txolops Chapter 108 Little White, This Person Can't Be Accepted
Chapter 108 Little White, This Person Can't Be Accepted
When Han Baibai led his four newly accepted disciples into Master Yunlu's cave, a faint sandalwood fragrance immediately filled the originally tranquil space.
"Grandpa!" Han Baibai rushed forward as soon as he entered, tightly hugging Yunlu's arm and shaking it gently. With a beaming smile, he pushed out the four people behind him like he was showing off a treasure. "Look, the promising talents I found! Tu You, Xiao Lang, Jiang Zhongtian, Jiu Tong, take a look!"
Ancestor Yunlu, who was sitting upright on the jade couch with her eyes closed in meditation, softened instantly upon hearing this charming voice.
He sighed helplessly yet indulgently, letting his granddaughter tug at his sleeve, and said gently, "You silly girl, all you do is run around outside all day."
After saying that, he raised his hand and gently tidied the stray hairs by Han Baibai's ear. The spiritual energy emanating from his fingertips was gentle and pure, full of the unreserved love of an elder for a younger generation.
However, when Yunlu's divine sense casually swept over the four children, her loving gaze suddenly sharpened.
"These two children are no good; they're just pawns sent by someone else." Yunlu withdrew her divine sense, her tone as calm as if she were commenting on the nice weather, but a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.
Since the Hehuan Sect announced that it would recruit disciples with five spiritual roots, it has become a perfectly normal practice for various sects to secretly plant spies.
In the eyes of those demonic cultivators, children with five spiritual roots are like mortal ants, and they don't care how many die. As long as they can use this opportunity to explore the secrets of the Joyful Union Sect, it's a sure-fire way to make money.
"Oh dear, Ancestor~" Han Baibai wasn't angry at all. Instead, she raised her chin confidently and blinked her almond-shaped eyes at Yun Lu. "I just want you to step in and help solve the problem! Besides, the four of them make a perfect team. It wouldn't be complete without one!"
Faced with her granddaughter's whining and pouting, Yunlu couldn't muster even the slightest temper.
Looking into Han Baibai's bright eyes, the coldness in his heart melted into a pool of spring water. He could only gently explain, "Alright, as you wish. The restriction on that girl's body was very rudimentary. The ancestor just removed it for you."
At this point, Yunlu's gaze fell on the boy named Jiang Zhongtian, and her eyes darkened completely: "But the restriction on this boy's soul is extremely insidious. If I forcibly remove it for him, he will definitely suffer a backlash and his soul will be scattered on the spot."
Seeing her granddaughter's slightly furrowed brows, Yunlu's heart softened. After a moment's thought, she softly suggested, "However, I've already noticed something amiss. Since this boy is a problem, how about I use him to exchange for a more obedient and good disciple for you?"
"Great! Great!" Han Baibai's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this. She clapped her hands excitedly and said, "If we're going to exchange it, can we exchange it for someone with a special physique? If not, even a Heavenly Spiritual Root would be fine!"
Looking at her granddaughter's greedy and money-grubbing face, Yunlu couldn't help but reach out and gently tap her nose with her finger, scolding her playfully, "You have quite the appetite! Fine, your great-grandmother will go and try it for you."
After saying that, Yunlu scooped up Jiang Zhongtian, who was still trembling with fear, and with a flash, she transformed into a streak of light and rushed out of the Hehuan Sect, heading straight towards the Demon Flame Sect.
Just one month later, earth-shattering news spread throughout the cultivation world: the Supreme Elder of the Demon Flame Sect, Crimson Flame Venerable, had fought a battle with Ancestor Cloud Dew, and after Cloud Dew left, he announced that he would go into seclusion.
When Yunlu returned to the Hehuan Sect, she had a female cultivator named Zhao Ling'er by her side.
The little girl stood there timidly, her eyes bright and her demeanor extraordinary; she was indeed a genuine water-attribute celestial spirit root.
"My ancestor loves me the most!" Han Baibai looked at her newly acquired precious disciple and happily jumped into Yunlu's arms.
Yunlu simply smiled and shook his head, stroking her long hair with indulgent eyes. It was as if he would be willing to do anything to make his granddaughter happy, let alone become a Supreme Elder of the Demon Flame Sect, or even overturn the entire cultivation world.
In a secluded valley of the Hehuan Sect, the wind howled fiercely.
Han Baibai sat upright on the stone platform, his eyes sharp as he swept over the new disciples below, who stood crookedly and with various expressions.
She didn't speak immediately, but let the pressure from the Core Formation stage cultivator envelop the entire area like an invisible giant net, making everyone's breathing heavier.
"Raise your head!" she shouted coldly. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with spiritual power, making people's eardrums ache.
