Her cultivation suddenly leaped to Spirit Severing Great Perfection, and Yun Fuzhao felt her five senses sharpen considerably.
Everything she saw was exceptionally clear.
However, her Spirit Roots were a chaotic mess.
The abundant Spiritual Energy in her Dantian couldn’t be properly channeled, coiling into a tangled knot like a ball of yarn.
The Five Spirit Roots were considered inferior precisely because the roots both generated and restrained one another.
Any Spiritual Energy that entered the body would be thrown into disarray by them.
This was what made cultivation so slow for those with Five Spirit Roots.
And now, even though Yun Fuzhao’s cultivation had soared, she could feel that her strength was unstable.
A great mass of Spiritual Energy sat in her Dantian, yet she couldn’t command it.
[The Five Spirit Roots are different from all others.
Circulating Spiritual Energy is extremely difficult.
If you can’t find a suitable Cultivation Technique, then even a high Cultivation level makes you nothing more than a paper tiger.]
[In all these years, no Great Power with Five Spirit Roots has ever achieved Ascension.
Most Cultivators with Five Spirit Roots stop at the Nascent Soul stage, to say nothing of finding a proper Cultivation Technique for it.]
[Yun Family Team 1 Wei Heyu: Don’t worry, girl.
No matter what your Cultivation reaches, you will always be the disciple I am most proud of.]
[That’s right.
Don’t put too much pressure on yourself.]
Just then, another comment drifted across the screen.
[Hong Ziqing has joined the fan club.]
Yun Fuzhao didn’t know much about this Great Power, nor which sect she belonged to.
But from the way she spoke, she seemed to be one of the Great Powers who had been watching her stream from the start.
System 001: [Congratulations, Host!
Fan +1, Points +100.
Current Points: 300]
The other one hundred points had been from Wei Wuyu joining.
[To reward the host, the Shop is holding a limited-time discount lottery!
100 points per draw.
Would you like to play?]
‘A lottery?’
Yun Fuzhao had terrible luck.
In games, she always had to rely on the pity system to get anything good.
At 100 points a pop, the price made her wince.
But those three words, “limited-time discount,” were incredibly tempting.
Swallowing the pain, Yun Fuzhao gave in.
‘Just one draw.’
System 001: [100 points consumed.
You received: Thank you for playing x1]
‘Just as I thought.’
Her hands got itchy, and she couldn’t resist.
‘Again.’
[Obtained: Third-Grade Misfortune Talisman x1]
‘Not bad.
At least it wasn’t another “Thank you for playing.”‘
Yun Fuzhao was about to stop, but then the system thoughtfully displayed a timer for the discount.
It was only for one hour.
After that, the price would jump to 1,000 points per draw—a tenfold increase.
Watching the numbers tick down, Yun Fuzhao gritted her teeth and went for one last draw.
[100 points consumed.
Congratulations, Host!
You have received the Heavenly Rank Technique, Phantom Technique!
Note: An exclusive Cultivation Technique for those with Five Spirit Roots.]
Yun Fuzhao’s eyes lit up.
‘Talk about perfect timing!’ She had just been worrying about a technique for her Spirit Roots, and now she’d drawn one specifically for the Five Spirit Roots.
The Great Powers watching were also quite curious.
[Yun Family Team 1 Hong Ziqing: I’ve never heard of this Cultivation Technique.]
[Yun Family Team 1 You Ziqian: I haven’t either.]
[Yun Family Team 1 Wei Heyu: As expected of a disciple of my Wuya Sword Sect!
Pulling a Heavenly Rank Technique right from the start.]
This Cultivation Technique was enough to make even the silent You Ziqian speak up.
Yun Fuzhao was also getting excited.
She took out a yellowed booklet.
On its cover, written in a bold, clerical script, were the two words: Phantom Technique.
She slowly opened it.
The moment she laid eyes on the first page, the characters seemed to leap off it.
Before she could even react, the words shot into her brain with a SWOOSH.
Phantom Technique, First Stance: Unity.
Yun Fuzhao felt a flood of knowledge invade her mind.
