The next day, Ye Chen woke up.
At this moment, Third Senior Sister was already sitting at her vanity, beginning to groom herself.
Ye Chen’s small body rolled over and climbed up. Third Senior Sister smiled and said, "Little one, hurry up and wash your face so you can go pay your respects to Master!"
Third Senior Sister said nothing else, as if she had already forgotten about last night’s events.
However, Third Senior Sister possessed a bold and unrestrained personality. Last night was likely nothing more than her teasing him; how could she possibly be the type to hold a grudge?
Ye Chen washed his face and began to think about today’s sign-in.
He had already tested it: according to the system, the stronger the aura of the Great Dao in a location, the more bountiful the rewards from signing in would be.
Last night, he had signed in at Third Senior Sister’s room. Since her room was, after all, just a place for sleeping, that was why he had received the Huanhuan Powder. This meant that the more significant the location within Xianyuan Holy Land, the better the rewards he would receive from signing in.
By now, Third Senior Sister had finished her grooming.
Third Senior Sister was called An Miaohan, a truly beautiful name.Ye Chen looked up. Third Senior Sister was dressed in plain white, which failed entirely to conceal her exquisite figure. She was cold, striking, and mesmerizing, with a cascade of dark hair falling like a waterfall.
Beneath her slender, jade-white neck, a hint of skin was half-revealed, and her delicate waist was so narrow it seemed it could be spanned with a single hand.
Her beautiful eyes were full of smiles, coyness, and allure, shrouded as if in a misty veil. Her petite mouth curved up slightly, and her red lips parted just enough to tempt someone into tasting them.
Among the seven senior sisters, Third Senior Sister was by far the most womanly.
So much so that every time she stepped down from Xinyao Peak, those wretched men from the other peaks would let their imaginations run wild with her beauty.
"Let's go, brat!" Third Senior Sister said softly. She was extremely fond of Ye Chen as her junior brother, which was why she brought him along to sleep with her every single night.
Ye Chen let out an "oh" and, holding her small hand, let Third Senior Sister lead him toward Xinyao Hall.
Xinyao Hall was the main hall of Xinyao Peak, as well as the place where the peak normally held teachings, imparted doctrines, and resolved doubts.Xinyao Peak is home to seven elders led by the Holy Mother of Xinyao. While every elder oversees a multitude of disciples, the Holy Mother of Xinyao is highly selective; in her entire life, she has taken only seven disciples—the seven senior sisters of Ye Chen.
These seven disciples are exceptionally talented, standing at the very pinnacle among the disciples of Xinyao Peak. Even when compared against the other four major peaks, only a few outstanding individuals could ever hope to rival them.
Third Senior Sister An Miaohan brought Ye Chen to the Xinyao Hall.
Clouds swirled around the area, lending it an ethereal, immortal quality. As they walked, the disciples they passed would offer a slight bow, saying, "Greetings, Third Senior Sister. Greetings, Junior Brother."
An Miaohan, ever courteous, returned every greeting with a subtle nod.
Upon entering the Xinyao Hall, they saw the Holy Mother of Xinyao seated at the head of the great hall, her presence commanding and dignified.
Below her, three thousand disciples bowed in unison to pay their respects.
This was the custom of Xianyuan Holy Land: on the morning of the first day of every month, all disciples present at the Holy Land—unless currently in seclusion or away on missions—were required to pay their respects to their master.
Ye Chen gazed across the assembly. Three thousand disciples stood there, all dressed in robes as white as snow. Should they venture into the mortal world, each one would appear as an ethereal fairy, breathtakingly beautiful. While Xinyao Peak might not possess the greatest martial strength, it held the best reputation, a fact inextricably linked to these three thousand beauties.
With the other three peaks comprised entirely of male disciples, who among them did not harbor thoughts of the three thousand beauties of Xinyao Peak?
Once the courtesies were concluded, the disciples dispersed to their respective training grounds.
Only six people remained before the Holy Mother of Xinyao.