As the crowd cautiously raised their faces, she slowly spoke, her voice chillingly cold: "Look at yourselves! Five spiritual roots, utterly useless! Heavenly spiritual roots, extraordinary talent, yet you're often the first to die! In the eyes of those prestigious sects, you're not even worthy of being cultivation furnaces! I don't need to tell you how cruel this cultivation world is, do I? Following the natural order leads to mortal, defying it leads to immortality! Without a background, without resources, you'll only ever be like ants, fighting monsters for a few low-grade spirit stones, ending up with nothing but bones! That's your fate!"
The audience was completely silent. The young Tu You was so frightened that her eyes were red and she was trembling.
Han Baibai abruptly changed the subject, his eyes suddenly turning fervent. He abruptly stood up and shouted, "But—do you want to establish your foundation?!"
After a brief silence, a few scattered, trembling replies came from the audience: "...Yes."
"Didn't you eat?! I'm asking you, do you want to establish your foundation?!" Han Baibai raised his voice again.
"Yes!!" This time, the voices were much more unified.
"Very good!" Han Baibai nodded in satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with a highly persuasive light. "Then, do you want to spend spirit stones as you please? Eat pills like candy? And never have to depend on anyone's whims again?!"
This time, everyone's eyes lit up, and they roared in unison, "Yes!!!"
"Then let me ask you, do you want to form your core?! Do you want to become a high and mighty elder, able to command thousands to submit with a single word, and have a hundred people respond to your call?!"
"Yes!!!" The disciples below were ignited by the fervent atmosphere, and many of them were so excited that they trembled all over and their faces turned red.
Han Baibai's lips curled into a breathtaking smile, her voice seemingly possessing a kind of magic that struck straight to the depths of one's soul: "Then dare you be even bolder?! Do you want to form your Nascent Souls?! Do you want to establish your own sect and become its founding patriarch?! Do you want to leave your indelible mark on this vast world of cultivation?!"
A brief commotion broke out in the crowd.
Some people were blinded by this grand vision and blindly echoed it.
Some retained a sliver of reason, their eyes filled with confusion and inferiority, muttering to themselves, "We...we have five spiritual roots...how is this possible?"
They simply couldn't believe that someone as lowly as themselves was worthy of gazing upon such a beautiful dream from the heavens.
Looking down at the struggling, yearning, and self-doubting faces below, Han Baibai took a deep breath.
An indescribable feeling of exhilaration surged from the depths of my heart straight to the top of my head!
The feeling of having the fate, faith, and even souls of a group of people firmly in one's grasp is even more intoxicating than breaking through to a higher realm!
She forcefully suppressed the morbid excitement in her eyes, replacing it with a compassionate yet resolute expression, and abruptly flicked her sleeve:
"Crush your inferiority complex! Listen carefully! From the moment you knelt before me and became my disciples, Han Baibai, all of this is no longer a dream! It is the path you are destined to walk!"
She looked down at the crowd, speaking slowly and deliberately, her voice ringing out: "Those who understand, kowtow!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the older Xiao Lang was the first to react.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he slammed his knees heavily onto the hard stone slab, his forehead pressed firmly to the ground, and loudly swore: "Disciple Xiao Lang pays respects to Master! From this day forward, I swear by my very soul to be eternally loyal to Master, at your beck and call! If I harbor any disloyalty, may I be struck down by heaven and earth, and my very soul be consumed by fire!!"
With Xiao Lang taking the lead, the others suddenly realized that if they fell behind even half a step, they would miss the chance to change their fate, and they all knelt down in a rush.
"Disciple pays respects to Master! I swear to be loyal to you to the death! If I disobey, may my soul be consumed by flames!!"
The orderly sounds of kowtows and vows echoed through the valley.
Han Baibai stood on the high platform, feeling the group of boys below who were once as lowly as mud now submitting to her without reservation.
She slightly raised her chin, and the fervor ignited by ultimate satisfaction in her eyes could no longer be concealed. A smile of extreme pleasure and a strong sense of control spread across her lips.
As the sound of kowtows on the stone platform in the valley gradually subsided, Han Baibai sat upright on the high platform, his face displaying the majesty and compassion of a master, but in his heart, a frenzy of controlling destiny was surging within him.
Holding the life, death, and beliefs of others in one's own hands is far more intoxicating than breaking through to a higher realm!
Taking on a disciple was by no means a benevolent act, but rather a path to power that Han Xiaoliu had planned for her.
The first step, "creating gods," involves using the resources of the Hehuan Sect combined with modern thinking to elevate Tu You, Xiao Lang, and four others to the level of Core Formation and Nascent Soul Formation, thereby enriching their own power.
The second step, "infiltration," involves turning them into nails driven into the heart of the sect, sidelining the die-hard faction, and creating an impregnable empire loyal only to her.
At that time, even the other Supreme Elders will have to act according to her wishes!
Benevolence and morality are all illusions; strength and resources are the foundation of survival.
"My rules are the rules of the Joyful Union Sect!" She concealed her morbid ambition, her gaze returning to its usual indifference when she looked up again: "Rise. From this day forward, your lives belong to me. Anyone who dares to fall behind will be crushed by my own hands!"