By the time she had processed it all, her body had already begun to spontaneously circulate the Dantian Spiritual Energy.
Following the technique’s instructions, she completed a Small Circulation.
Spiritual Energy flowed through her meridians, and her Five Spirit Roots seemed to merge into a single entity, working together to control the flow.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Yun Fuzhao exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The stagnant Spiritual Energy had dissipated, and she felt a boundless strength coursing through her.
It made her, a person who was usually quite lazy, feel like running a hundred kilometers.
[This technique’s effects are immediate!
Fu Zhao’s aura is completely different now.]
“Senior Sister Yun, a First-Rank Soul-devouring Beast has invaded Xinan Village and wounded many villagers!
The Sect sent us to exterminate it.”
Song Ying said, her footsteps hurried.
She looked extremely worried.
Yun Fuzhao didn’t waste any time.
She was bursting with Spiritual Energy and had nowhere to vent it; this was the perfect chance to practice.
“Let’s go.
We’ll head out now.”
Xinan Village was situated at the foot of the Wuya Sword Sect’s mountain, living under its protection.
Over the years, the village had produced several children who awakened Spirit Roots.
Song Ying was one of them.
That was why she was so anxious when she heard a demon beast was attacking her home village.
Six people were dispatched for the mission: one Inner Sect Disciple and five Outer Disciples.
Since a First-Rank Soul-devouring Beast wasn’t considered a major threat, the Sect hadn’t sent a larger team.
The Inner Sect Disciple was named Duan Wenhao.
He was arrogant and unruly, with a habit of looking down his nose at everyone.
He was also known to bully the Outer Disciples from time to time.
When he heard he would be on a mission with a group of Outer Disciples, Duan Wenhao was deeply displeased, feeling he’d been slighted.
“Just stand back and watch.
I can take care of this thing by myself.”
Yun Fuzhao could tell his Cultivation was at the Mid-stage Spirit Severing realm.
Dealing with a First-Rank Soul-devouring Beast should indeed be easy for him.
Duan Wenhao shot Yun Fuzhao a glance, his eyes filled with disdain.
‘I’ll show her what real skill looks like,’ he thought.
The group soon arrived at Xinan Village.
The village was eerily quiet, every door shut tight.
Only one house had been violently torn apart, and from within came a gruesome, crunching sound that made one’s hair stand on end.
Duan Wenhao smirked.
He splayed his fingers, and a silver Longsword materialized in his hand.
He glanced at Yun Fuzhao.
“Watch and learn.”
With that, he flew into the ruined house.
An enraged roar echoed through the clouds.
Seeing them, the villagers who had been hiding in their homes rushed out to greet them.
“Cultivators, you’re finally here!”
A thin man with a sallow complexion approached Song Ying.
“Ying.”
Seeing him, Song Ying’s heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled.
She looked him over from head to toe.
“Father, are you hurt?”
The man gave a simple, honest smile.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.
Don’t worry about me.”
After a few exchanges, the Soul-devouring Beast was clearly losing.
The villagers breathed a sigh of relief.
“That cultivator is amazing!”
A few villagers even began to cheer for him.
One of the Outer Disciples asked, “Brother Duan, do you need any help?”
Duan Wenhao scoffed.
“Just stay out of my way!”
Since he’d said that, the others backed down.
Yun Fuzhao watched the man and the beast, a bad feeling rising in her gut.
And just as she’d feared, after only a few moments, the Soul-devouring Beast’s body suddenly swelled to ten times its size, black mist swirling around it.
Song Ying’s face went grim.
“That’s not a demon beast—it’s a Demon Beast!”
Of all the beasts, Demon Beasts were the most savage and difficult to handle.
Most Cultivators would do anything to avoid them.
An encounter almost always meant casualties.
What’s more, this Demon Beast had clearly gained sentience, even learning to disguise itself as a common demon beast to lower a Cultivator’s guard.
Judging by its aura, its rank was clearly Third-Rank or higher!
Duan Wenhao’s face paled.
He immediately turned to flee, but the Demon Beast lunged and bit down hard on his leg.
He let out a bloodcurdling scream.
“Help me!
Somebody, help me!”