Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

The young man named Zhou Li nodded, closed his eyes, and concentrated with all his might.

Meanwhile, the compass in Zhou Haiye’s hand began to tremble slightly.

After about a dozen breaths, three beams of light suddenly surged into Zhou Li’s body.

”Metal, Wood, Fire, Triple Spirit Root Talent!”

Upon hearing this voice, the young man awoke as if from a dream.

Zhou Haiye smiled slightly, ”Triple Spirit Root, you can embark on the Immortal Path, go stand at the back!”

Zhou Li, upon hearing this, displayed a face of wild joy.

He was merely the offspring of mortals from Coral Town, not even included in the Zhou Family Tree; now, finding a spiritual root was like rising to the heavens in one step!

In the future, he could cultivate, bring his parents to the clan for a good life, and even have a chance to be recorded in the Zhou Family Tree.

How could he not be overjoyed?

Above, at the observing seats.

The Family Head of the Yin Family congratulated Zhou Junxiao: ”Congratulations, Brother Zhou, this is a good start! This young man is plainly dressed, with no generational name in his name; he must be a child from the common folk. To produce a Triple Spirit Root child, it seems this generation of Zhou Family disciples has exceptionally deep blessings!”

Zhou Junxiao smiled humbly, while his peripheral vision instinctively assessed the beautiful woman.

Mo Wanting languidly leaned on her seat, seemingly uninterested in anything.

”Is Triple Spirit Root sufficient to meet the standards of the Daoist Palace?”

So thought Zhou Junxiao, growing more apprehensive about the upcoming tests, his emotions mirroring those of the young boys and girls below.

The Spirit Testing Ceremony continued orderly.

Especially with the newly advanced Golden Core presider, Zhou Haiye, it progressed at remarkable speed.

One by one, the young boys and girls went on stage and then off stage.

Those found possessing spiritual roots were naturally overjoyed, pretending to be composed as they went to stand behind the high platform.

While those without spiritual roots could not maintain their demeanor before their elders, returning to the plaza feeling dejected.

As for the test results?

They were not very satisfactory.

At most, one or two out of ten made it.

Those eliminated were not short of cultivator offspring raised within the clan.

Such harsh reality only worsened the worries of those remaining.

”Zhou Yusheng, Gold and Fire Dual Spirit Roots!”

The first Dual Spirit Root appeared!

The young people in the venue all looked at that fellow with extreme envy, wishing to take his place.

Even his parents were overwhelmingly excited in the observing seats.

Family Head Zhou Junxiao even showed a satisfied smile.

However, upon seeing the woman’s only change as switching the hand supporting her chin, the satisfaction gradually faded.

Gold and Fire Dual Spirit Roots are not sufficient for the Daoist Palace’s recruitment standard?

Then what is needed?

Must it be the Heavenly Spirit Root?

While Zhou Junxiao pondered deeply, the spiritual root testing continued below.

”Zhou Ping’an, Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Five Spirit Roots all complete.”

The one named Zhou Ping’an was a simple young man, who upon hearing his spiritual root results, displayed a genuine smile.

He instinctively moved to walk back.

However, Zhou Haiye stopped him.

”Five Spirit Roots equate to wasted spiritual root, you cannot cultivate.”

Zhou Ping’an was dumbfounded, his smile not even having time to fade, awkwardly stood on the high platform.

He almost cried out, asking, ”Isn’t having a spiritual root enough to cultivate?”

Zhou Haiye calmly shook his head, ”Five Spirit Roots, no.”

”But I... I...”

Just as the young man started crying in tears, a charming voice unexpectedly came from the observing seats.

”I’ll take him in at Yuheng Institute.”

The whole place fell silent.

Zhou Junxiao was caught off guard.

They don’t want Dual Spirit Roots, but instead accept what is effectively a wasted Five Spirit Root?

What’s the meaning of this?

He subconsciously asked, ”Dean Mo, does the Dao Palace even accept disciples with wasted spiritual roots?”

The voice was somewhat loud, even the young people below could vaguely hear it.

Mo Wanting giggled, ”Has Master Zhou never heard of someone?”

Zhou Junxiao was puzzled.

”He was once a Guest Elder of Star Gate, one of the Four Great Independent Cultivators of the North Sea, with legends in the South Border, known as Mo Luo in the West Desert, a Grandmaster in the Eastern Wasteland, and known throughout the Mountain Sea Realm as invincible under the Divine Transformation!” Mo Wanting looked at Zhou Junxiao with interest, ”Master Zhou, doesn’t that person have quite a connection with your Zhou Family? Haven’t figured it out yet?”

Zhou Junxiao’s expression drastically changed, ”Are you talking about Huang Independent Cultivator Luo Chen?”

Mo Wanting’s smile vanished, saying seriously, ”Yes, exactly him. It is said that Luo Chen started his cultivation journey with Five Spirit Roots, and has hardly known defeat since his debut. It shows that even Five Spirit Roots can achieve great things. Currently, the Tian Nan Dao Palace is looking for talents, and one criterion is to recruit disciples with Five Spirit Root talent, considering it an experiment.”

Zhou Junxiao opened his mouth, at a loss for words.

In the end, he shook his head.

Unexpectedly, the name of a friend of the Zhou Family could also benefit the younger generation of the family.

That child named Zhou Ping’an truly was incredibly fortunate.

”Continue the testing!”

As he commanded, the interrupted Spirit Testing Ceremony resumed.

The young boys and girls, previously tense with anxiety, suddenly found a new ray of hope.

Having a spiritual root meant one could cultivate, even with the so-called wasted Five Spirit Roots, there was an opportunity to join the Tian Nan Dao Palace, providing an alternative path.

At the back of the crowd, Brother and Sister Zhou Fuqiu stood quietly.

Zhou Qingyu heard soft murmuring beside her.

”Luo Chen...”

She looked up to see a perplexed expression on her brother’s face.

”Brother, what’s wrong?”

Zhou Fuqiu snapped back to reality, ”Nothing.”

Although he said it was nothing, he instinctively rubbed his temple.

Why did it feel so familiar?

Why?