Chương 110: Chapter 110: Fire Spiritual Root? I Don't Accept
Before Lin Xiao left, he had instructed Xiao Luan that if anything happened at night, it should go find the blockhead living in Guiyuan Mountain Residence.
Xiao Luan pondered this for a moment before lifting its claws and heading towards Guiyuan Mountain Residence.
This seemed more interesting than disciplining its stubborn disciples every day.
Not long after Xiao Luan left, Mo Yuanjiao, who was cradled in Mo the guard's arms, slowly regained consciousness.
He opened his eyes, feeling a bit dizzy.
Seeing that he had awakened, Mo the guard was overjoyed. "Young Master! You're awake! This place is too strange; we should leave as soon as possible!"
Mo Yuanjiao waved him off, sitting up and staring at the ancient and majestic peach tree not far from the mountain path, bathed in the moonlight. His expression was filled with excitement, showing no intention of retreating.
"Look! I don't know what I hit just now, but clearly, there's nothing in front of us."
As he spoke, he quickly got up and walked over to the spot where he had been knocked back. He reached out, and though it seemed like there was nothing there, his hand touched what felt like an invisible wall, preventing him from moving forward.
He turned around, overjoyed, and said to Mo the guard, "Old Que! Come and see! There's definitely something mystical here—this must be where my destiny lies!"
But behind him, Mo the guard wasn't looking at his young master. Instead, his face was pale with fear as he stared at something behind Mo Yuanjiao.
"Y-Young Master, behind you…"
Seeing the rare terror on Mo the guard's face, Mo Yuanjiao turned around in confusion.
!
In the distance, a black wooden figure hovered in mid-air, with a semi-transparent head and two legs, walking like the character for "six" (六). Its face was half-dark and half-light!
And by its feet was a brightly colored mountain chicken.
Mo Yuanjiao involuntarily stepped back in fright.
But the allure of destiny quickly overcame his fear. He gathered his courage and asked, "Are you an immortal?"
Mo the guard couldn't believe his ears. Had his young master become so blinded by destiny that he was calling this ghostly thing an immortal?
Liao Pantou, who had been brought over by Xiao Luan, didn't answer Mo Yuanjiao's question. He merely glanced at the large bump on his head before speaking.
"The Lingxian Sect is a restricted area. Unauthorized persons must leave immediately."
However, upon hearing this, Mo Yuanjiao was even less inclined to leave. He immediately bowed and said, "Junior Mo Yuanjiao dares to ask to join the Lingxian Sect!"
Hearing this, Liao Pantou, who had been planning to return home for more tea, paused and took a closer look at Mo Yuanjiao.
But after inspecting him, Liao Pantou showed clear disdain and said, "Single fire spiritual root? No, I don't accept fire spiritual roots. They're the ones I dislike the most."
As a cultivator with water and wood spiritual roots, he had developed a deep aversion to fire spiritual root cultivators over his five hundred years of cultivation.
Mo Yuanjiao was left stunned by the quick rejection, but it was Mo the guard who was truly taken aback.
His young master's single fire spiritual root was highly sought after by the Three Great Sects. How could this wooden ghost reject it without even considering it? And with such disdain?
He wasn't happy about this!
In his eyes, his young master was the best!
Mo the guard, determined, was about to step forward and argue with this wooden ghost when his young master, brimming with excitement, spoke first.
"No wonder this is a hidden immortal sect!"
For his spiritual root, which the Three Great Sects competed for, to be casually rejected here—it only confirmed that he had found the right place!
Mo Yuanjiao felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The reluctance he had felt about joining the Three Great Sects, out of duty to his family, was gone.
Instead, he felt as though he had found the right path!
That fortune-telling immortal had been right. If he ever had the chance to meet him again, he would have to give him a generous gift of thanks!
Far away in the capital, Song Jusheng was lying comfortably in a luxurious bed, thinking that the Mo family boy should be arriving soon.
He had already written to his sect, asking them to send someone to Anqun County to pick him up. By now, the boy was probably on his way back to the sect.
Song Jusheng imagined how, once the Mo family boy joined Shangyang Sect, the sect might even help him establish a connection with one of the major sects…
And then, wouldn't Nascent Soul be within his reach?
With such thoughts, Song Jusheng lost himself in the pleasures of his luxurious bed.
Meanwhile, back in Xiushui Village, Lin Dayou had been uneasy ever since seeing the two strangers heading towards the Lingxian Sect.
He feared they might cause trouble if they discovered the sect and tried to sabotage it.
After quickly finishing his meal, he said to Lin Yun, "Dalang, keep an eye on the house. I saw those outsiders heading towards North Mountain, and I don't know what they're up to. I'm going to take a look."
Lin Yun nodded and replied, "Father, why don't I go instead?"
Lin Dayou waved his hand. "No need. You just finish cleaning those clothes." With that, he left the house.
When Lin Dayou reached the halfway point up the mountain, he happened to witness the scene of Mo Yuanjiao trying to join the Lingxian Sect.
Seeing that Liao Pantou was there, he greeted him, "Mr. Liao, what's going on here?"
Recognizing Lin Xiao's father, Liao Pantou's expression softened as he nodded in greeting. "These two came up the mountain at night, saying they wanted to join our sect. I refused, but they're insisting on staying."
Mo Yuanjiao, seeing that Lin Dayou appeared to be an ordinary farmer, but that the wooden figure treated him kindly, cautiously asked, "May I ask who you are, sir?"
Caught off guard by the question, Lin Dayou didn't know how to respond.
Who was he? He wasn't anyone special; he was just Lin Dayou.
Noticing his hesitation, Liao Pantou stepped in and answered for him. "He's the father of our sect leader."
This young man clearly came from wealth or nobility, and while Liao Pantou didn't like fire spiritual roots, he realized that having a connection with a powerful family in the mortal world could be beneficial for their small sect.
So he introduced Lin Dayou with that intention.
Hearing that this unassuming middle-aged man was the father of the sect leader, Mo Yuanjiao had only one thought:
Destiny truly cannot be stopped when it calls!
This was the father of a sect leader!
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