The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

To avoid disturbing Ye Sheng's recovery, Shen Qingqiu gave him a few brief instructions and then left.

Seeing his brother's miserable state, Ye Kai was so frightened that tears streamed down his face.

"Brother! Brother! What's wrong with you?" Ye Kai rushed to Ye Sheng's side, his little face filled with fear.

"It's alright, brother, it's alright." Ye Sheng forced a smile and gently stroked his younger brother's head. "It's just a minor injury from the competition. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Afterwards, he told Ye Kai to go back inside first, while he forced himself to walk to the edge of the herb garden, picked a few leaves of the green vine, and dug out a small section of root.

After quickly dealing with the situation, Ye Sheng locked himself in his room.

His most pressing need now is to recover his strength as quickly as possible. The threat from Pang Fu and the Second Elder of the Enforcement Hall hangs like a sword of Damocles, ready to fall at any moment.

Ye Sheng sat cross-legged in the room. He put the few leaves and roots of the green vine, along with the Rejuvenation Pill given to him by Shen Qingqiu, into a ceramic bowl, poured in water, and then slowly heated the bottom of the bowl with his internal energy.

As the medicine entered his throat, a gentler and more mellow medicinal power than the Rejuvenating Pill instantly flowed throughout his body.

Ye Sheng could feel that the damaged meridians and internal organs in his body were repairing at an astonishing speed.

With the continuous blessing of Ye Kai's "power of creation", this green vine has become an extraordinary spiritual plant.

Ye Sheng once again activated the "Thick Earth Technique," guiding his internal energy to repair his meridians and stabilize his blood and qi.

He knew that although the breakthroughs and fierce battles during this period had greatly increased his strength, they might also have sown the seeds of future problems.

The Blood Burning Blade Technique is ultimately an incomplete and deadly demonic art. Every time it is used with all one's might, the backlash pain is unforgettable.

He must find a way to counteract it as soon as possible, otherwise he will eventually be completely devoured and killed by this demonic power.

Overnight, Ye Sheng's injuries had mostly healed, but he was severely depleted of qi and blood and needed a long period of recuperation.

He struggled to his feet and walked to the window. Outside, the sun was rising, casting a magnificent glow.

Looking at the vibrant spiritual plants in the herb garden, Ye Sheng suddenly had a realization: Ye Kai's "Power of Creation" might be able to help him resolve the backlash from the Burning Blood Blade Technique.

Meanwhile, in the inner disciples' quarters, inside a magnificent palace, an old man dressed in black robes with a sinister face sat in the main seat.

He was Wu Fei, the second elder of the Enforcement Hall of the Qingyun Sword Sect, a cultivator in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

At this moment, Wu Fei's face was ashen, his gaze gloomy, radiating a chilling aura of power. Below him, Pang Fu knelt on one knee, his severed arm wrapped in thick bandages, his face filled with resentment and bitterness.

"Master, you must do justice for your disciple!"

Pang Fu cried out, "That Ye Sheng is ruthless. He not only secretly killed Du Qiang, but also severed one of his disciples' hands! Yesterday, during the selection competition, he even used a strange demonic technique to kill He Ping."

"This boy is deeply bloodthirsty and cunning; if he is not severely punished, he may bring great disaster upon the sect!"

Wu Fei sneered, "What a piece of trash! A mere mortal martial artist managed to cut off your hand! I bet you've wasted your Foundation Establishment cultivation!"

Pang Fu trembled, not daring to refute.

"However," Wu Fei changed the subject, and said in a deep voice, "this matter is indeed strange. How can a spiritual plant martial artist possess such terrifying combat power? Moreover, the swordsmanship he uses is very strange and is not an ordinary martial art."

His gaze turned cold as he looked at Pang Fu and asked, "Do you know the origin of Ye Sheng's swordsmanship?"

Pang Fu shook his head: "This disciple does not know. But that sword technique is ruthless and unpredictable, with astonishing power, and is definitely not a righteous martial art of the secular world."

Upon hearing this, Wu Fei pondered for a moment, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and whispered, "Could he be a spy from the demonic sect who has infiltrated my sect?"

