Primordial Treasure Mirror

"This is the last time."

"After tomorrow, my senior brothers and sisters will take me back to the sect, and we will hardly have the chance to meet again in the future."

"Forget about me, and marry a woman who is a good match for you."

A room in the Elm Tree City Inn.

On the bed, Zhao Qingyao was breathing heavily, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, calmly looking at the man in front of her.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful and familiar face before him, Su Yang felt a surge of resentment in his eyes.

"I also have spiritual roots, and I can cultivate immortality too."

Zhao Qingyao looked reluctant:

"You have five spiritual roots."

The resentment in Su Yang's eyes was instantly shattered, and he became much more dejected.

Yes.

He possesses five spiritual roots.

What are the Five Spiritual Roots?

To put it nicely, it's called a mixed spiritual root; normally, it's called a useless spiritual root, meaning a waste.

Zhao Qingyao is different; she possesses a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

The most top-tier spiritual root in the cultivation world, with no bottlenecks in cultivation up to the Core Formation stage.

Su Yang, with his five spiritual roots, could at most work as a menial servant in small sects, while Zhao Qingyao was sought after even by large sects.

Before yesterday.

The two were still a loving young couple.

Zhao Qingyao was Su Yang's adopted daughter-in-law. The two had a good relationship since childhood and were very loving after they got married.

Until yesterday's Ascension Ceremony.

Zhao Qingyao's discovery of a water-based celestial spiritual root instantly made her a sought-after figure by various immortal sects.

He was eventually accepted as an inner disciple by Bihu Mountain, one of the five great immortal sects of the Great Chu.

Su Yang, on the other hand, possessed mixed spiritual roots of the five elements. No major sect would accept him as a disciple, so he ended up working as a menial disciple in a small immortal sect called Qingyang Sect.

When the results came out, their statuses were worlds apart.

A couple who had vowed to be together forever suddenly found themselves separated by a chasm that seemed like an insurmountable barrier.

Zhao Qingyao is not a heartless or ungrateful person.

But the temptation of cultivating immortality was right in front of her, and she found it hard to give it up.

Su Yang was not unable to understand.

If it were him, he might make the same choice as Zhao Qingyao.

He was just unwilling to accept it.

He was unwilling to separate from his wife.

They were even more unwilling to accept that he had a useless spiritual root and no future.

He also longed to become an immortal, to ride the wind on a sword, and to live forever.

Seeing that Su Yang had his head down.

Zhao Qingyao sighed, looked away, and said softly:

"If I have the chance, I will try to help you."

Su Yang remained silent.

After a moment, he looked directly at Zhao Qingyao, his tone firm:

"No need, you don't owe me anything. Take care in the future."

"I also have my own path to walk."

Zhao Qingyao stared blankly at him, then finally leaned down and whispered in his ear:

"Can we do it one more time?"

Neither of them slept that night.

......

Day two.

Su Yang, sporting dark circles under his eyes, rubbed his lower back as he arrived outside the inn.

Zhao Qingyao went too far last night.

Even though he was born with more energy than others, he still found it hard to keep up.

Zhao Qingyao seemed fine, and resumed her usual aloof demeanor in front of others.

Su Yang was much more relaxed than last night.

At this moment, I even had the leisure to secretly reflect:

The old saying is absolutely true: there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that is over-plowed.

The two were about to head to the center of the city together.

Two cultivators, a man and a woman, landed gracefully.

The two were dressed in robes from Bihu Mountain.

The female cultivator's eyes lit up when she saw Zhao Qingyao:

"Junior Sister Qingyao."

Zhao Qingyao was somewhat surprised:

"Senior Sister Mu, Senior Brother Chu, what brings you here?"

"Isn't it because I wanted to see you sooner?" Senior Sister Mu stepped forward and took her hand.

Senior Brother Chu nodded with a smile.

Zhao Qingyao looked moved:

"Thank you, senior brothers and sisters."

Senior Brother Chu noticed Su Yang and frowned slightly:

"Junior sister, is this your mortal husband?"

Zhao Qingyao looked at Su Yang, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

She nodded slightly, her expression indifferent.

Seeing this, Senior Brother Chu nodded in satisfaction and looked down at Su Yang:

"Junior Sister Qingyao has joined Bihu Mountain, and there is hope for her to achieve immortality in the future."

"You're nothing but a piece of trash with five spiritual roots. Compared to her, you're nothing but an ant. Don't ever appear in front of her again, lest you disturb her cultivation."

Su Yang was startled and looked at Zhao Qingyao.

Zhao Qingyao looked away, her tone as cold as ice:

"Su Yang, what my senior brother said is right, we are now worlds apart."

"You are nothing more than a past part of my mortal life, not worth mentioning."

