Without spiritual roots, one cannot sense the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth, nor can they convert Spiritual Energy into spiritual power. This means the person has no Immortal Destiny and cannot embark on the path of Cultivation.
Cáo Qīliàng is a person without spiritual roots.
At this very moment, he could feel the presence of spiritual power from the jade ring pendant.
Someone might ask, how can a blind person know what an elephant looks like?
Of course, by touching, by others describing it.
Cáo Qīliàng learned from the memories of the host and his fellow disciples’ chats that spiritual power is like a woman’s delicate hand, like fair and smooth skin, like soft flowing hair, like…
Comfortable sensations make one’s pores relax.
The jade ring pendant was giving him this feeling right now.
Cáo Qīliàng picked up the pendant and brought it to his nose, sniffing. It had a faint milky scent, very pleasant.
After a rough examination, the spiritual power within the jade ring pendant was meager, but its purity was outrageously high. He couldn’t mobilize it; the spiritual power only existed within the jade ring itself.
For someone without spiritual roots like him to feel spiritual power, this jade ring was extraordinary.
He didn’t know its specific use. He could sense spiritual power but couldn’t mobilize it.
"Where did this come from?" Cáo Qīliàng asked.
He was so perverted, sniffing it, as if it had been pressed against someone’s body all along.
Xiu'er’s face turned bright red, her chest heaving. "Replying to Immortal Master, this, this is a gift from the Chieftain. He said he found it on a dead person."
Cáo Qīliàng looked up at the ceiling. The protagonist was the Chieftain.
"Where?"
"I don’t know."
"What did the corpse look like?"
"I don’t know either."
Asking for information and getting nothing, Cáo Qīliàng decided to stop asking.
"I’m taking this. What compensation do you want?"
Xiu'er’s face flushed red. "I want to have your children!"
Seemingly realizing her words were inappropriate, Xiu'er’s voice trembled. "Just let me follow Immortal Master."
Chunhua, standing beside her, quickly tugged at Xiu’er’s sleeve. "Sister Xiu'er, don’t forget about me."
Xiu'er nodded. "Immortal Master, I can serve you well on my own."
Chunhua: "…"
Cáo Qīliàng found such excessive requests quite troublesome.
He had always been against gratuitous favors.
"My heart is set on the path to immortality; I have no time for romantic entanglements. All the remaining items here belong to you. Go down the mountain, find a good family, and that’s that. I’m leaving."
Cáo Qīliàng left without looking back.
Xiu'er bit her lip, watching his tall, receding figure.
"Sister Chunhua, he’s so dashing and upright."
Chunhua retorted impatiently, "It’s hard to figure out someone who has no desire for women. Look, he’s taking Liú Dàlì but not us. Who knows if he has peculiar tastes."
"Is it because my charm isn’t enough?"
"You do have some self-awareness."
Chunhua was very dissatisfied with Xiu'er’s previous betrayal and decided to drop the pretense, fully revealing their superficial sisterhood.
Xiu'er shook her head and continued their one-sided conversation. "I heard that heroes don’t indulge in seduction because women can wear down one’s will and affect their speed in drawing their swords. He must be a hero."
Master Ma nodded in agreement. "This person will surely be a big figure in the future."
"Clatter —"
A worn-out picture album fell to the ground.
Cáo Qīliàng quickly picked it up and tucked it into his embrace.
Chunhua and Xiu'er exchanged a glance and quietly lowered their heads.
Both of them had seen that picture album and knew its contents.
At this moment, they both felt utterly defeated.
…
Cáo Qīliàng led his horse out of the mountain stronghold, twirling the jade ring in his right hand.
The storage bag couldn’t hold this tiny object, which was barely larger than a fingernail, so he had to carry it with him.
Because the jade ring felt so good to the touch, Cáo Qīliàng developed a new hobby: caressing it, just like those old men who polish walnuts.
Gazing at the magnificent landscape in the distance, Cáo Qīliàng was filled with emotion.
If it were his former self, he would probably have been confined to Qingming Sect forever, being a handyman disciple who was bullied.
"Um, Immortal Master, why didn’t you take the two ladies with you? They also know the way to town," Liú Dàlì asked tactfully.
A normal person would choose to travel with beauties; why would they make a big man like him accompany him?
The mountain stronghold’s treasury still had many things left; he wanted to go back and get a share of the spoils.
Cáo Qīliàng patted his shoulder, giving him a meaningful look.
Everything was understood without words.
Liú Dàlì’s heart skipped a beat.
The Immortal Master felt even more unfathomable now.