After the cannon fodder sect accepted me as a disciple, all members ascended

Chapter 46 Just call! Si Xiaohei!
The eldest senior brother was busy with the recent affairs of the inner disciples, and the second senior sister went to chase her own Hunyuan Beast.

After returning from the secret realm, the third senior brother said that he wanted to study carefully how the black iron could catch fire.

The fourth senior brother took various spiritual plants and returned to his own small courtyard to begin researching new elixirs.

For a moment, Si Nian was the only one left.

He stared at the black cat for a while before pointing at it and making the final decision.

"From today on, you will be called Si Xiaohei! Got it?"

"…Meow."

Xiao Hei seemed very dissatisfied with the name, but after meowing for a long time, Si Nian didn't understand a word he said.

He simply ignored it, drew a shrinking symbol on it just like he did in the secret realm, and stuffed it back into his arms.

He turned around and walked towards Wanquan's cave.

*
A perfect cave.

Wan Quan was listening with great interest to Zhao Tian telling him what he had just learned about what happened in the secret realm.

"Zhiming has been listless since he came back. He keeps asking me how to make his sword spit out fire. How am I supposed to know this?!"

"My sword can't breathe fire!"

"Master, look at Si Nian... those who have entered the secret realm now, as well as the disciples of other sects, have all seen her move."

"Who knows, maybe they'll follow suit soon. Then when the sect competition comes... Si Nian..."

Wan Quan pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "The reason why there are different types of cultivators in the world of cultivation, such as sword cultivators, alchemy cultivators, and talisman cultivators, is ultimately because cultivators have different views on the objects they can control."

"People who practice talismans are born with the ability to project their spiritual power into talisman formations."

"Those who cultivate swords can also pour their spiritual energy into the sword. As they cultivate for a longer time, they will form a sword spirit, and their sword skills will become more powerful."

"Jiaojiao was born with the ability to control monsters with spiritual power, while Mingchen poured his spiritual power into the sound of the flute, using the sound to control the soul."

"The same is true for other kinds of spiritual practice."

"The world admires dual cultivation, but few can actually achieve it. The most important reason is the barrier he encounters when controlling another object."

"Most of them are just imitations, and they don't even grasp the essence of it."

Having said that, Wanquan's admiring eyes softened.

"This little girl is always so clever!"

"After all, the talismans she and I learned can be used by all realms, whether they are cultivators, monsters, or objects."

"So she thought, since she couldn't control the sword herself, she could let Fu do it?"

"When we entered the sect, I asked Si Nian to learn physical skills from you because her health was really poor. Even if her mental strength was strong, her body couldn't keep up. Even the most advanced talismans would only be a burden on her."

"I didn't expect that an unexpected planting would lead to such a great success."

"As for what you said about being afraid that other sects would follow suit? Ha!"

Wan Quan waved his hand, and he, who was usually lazy, showed a rare arrogant look.

"If he can draw even half as well as I can, then come and tell me about this matter."

As the two were talking, they heard brisk footsteps outside.

Then he heard Si Nian shouting, "Old man, are you there?!"

Wan Quan, who had just been full of domineering air, twitched his gray beard twice after hearing these words.

Under Zhao Quan's embarrassed gaze, he turned around.

Just pretend that the person Si Nian was calling was not himself.

But Si Nian's voice was like calling a soul, coming from far away and getting closer, with different tones.

The veins on Wanquan’s forehead were throbbing faster and faster!

Finally unable to bear it any longer, he suddenly jumped up!

Roll up your sleeves and go outside.

Then Zhao Tian heard, "Bang!", "Clang!"...

"Ouch, it hurts! Why didn't you make a sound?"

"I'm not a rat, what's there to squeak about? You little girl, you're so bold! How dare you call me old?!"

"..."

Zhao Tian was in the cave, looking at the shaking teacup in front of him.

He sighed, raised his teacup leisurely, and shook his head.

"Master, it's not that I won't help you, but it's time for you to feel the pain of taking care of Si Nian..."

*
After a long while, Si Nian, with a bump on his head, looked embarrassed and resentful as he sat next to Wan Quan.

"Why do you come to me instead of practicing well?" Wan Quan poured himself a cup of tea calmly.

Si Nian came back to his senses, scratched his head, and then remembered the purpose of his visit.

He simply explained how a third spiritual root had suddenly appeared in his body.

Finally, he added: "Is my situation normal?"

The water in Wanquan's teacup suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He looked at Zhao Tian in amazement, and after a moment, he repeated it again.

"You said a third spiritual root appeared in your body?"

"Yeah, it's yellow. I'm thinking...it should be an earth spirit root, right?"

Wanquan swallowed his saliva.

His expression now was as if spirit stones had suddenly rained down.

He wanted to revel in the rain of spirit stones! He wanted to take all the spirit stones away!

But I was also afraid that the spirit stone would hurt me.

After calming himself down for a moment, he feigned composure and said, "Isn't it just a spiritual root? What's the big fuss?"

Then he asked cautiously but expectantly, "How does it feel? Are you repulsed?"

Si Nian felt it and shook his head.

"We get along quite harmoniously, but it takes a bit of spiritual energy."

Wanquan felt a little relieved after hearing her say this.

"Oh, by the way, there's also my sword." Si Nian took out his toy-like wooden sword and placed it on the table.

I said distressedly: "It's all cracked, how can I maintain it?"

Wan Quan looked over and saw that there were already some cracks on the blade of the wooden sword.

It seems that this ordinary wooden sword cannot withstand the power of his talisman.

Seeing that Zhao Tian was also frowning and looking at him, he secretly winked at him.

Then he looked at Si Nian and said that he felt sorry for her.

He crossed his legs and drank the tea here in big gulps like a thirsty man.

I just felt my fist harden again.

He endured it again and again, but he couldn't help it anymore! He slapped her on the forehead.

Regretful: "You have grown spiritual roots, but your sea of ​​consciousness has not expanded! You can only use so much spiritual power! And you have to use three spiritual roots, there is no way it will be enough!"

"I can tell you haven't been practicing well in the secret realm! You're only at the fourth level of foundation building now."

"What did your master tell you?! I told you to practice more in the secret realm! And absorb more spiritual energy!"

"You're so good! You went in and let the monsters chase you. You finally got a chance to show off your power, but you still spit while you're hacking."

"Now Wei Yi gets sick whenever he sees crushed spiritual herbs!"

"Shame on you, shame on you..."

Si Nian scratched his ears, "I know... I..."

"What do you know?! You know nothing!" Wan Quan glared and blew his beard!
"Starting tomorrow, you'll come to my place every day, do you hear me?!"

"Really?!" Si Nian's eyes lit up, "I finally don't have to practice physical skills anymore?"

"Oh, I had forgotten about that if you hadn't mentioned it."

Hearing Wan Quan say this, Si Nian's face fell.

Sure enough, Wanquan's next sentence was: "Then you follow Elder Zhao every day, and come to me when you're done."

Si Nian: "..."

*
After Si Nian's depressed figure disappeared, Zhao Tiancai couldn't wait to say:

"Sect Master, that spiritual root..."

Wan Quan's face finally revealed an undisguised smile: "I never thought of it, I really never thought of it."

"They say spiritual roots are determined from the moment one is born. I've never heard of anyone cultivating an extra root!"

"Great, great!"

(End of this chapter)