Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Chapter 77 My Sect is a Wasteful Sect

White Willow Square.

Gazing at the stele in front of him.

Chu Yuan was bewildered, was he just supposed to place his hand on it?

He looked up perplexedly at a middle-aged man standing beside the stele, dressed in the light blue uniform of the Wayless Sect.

"I just put my hand on it?"

Chu Yuan asked with confusion.

"If you want to stand out, you can use your foot as well."

The middle-aged Foundation Establishment Cultivator glanced at Chu Yuan indifferently and said offhandedly.

"Is using my foot more effective?"

Chu Yuan questioned again.

"What do you think?"

The middle-aged cultivator's mouth twitched slightly, somewhat at a loss for words.

"I think it's all the same."

Chu Yuan shook his head.

"Then why don't you place your hand on it already."

The middle-aged cultivator rubbed his forehead and walked aside, taking a deep breath.

Running such an event was indeed exhausting.

This person should be the last one, right?

Tsk, tsk, who knows what this young man is thinking.

Looking over twenty, and he still dreams of cultivating to immortality?

If he truly had a unique spirit root, he would have been recruited by other sects by now.

But on second thought.

Why does this young man look somewhat familiar to him?

He seems to have seen this person somewhere before.

The middle-aged cultivator intensely stared at Chu Yuan's handsome face for a long time, yet he couldn't recognize him.

It was just a feeling.

A feeling of déjà vu.

But he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Let it be, if he couldn't remember, then so be it.

The middle-aged cultivator could only shake his head and stop dwelling on it.

...

Standing in front of the stele.

Chu Yuan looked up at the stele, lost in thought for a moment.

He slowly extended his hand from the wide sleeve of his robe.

Clack.

His palm touched the stele.

A cold sensation came over him.

Before Chu Yuan could fully perceive it,

a force surged out from the stele and into his body.

Chu Yuan subconsciously wanted to resist this force.

But before he could resist,

that force from the stele disappeared.

At the same time.

The stele began to emit a glow.

Only to see a brown light flourishing within the stele.

This is...

A Mortal Spirit Root?

No, that's not right!

Chu Yuan could see.

Within that brown light, there were unmistakably traces of other colors.

There was gold, red, blue, among many other colors.

These lights seemed faint, mingled within the brown light.

What is this thing?

Chu Yuan was stunned, wasn't he promised a starting point of a Heavenly Spiritual Root?

What is this thing?

A cabbage Spirit Root?

A dumpling Spirit Root?

With stuffing inside?

Chu Yuan turned his head toward the middle-aged cultivator.

But discovered that the middle-aged cultivator was just as baffled, unable to discern what kind of spirit root Chu Yuan had.

Whoosh!!

Seeing this, the two Golden Core Realm Cultivators outside the square flew onto the square on their Flying Swords with great speed.

"We pay our respects to the Elders."

The middle-aged cultivator promptly saluted them.

The two Golden Core Realm Cultivators paid him no heed, walking straight to the stele to have a closer look. After exchanging glances, both shook their heads.

"This is a Mixed Spiritual Root, barely acceptable for joining the Sect."

One of the Golden Core Realm Cultivators remarked.

Chu Yuan, standing to the side, was immediately stunned.

Mixed Spiritual Root?

What on earth is that?

It doesn't sound like anything good.

A genius of his caliber, and he's not starting with a Heavenly Spiritual Root?

But what exactly is this Mixed Spiritual Root?

Chu Yuan was full of doubts.

"May I ask, what does Mixed Spiritual Root mean? Is it strong?"

Chu Yuan asked.

The two Golden Core Realm Cultivators didn't answer and left on their Flying Swords, looking down their noses in arrogance.

Instead, the middle-aged Foundation Establishment Cultivator kindly answered him.

"Mixed Spiritual Root is just a little better than Mortal Spirit Root. Simply put, it's a type of Spirit Root that can cultivate a bit of everything, but mastered nothing."

"It's just a tiny bit better than Mortal Spirit Root. But you can still join our Changhe Sect, and thus set foot on the Immortal Path. Who knows, during your cultivation journey, you might encounter some fortune that compensates for your inferior Spirit Root, right?"

"So cheer up, and come back with us to Changhe Sect later."

The middle-aged Foundation Establishment Cultivator encouraged him.

That being said,

the middle-aged Foundation Establishment Cultivator didn't really think the young man had any potential.

Taking him back to the sect was just to make up the numbers.

After all, sometimes when the Sect had conflicts with other Sects, a show of numbers could make a significant difference in their menacing appearance.

As for Chu Yuan,

he was mired in self-doubt.

Was he not a genius?

A Mixed Spiritual Root, only slightly better than Mortal Spirit Root?

This wasn't right.

Shouldn't he at the very least have a Heavenly Spiritual Root as his foundation?

It must be an issue with the stone stele.

This surely couldn't mean he was worthless.

The absent look on Chu Yuan's face, observed by the middle-aged Foundation Establishment Cultivator, was mistaken for a loss of heart due to realizing the inadequacy of his Spirit Root.

"Alright, Spirit Roots might not be that important, stop worrying. Pack up and come back to the Sect with us," said the middle-aged Foundation Establishment Cultivator, unable to bear seeing such dejection, offering a word of encouragement.

Upon hearing this,

Chu Yuan standing beside, snapped back to reality.

Joining Changhe Sect for cultivation?

It seemed feasible.

He had no foundation in cultivation, and struggling on his own with a "Basic Qi Refining Technique Manual" was too difficult.

If he could join a proper Cultivator Sect while still leading his own Wayless Sect,

his cultivation levels would surely soar, right?

However, as the Sect Master of one sect, he wondered if being a Sect Master would prevent him from simultaneously being a disciple in another Sect.

With this thought, Chu Yuan decided to attempt to ask.

"May I inquire, as a Sect Master of a Sect, can I still join Changhe Sect and cultivate?"

Chu Yuan asked.

"Oh? You are the Sect Master of a Sect? Does it have a rank?"

The middle-aged Foundation Establishment Cultivator asked nonchalantly.

Some disciples of their Sect, after completing their studies, would establish small Sects.

Although it was rare to find one already in charge of a Sect, it wasn't unheard of.

There were, however, rules for this.

If a disciple with his own Sect wants to join Changhe Sect, then theirs should not be ranked higher than Eighth Rank.

If it is above Eighth Rank...

Then why join Changhe Sect at all?

Bear in mind that Changhe Sect is only a Sixth-Rank Sect.

"It should be unranked,"

Chu Yuan hesitated a moment before answering.

"Then, do you have a license?"

"I should... not have a license."

"Then do you have a deed to the Sect's land?"

"No deed, the mountain we occupy is our Sect's land."

The middle-aged Cultivator looked at Chu Yuan with an incredibly peculiar expression.

You have no rank, no license, no deed.

And you call that a Sect?

What kind of garbage Sect is this? Calling it a Sect is an insult to the very word Sect!

"So, how many people does your Sect have? What are their cultivation levels?"

The middle-aged Cultivator asked another question.

"Counting me, there are four people. Aside from myself, the rest are all good-for-nothings, incredibly useless good-for-nothings. Actually, my Sect is a waste, too."

Chu Yuan said frankly.

"Well, well, whether you said it or not, it makes no difference. Let's go, follow us back to Changhe Sect,"

said the middle-aged Cultivator, waving his hand dismissively.