Three days later, the outer training ground of the Qingyun Sword Sect was once again crowded with people and bustling with activity, with many sect disciples and servants watching.

The ten spirit planters and spirit feeders who passed the special selection competition for outer disciples also gathered here, waiting for the sect elders to conduct spiritual root tests.

Spiritual roots are the foundation of a cultivator's talent. Without spiritual roots, even the most talented mortal cannot embark on the path of cultivation.

The higher the quality of one's spiritual root, the faster one's cultivation speed, and the greater one's future achievements.

Throughout the entire Azure Netherworld, cultivators hold the most revered status. Even a mere Qi Refining stage cultivator is respectfully addressed as "Immortal Venerable" in the mortal world.

Even high-ranking martial artists or officials must treat him with respect and dare not offend him easily. After all, no one can predict what realm this Qi Refining cultivator will reach in the future.

Just like Du Tao, although he was only a Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator, he was able to pay a lot of money to have He Ping, who was in the Meridian Opening Stage, act as his assassin.

At this moment, Ye Sheng stood calmly in the crowd.

After three days of recuperation, his injuries had basically healed, and his energy and blood had recovered to about 80%. However, the backlash from the Blood Burning Blade Technique still left him feeling somewhat tired.

He glanced around and quickly spotted two familiar faces in the crowd: Du Tao and Zhu Zhang.

At this moment, Du Tao was hiding behind Zhu Zhang, his eyes filled with resentment, but he dared not meet Ye Sheng's gaze. Zhu Zhang, on the other hand, had a gloomy expression, clearly quite dissatisfied with Ye Sheng's advancement to outer disciple.

Ye Sheng ignored them, because he knew very well that these two wouldn't dare to openly attack him yet. His primary concern right now was the result of the spiritual root test.

"Junior Brother Ye Sheng, you've finally arrived."

Suddenly, a clear, cold voice came from the side.

Ye Sheng turned around and saw Shen Qingqiu standing not far away, wearing a light blue dress that made her look even more beautiful and refined.

Her gaze fell on Ye Sheng, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Senior Sister Shen." Ye Sheng clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"How are your injuries? Have you fully recovered?" Shen Qingqiu asked with concern.

"I'm much better now, thank you for your concern, Senior Sister," Ye Sheng replied.

Shen Qingqiu nodded and said, "Do you know that the strange swordsmanship you used to kill He Ping has attracted the attention of other people in the sect with ulterior motives? You must be careful."

Ye Sheng felt a chill run down his spine and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "Thank you for the reminder, Senior Sister."

Just then, an old man dressed in a black robe with a sinister face walked up from the high platform. It was Wu Fei.

His gaze was sharp as he swept over the crowd below the stage, finally settling on Ye Sheng.

"Today, I will personally conduct spiritual root tests for you."

Wu Fei's voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the entire training ground.

He raised his hand and waved, and a streak of light flew out and landed in the center of the training ground.

The stream of light landed and transformed into a green stone tablet about half a person's height. The surface of the tablet was as smooth as a mirror, and it was covered with mysterious runes.

"This is the 'Spirit Testing Tablet'," Wu Fei explained. "The tester simply places their palm on it to determine the attribute and quality of their spiritual root."

He paused briefly, his gaze returning to Ye Sheng, and said in a deep voice, "Ye Sheng, you haven't been in my sect long, yet you've already managed to defeat your opponent and claim first place with your profound techniques. Your strength as first place is truly well-deserved. So, you shall go first for the test!"

His tone lacked any warmth or praise; instead, it carried a cold suspicion.

These words caused an uproar. After all, many people present knew more or less about the feud between Ye Sheng and Pang Fu.

Although it has not been confirmed before that Pang Fu's hand was severed by Ye Sheng, "there is no smoke without fire," and this matter must be related to Ye Sheng.

Wu Fei was Pang Fu's master, and he was known for his vindictiveness; he was clearly here for Ye Sheng. At this moment, everyone had noticed something amiss and began whispering among themselves.