The explosive damage of the Fire Spirit Root is extremely high, which solves safety concerns. The Wood Spiritual Root has significantly greater affinity for Spiritual Plants compared to other Spirit Roots, and the medicinal properties extracted during Alchemy are also more refined.
The Healing Arts of the light attribute Spirit Root have the best effects, and its purification ability even counters dark attributes—truly a walking purification machine like Cai Wenji.
Her daughter’s words eased the anxiety in Xu Wanqing’s heart, and the smile on her face deepened considerably.
She had also read some novels and knew about Alchemy and Healing Arts. Since her daughter said she could give it a try, she was confident she could master it.
Seeing that even his dear wife had tested for a Spirit Root, Tangxi Hua, who had been left until last, cast aside his worries about not having one and decisively stepped forward to place his hand on the testing stone.
This time, the results appeared even faster—within about twenty seconds, dazzling gold, red, and brown colors emerged, forming a tripartite balance.
“Dad’s Spirit Root is an exceptional three-attribute Gold, Fire, and Earth Spirit Root. You can try artifact forging.”
The Gold Spirit Root excels in both offense and defense and can keenly sense ores and materials. The Earth Spirit Root provides astonishing defense, and artifacts forged by combining the two tend to be exceptionally durable.
“Hahaha! From now on, I’ll handle all the Dharma Tools for our family. Whatever kind of Dharma Tool you want, I’ll make it for you.”
The family would never lack Medicinal Pills or Dharma Tools in the future. Of course, they didn’t lack such things now either.
It wasn’t that Tang Ximo was arrogant—she truly possessed a Spiritual Abode filled with treasures. After a thousand years, who wouldn’t have some private savings?
After testing the Spirit Root talents of the entire family, Tang Ximo couldn’t help but sigh. No wonder she had a Chaos Spiritual Root—it turned out no one in her family was ordinary, all of them possessing exceptional talents.
“A-Mo, your family’s talents truly run in the blood. Not only do they all have multiple Spirit Roots, but every single one is exceptional.”
Hearing this, Tangxi Xuan quietly crouched beside the table, his eyes fixed intently on the Little Golden Dragon, who was using its short, chubby claws to pick out pomegranate seeds to eat.
“Little Golden Dragon, what level has my sister’s Cultivation Base reached now?”
His sudden question startled the Little Golden Dragon, nearly causing it to choke on a pomegranate seed. It flailed its claws and lunged at Tangxi Xuan’s head, its tail slapping him twice.
Smack! Smack! The crisp sounds echoed!
“If not suppressed by the Heavenly Dao of this world, she would be at the True Immortal Realm now.”
The Little Golden Dragon spoke with utter calm, but its tone carried undisguised pride for its host.
Feeling thoroughly one-upped, Tangxi Xuan was filled with envy, but he also couldn’t help imagining his sister’s thousand years in the Cultivation World with her all-encompassing Spirit Root.
Not only did she face repeated setbacks on her cultivation path, but she also endured bullying from other Cultivators, living a life of utter misery and hardship.
The Little Golden Dragon was speechless and disdainful: He truly, truly has no idea of the value of a Chaos Spiritual Root!
An intense desire to grow stronger surged from the depths of Tangxi Xuan’s heart, making him eager to take the Marrow Cleansing Pill and begin cultivating.
“Sis, can we take the Marrow Cleansing Pills now?”
Hearing his younger brother’s voice trembling slightly with anticipation, Tang Ximo didn’t delay. She asked, “Are you all ready to embark on the path of Cultivation with me?”
The three of them took a deep breath and nodded firmly. They would follow in their daughter/sister’s footsteps.
Once again, she took out the Marrow Cleansing Pills and distributed them to the three. Without the slightest hesitation, they accepted them.
Tangxi Xuan chewed on his pill, smacking his lips as he secretly compared it to the unknown pill his sister had forced into his mouth not long ago.
The Marrow Cleansing Pill carried a medicinal fragrance with a hint of bitterness. Soon after, he sat down and assumed a cross-legged posture.
