Chapter 1 — Awakening Spiritual Roots scolded and cried at the entire Cultivation Immortal World

In the world of cultivating immortals, awakening spiritual roots is the most important event. Other people's spiritual roots are either dragons or phoenixes. A little worse is also an ancient divine sword, at worst it must also have SSS level elemental affinity. When it was my turn, the golden light gradually dissipated, and a colorful... parrot appeared in my palm. The whole school was as quiet as paper. The examiner in charge of awakening was Elder Truong, a very kind person. He sadly patted my shoulder:

“Child, don't be discouraged. This spiritual root…”

He hadn't finished speaking yet, the parrot in my hand suddenly opened its mouth:

"Old man, who are you? Your Mediterranean hairstyle is also unique. Are you afraid of water getting on top of your head when it rains? And your cultivation level, you've been stuck in Jin Dan for thirty years, right? At this speed, turtles can fly ahead of you!"

Elder Truong was stunned. Right after that, the over two hundred year old Kim Dan elder, respected by countless people, let out a "wow" sound and burst into tears. Just like that, thanks to a poisonous-mouthed parrot, I was brought into Thanh Van Tong while crying and begging. ## 1 My name is Lang Nguyet. Having been in Thanh Van Sect for three years, I did more work than anyone else, but my cultivation level was lower than anyone else's. There is no other way. All my aura was sucked clean by the parrot named "To An" in my palm. To keep it from causing trouble, every day we wrap it around our wrists with cloth, pretending to be a piece of jewelry. Today, while I was diligently pulling weeds in the medicinal field, senior brother Phuong Than led a group of entourage with an imposing manner passing by. Phuong Than is the son of the sect master, the proud son of heaven, whose spiritual root is the Fire Phoenix that is rare to see in hundreds of years. He stopped in front of me, looked down from above, frowned tightly.

“Lang Nguyet, you truly disgrace our Thanh Van Sect.”

The entourage behind him immediately chimed in:

"That's right! A waste with the spiritual roots of a pet bird, why does he still have the face to stay in the sect?"

“I heard that she ties that bird to her hand every day, afraid that others won't know she's trash.”

I bowed my head without speaking, continuously reciting Thanh Tam Quyet in my heart. The strip of fabric on the wrist moved slightly. A voice that only I could hear echoed in my head:

"Look at his stupid appearance, his nostrils pointing up to the sky, are you afraid that his nose hair will grow out and hit his chin? What about the Fire Phoenix, I can clearly see it's a roasted turkey!"

The corners of my lips curled up crazily, almost laughing out loud. Phuong Than's face darkened.

"You still dare to laugh? A waste that even Truc Co is as difficult as you, what right do you have to laugh?"

He thought I was laughing at him. I quickly suppressed my laughter and bowed my head lower. The voice in my head continued:

"Quickly look at him, he's frantic! He's really frantic! His face is as red as a monkey's butt, is it possible that he wants to go outside but can't find a toilet?"

My shoulders began to shake violently. Impossible. I can't bear it anymore. Phuong Than saw that I was so "embarrassed" that my whole body was shaking, and immediately snorted coldly.

“Next month's sect competition, trash like you don't need to participate anymore, to avoid embarrassing our outer sect.”

After speaking, he waved his sleeves and left. The entourage behind me pointed at me as they walked.

"Do you hear me, trash? Senior brother told you not to come and embarrass yourself."

“If I were her, I would be free rolled down the mountain a long time ago.”

When they go away, I dare to raise my head. My face was holding back laughter until it turned purple.

"To An, if you say one more word, I won't be able to eat dinner today."

There was a snorting sound from the fabric on the wrist.

“Whoa, if you don't say it, don't say it. With a bit of his cat-scratching skills, I can defeat him with just my wings.”

I sighed, looked at the spiritual herbs trampled by Phuong Than, and silently set them up. The leader of the small competition sect will be rewarded with a Thanh Uan Dan. It is said that this medicinal pill can cleanse the spiritual roots and raise the level. I don't need to raise my level. I just hope that after To An eats that pill, he can learn to keep his mouth shut. Therefore, in this little contest, I must participate. ## 2 The preliminary round of the sect's small competition was held in the Van Beast Garden, requiring disciples to distinguish demonic beasts and their weaknesses. This is the ticket for outer sect disciples to become inner sect disciples, and is also an important way to gain cultivation resources. Years ago, we all gave up directly. But this year, for the quiet of my ears, I have come. I stood with a group of outer disciples. Phuong Than, as the representative of the inner sect disciples, stood on a high platform, his contemptuous eyes sweeping over everyone. When his eyes fell on people, the contempt in his eyes was not hidden. Preliminary begins. The elder deacon released the illusion of the first demon beast. It was a monster with a completely black body, shaped like a fierce tiger, with a horn growing on its forehead.

“What demon beast is this? Where is the weakness?”

The surrounding disciples began to whisper, racking their brains. In my head, To An's lazy voice rang out:

“Oh my, isn't that Iron Horn Tiger in Hei Fengkou? It looks scary, but it's actually a blind man opening his eyes. The weak point is located in the third toe of the left hind leg, touching it causes a fall. Last time I drank with his brothers, he said so himself."

Ta: “…” Have you ever drank with a monster? I silently wrote the answer on the jade slip. The elder deacon quickly released the second and third children.

“Three Eyes Bich Tinh Thiem. Weakness is fear of being tickled, especially the abdomen."

“Xich Diem Love Lang. Don't think he's good at playing with fire, he's actually a dry duck. Throw water in his face and he'll be stunned."

“The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox? It's fake. The tails are all glued on, just pull its tail and you'll be fine."

I just listened to To An's "on-the-spot commentary" while writing like flying.