These six were Ye Chen’s Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Senior Sisters, along with Ye Chen himself.
The Eldest Senior Sister was away on a training journey outside the sect, and the Second Senior Sister was currently in seclusion.The senior sisters of Ye Chen were each a peerless beauty of the mortal world, ethereal beings untouched by the dust of the mundane.
The Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Senior Sisters were slightly younger, yet each possessed a beauty that could topple kingdoms, truly exquisite in every sense.
Seventh Senior Sister was only two years older than Ye Chen. Even in times of peace, her breathtaking features were as delicate as if they could break at a touch; one glance was enough to tell she was a born beauty.
"Chen'er, come here!" Holy Mother of Xinyao beckoned gently.
Ye Chen approached the Holy Mother and called out, "Mother."
Having just transmigrated, calling her "Mother" still felt somewhat foreign, but the Holy Mother smiled, took Ye Chen’s hand, and said, "Xiao Chen, I have been quite busy these past two days and had Third Senior Sister look after you. You don't blame Mother, do you?"
"No, of course not!" Ye Chen replied quickly.
"That’s good. Chen'er, take this." The Holy Mother produced a box and handed it to Ye Chen.
"This is the Spirit-Refining Pill I sought from the Valley of the Medicine Kings. Consume it, and perhaps there will be hope for you to recast your Spiritual Root, giving you the chance to cultivate," the Holy Mother said.
Ye Chen looked up at his mother. Over the years, she had never ceased her efforts on his behalf, constantly scouring for rare treasures in the hope that he might cultivate, yet none of it had ever worked.
His mother was a proud woman, yet she had stooped to pleading with others for his sake; it was enough to show how difficult these years had been for her.
Ye Chen nodded and swallowed the Spirit-Refining Pill.
At this moment, all the disciples watched Ye Chen with excitement, hoping he would successfully manifest a Spiritual Root.
In the Tianxuan Continent, there were generally five types of Spiritual Roots: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth.
However, some special individuals possessed no Spiritual Root at all—what Ye Chen had previously, known as a "waste root"—which rendered one unable to cultivate.
Those who could awaken two or three types of Spiritual Roots were hailed as geniuses.
But there was one kind of person who awakened a single, unique Spiritual Root that allowed them to cultivate any technique imaginable. Such individuals were known as having a "Godly Spiritual Root."
A long time passed, but there was not the slightest reaction from Ye Chen.
"Sigh, is it still not working?"
"I do not ask for my son to have perfect talent; I only want him to be able to cultivate so he might protect himself in this chaotic world, but..." The Holy Mother shook her head.
"Master, please rest assured. Even if Junior Brother cannot cultivate, we will protect him forever," Ye Chen’s senior sisters immediately chimed in.
Ye Chen looked at his mother. Not wanting to disappoint her, and holding onto the hope of trying one last thing, he spoke directly in his heart: "Sign in!"
Just as everyone was beginning to feel dejected, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed in Ye Chen’s mind.
[Ding! Host has signed in at Xinyao Palace. Congratulations, Host has obtained the Godly Spiritual Root!]
[Godly Spiritual Root has been issued.]
[Improving Host's constitution...]
[Host's constitution successfully improved. Godly Spiritual Root bound.]
Instantly, Ye Chen felt a surge of warmth within his body, and a powerful aura began to radiate from him.
The Holy Mother of Xinyao was shocked, staring blankly at her son.
At that moment, Ye Chen’s body slowly began to levitate. A sudden, violent burst of golden light erupted from him, glowing brilliantly.
A halo of rosy clouds manifested around his body.
Around Ye Chen, runes began to weave, and the ethereal silhouettes of dragons and phoenixes echoed in harmony.
"This is... a Godly Spiritual Root! My son actually possesses the bearing of a Great Emperor!" the Holy Mother said, incomparably astonished.
A... a Godly Spiritual Root!!
The entire room fell into a dead silence.
Ye Chen’s senior sisters had their mouths agape in utter shock—as if they could fit an egg inside—and remained frozen in place.