Father Tang and Mother Xu resolutely took the medicinal pills from their daughter’s hands. Thinking that the family of four could accompany each other for a longer time, the couple swallowed the pills without hesitation.
Seeing their youngest son sit down on the living room floor after taking the pill, and assuming that young people knew more about such things, Father Tang and Mother Xu followed suit, sitting down and assuming a cross-legged posture.
This scene made Tang Ximo’s eyelids twitch uncontrollably. Her unlucky younger brother had clearly read far too many novels, and now he had even led their parents astray.
However, the Marrow Cleansing Pill soon began to take effect. The excruciating pain of tearing through tendons and penetrating deep into the bone marrow washed over them, and all three were soon drenched in sweat from the agony.
She herself had never taken a Marrow Cleansing Pill; instead, she had soaked in the Marrow Cleansing Pool. She knew all too well the pain of Tendon and Marrow Cleansing.
It felt as though countless red-hot iron needles were churning violently within the meridians, as if every breath came with the searing pain of tendons and bones being stretched to their limits.
Beads of sweat the size of peas slid down their temples, dripping onto the floor and leaving small, dark stains.
The backs of their clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to their skin and forming dark, damp patches.
Despite being in such pain, none of the three uttered a single cry, a testament to their remarkable resilience.
Even as they endured the heart-wrenching agony of Marrow Cleansing, they gritted their teeth and persevered, showing no intention of retreating or giving up.
Watching from the side, Tang Ximo felt a mix of admiration and pity. She set up a formation, then turned away as if she couldn’t bear to watch, lying down on the sofa to eat grapes.
Tendon and Marrow Cleansing took time, and this painful process would continue for a while longer.
Tang Ximo fished out Little Golden Dragon, who was buried in the fruit bowl. “A-Long, what counts as a successful enrollment?”
“Simply leave your information on the Mysterious Jade Tablet within Taichu Hall. The system will then issue the academy uniforms for free, but you’ll need to craft the identity Jade Tablet yourself.”
As he spoke, Little Golden Dragon opened a virtual screen and pulled up the academy uniform section.
However, it showed that at this stage, only three styles of uniforms were available for Tang Ximo to choose from.
The first style was a long, narrow-sleeved uniform in blue and white, exuding an ethereal, immortal aura. It was embroidered with vivid pines and cypresses in the snow, paired with a white belt adorned with lotus patterns. On the left chest, a crescent-shaped pine and cypress branch half-encircled the academy’s name.
The second style was a long, narrow-sleeved uniform in ink-wash style, with faintly visible auspicious cloud patterns outlined on the collar and cuffs. A proud painting of plum blossoms in the snow adorned the fabric, paired with a tasseled silk cord strung with beads. On the left chest, an ink-plum branch cradled the academy’s name.
The third style was a two-piece set in red and black, layered to create a dual-sleeve design. The garment was embroidered with silver threads depicting stars, mountains, rivers, and seas, paired with a red-and-black belt. On the left chest, the academy’s name was surrounded by silver thread scrollwork.
“Only children make choices. My academy will take them all—let them switch between the sets.”
After the divisions were established, they could create unified uniforms for each department. Besides, anything produced by the system was guaranteed to be of the highest quality.
These were all graded Defensive Dharma Artifacts, capable of adjusting to the wearer’s size. Most importantly, they were free—why not take advantage of the system’s generosity?
“In that case, I’ll set it up directly. When new students enroll, the uniforms will be delivered to their corresponding dormitories.”
As for Tang Ximo’s habit of taking advantage of the system, Little Golden Dragon had long since learned to calmly go along with it.
After all, the two had been mutually supporting (or rather, colluding) for a thousand years.
At two in the morning, the youngest, Tangxi Xuan, was the first to complete his Marrow Cleansing.
As if wondering why there was none of the foul odor described in novels, he raised his arm and tilted his head to take a deep sniff of his armpit, but only caught a whiff of sweat.
Rolling his eyes as he stood up, he was overwhelmed by the strong stench of sweat on his body.