Investiture of the Gods Xiao Sheng, the Poor Taoist Priest, Even Rogue Cultivators Have Human Rights

However, in Xiao Sheng’s eyes, a tiny acquired spiritual root was not worth mentioning, so he took it out calmly. Seeing this, Zhong Yuan was stunned, his face slightly flushed, and he waved his hands repeatedly and said, ”The Immortal is sincere, but I only provided some information. I really can’t afford such a generous gift.”

The reason why he specifically reminded Xiao Sheng was because there were few human cultivators on Jin’ao Island. As they shared the same bloodline of Yan and Huang, they naturally developed a spirit of mutual assistance, and he was not seeking any benefits.

Xiao Sheng responded with a smile: ”It’s just a small gift, there’s no need to be polite, fellow Daoist.” Before he finished speaking, the blood-colored Ganoderma lucidum had silently fallen into Zhong Yuan’s hands.

Zhong Yuan wanted to refuse, but the moment he touched the blood-red spiritual root, he felt the tremendous power contained in it. If he could refine it, his cultivation would surely advance by leaps and bounds. He couldn’t take his eyes away for a moment, and finally bit his lip and stammered a few words, then accepted the Ganoderma lucidum with a shy face.

At the same time, he bowed solemnly and said, ”Thank you, Immortal, for the gift of treasure.”

”Recently, I have made a slight breakthrough in my cultivation, and I am trying to comprehend new magical powers. I heard that Jin’ao Island is a blessed place for saints. I wonder if it is possible to learn advanced magical powers?”

Then, Xiao Sheng asked.

Previously, Zhong Yuan described himself as an outer disciple of Jiejiao, and perhaps he knew some inside information, so Xiao Sheng took this opportunity to ask him a few questions. Although under normal circumstances, non-direct disciples have difficulty in accessing great supernatural powers, this is Jiejiao after all, which implements the concept of ”teaching without distinction”.

If there is a way, maybe I can really find a way to learn skills.

“Great magical power?” Zhong Yuan was quite shocked after hearing this. “That is the top magical power that only the direct disciples can learn. We outer disciples have no chance to see it.”

”Direct disciple?” Xiao Sheng frowned slightly.

”In theory, only disciples can practice it, but Jiejiao does not strictly prohibit the secrets from being passed on to outsiders. If a suitable way can be found, even independent practitioners outside the sect should have the opportunity to learn. Please wait a moment, Immortal, I will go and find out.” Zhong Yuan replied hurriedly.

After receiving a supreme acquired spiritual root from Xiao Sheng, Zhong Yuan became more concerned about Xiao Sheng’s affairs.

”In that case, thank you very much, fellow Daoist.” Xiao Sheng smiled.

Zhong Yuan set off immediately. The journey took three days. At dawn on the third day, Zhong Yuan came running over with a smug look on his face, saying, ”Immortal Venerable, I have found out the situation!”

”Hmm?” Xiao Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, full of anticipation.

”My second generation disciples have all reached the Golden Immortal realm and have no interest in such trivial matters. However, the third generation disciples are different. As long as there are enough exchange conditions, they may be willing to spread the great way.”

Zhong Yuan said with a smile: ”Among the three generations of disciples, there are two who are very likely to master great supernatural powers, and they are the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit and Yiqi Immortal Yu Yuan.”

”Holy Mother of Fire Spirit? The remaining energy of the One Qi Immortal?” Xiao Sheng’s heart was in turmoil.

These two people are both very famous in the world of Fengshen.

Among them, Yiqixian Yu Yuan is a senior disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother. In his hands are the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, Ruyi Qiankun Bag, Golden Light File and other powerful artifacts. His face is as indigo as the sea, he has red hair and fangs, he is burly and tall, about 17 or 18 feet tall, and has an indestructible body.

Because of his love for his young son, he once fought fiercely with the top warriors of the Chan sect, and his record was brilliant. Even when he was captured, no one could hurt him at all, until Lu Ya used his Flying Knife to cut off his head!