spiritual Roots; she was first stunned, then a strange gleam flashed in her eyes.

"Just as expected, the son follows the father."

Ye Qingran thought to herself.

These white fluffy bits are not something else; they signify that the Spiritual Root has a growth attribute and can later upgrade to an Immortal Root!

The three of them—father and sons—each possess Imperial Spiritual Roots with Immortal Root potential; she alone has nothing!

She patted her empty little abdomen, feeling a bit depressed.

It seems she must also redouble her effort, aiming to catch up with her husband's son in one go!

In the crowd, the most shocked were Nangong Han's family of four.

Just a moment earlier, they had brazenly mocked that Ye Xiaohu and Ye Xiaochen's Spiritual Roots were inferior, at most a Holy Spiritual Root.

The next moment, they sprouted Imperial Spiritual Roots, a whole tier higher than theirs!

The flickering silver light was blinding, like a series of slaps striking their faces, burning hot with pain.

"Imperial Spiritual Root?! How could this be?!" Nanguo Buxie kept shaking his head, muttering, as if in a demonic trance, unable to accept the fact.

Nanguo Qingyuan was so angry she burst into tears.

She wept like pear blossoms in rain; beyond resentment, her eyes held even more hatred.

On what grounds can Ye Xiaohu and Ye Xiaochen grow Imperial Spiritual Roots? They only came from that wretched place in the Central Region; such a lowly bloodline, how could they possibly sprout Imperial Spiritual Roots?

For people of such lowly status, wouldn't giving them a Holy Spiritual Root suffice?

The Imperial Spiritual Root should belong to them!

Their bodies carry not only Golden City's bloodline but also Dan Valley's, exceedingly noble; only they can bear an Imperial Spiritual Root!

The more Nanguo Qingyuan thought, the angrier she became; a top‑tier Royal Spiritual Root suddenly lost its appeal.

Nangong Han's smile earlier was so carefree; now his expression is equally hideous.

He scanned Xiaohu Xiaocheng repeatedly, lips tightly pursed, coldness constantly emanating from his body.

Originally, if Ye Xiaohu and Ye Xiaochen lacked Imperial Spiritual Roots, his children possessing top‑tier Royal Spiritual Roots would, once the news spread, further solidify his standing. But the emergence of Imperial Spiritual Roots caught him off guard.

After today, everyone will only know that the brother pair Ye Xiaohu and Ye Xiaochen possess top‑tier Imperial Spiritual Roots, and will not know that Nangong Han's child has a top‑tier Royal Spiritual Root!

This all is Ye Xiaohu and Ye Xiaochen's fault!