From this day forward, our relationship is severed, and we have no further connection.

As soon as she said it, she felt a pang of pain in her heart.

But she knew she had to say it.

She will become a disciple of her master and cultivate the path of ruthlessness.

If she shows even a hint of reluctance towards Su Yang, Senior Brother Chu will surely sever her ties of affection for her.

The way to sever emotional ties is to sever ties with a person.

"Senior sister, senior brother, let's go."

Senior Sister Mu nodded, her eyes never daring to look at Su Yang from beginning to end.

She took Zhao Qingyao's hand, and the two of them rose into the air on the wind.

Senior Brother Chu gave Su Yang one last look, his gaze as if he were looking at an ant:

"Remember my words, toads should stay in the mud."

The three of them transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Zhao Qingyao never looked back.

Su Yang stared blankly at the sky, in the direction where the three had disappeared.

A mix of emotions churned within him.

Anger, humiliation, resentment, sadness, helplessness...

It turns out that without strength and qualifications, you are nothing.

Yesterday they were a loving couple, but today they can turn on each other and be heartless.

Before he had even truly entered the world of cultivation, he had already learned a harsh lesson.

at this time.

"Sir, sir!"

A voice came from behind.

Su Yang snapped out of his daze and turned to look.

He's the innkeeper's waiter.

The waiter handed him a package and a letter.

"Before she left, that fairy asked me to give this to you."

Su Yang reached out and took it.

He tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.

Familiar handwriting came into view:

"To my husband."

"I have kept all the Qi Condensation Pills bestowed by the sect in my package. Although they cannot change my spiritual root, they will still be beneficial to my cultivation."

"I will cultivate the path of ruthlessness, which requires severing all emotional ties. Forget me, and do not come looking for me."

May you be safe and happy, and have no regrets in this life.

Su Yang's hand holding the letter was trembling.

He recalled Zhao Qingyao's reaction just now and understood everything.

She hadn't changed after all.

He was just too incompetent.

Su Yang carefully folded the letter and put it away close to his body.

After doing all this, he straightened up and looked towards the center of the city.

"Qingyao, I will definitely become stronger."

"Strong enough that one day I can stand proudly beside you."

"So strong that no one can separate us anymore."

......

We arrived in the center of the city.

The sect deacons and disciples who tested spiritual roots yesterday are all here.

The major sects were clearly divided, each occupying a region according to its status.

Among them, the most prominent are naturally the top immortal sects such as Bihu Mountain.

The Qingyang Sect was located on the edge, inconspicuous at all.

Su Yang stepped forward and handed over the entry pass that had been given to him yesterday.

The Qingyang Sect disciple in charge of the matter took the certificate, saw the words "Five Spiritual Roots," and casually tossed it back to him, saying impatiently:

"Go wait at the back; we'll leave once everyone's here."

Su Yang calmly put away the voucher and thanked him.

He took a few steps back and saw some familiar faces.

It was the same immortal seedling who had been accepted into the Qingyang Sect along with him yesterday.

These people were now standing in three different places.

The three locations represent three levels of disciples.

Inner disciples, outer disciples, and miscellaneous disciples.

You can tell at a glance which part represents which type of disciple.

There were the most menial disciples, while the inner disciples were all alone.

The three people did not communicate with each other at all.

Some of the outer disciples tried to curry favor with the inner disciple, but the inner disciple simply ignored them.

The difference in status was already clear at this point.

Su Yang kept walking and soon arrived at the place where the miscellaneous disciples were.

He had no acquaintances, and no one approached him to chat.

Su Yang was content and enjoyed the peace and quiet.

Before long, the various immortal sects were about to set off.

The top immortal sects were the first to leave.

Among them, a flying boat that blotted out the sky arrived directly at Bihu Mountain.

A giant hand descended from the flying boat and snatched away the people from Bihu Mountain in the city.

Su Yang could see it clearly; Zhao Qingyao was among them.

After the flying boat from Bihu Mountain departed.

Several more medium-sized airships arrived one after another.

Finally, there are the smaller sects like Qingyang Sect.

Compared to other immortal sects like Bihu Mountain, Qingyang Sect's departure was much more meager.

The inner sect deacon of Qingyang Sect simply took out a green leaf magic artifact and worked together with several inner sect disciples to activate it.

The green leaf artifact grew to enormous size.

The steward instructed everyone to stand on the green leaf artifact. A protective shield rose around the artifact, and once the shield enveloped it, the green leaf soared into the sky and headed towards the Qingyang Sect.

The green leaf magic weapon flew very steadily.

Su Yang sat amidst the green leaves and opened the package Zhao Qingyao handed him.

"Huh? What's this?"

A bronze mirror had somehow appeared in the package.