In this xuanhuan world of cultivation
Some sayings have long since been altered by demons
For example, “All things are inferior; only cultivation is supreme”
Everyone knows that once you set foot on the path of cultivation, you can wield power that mortals cannot imagine
And you gain a long lifespan, truly becoming what others call an immortal
So even the slightest hope drives people to attempt cultivation
After all, it is the strongest way to change one’s fate
Therefore, in ordinary families, whenever a child has a spirit root, they will send them to a sect to try their luck—what if they are chosen?
That would bring great honor to the family
But that applies only to those with means
Ordinary people cannot even afford food, let alone aspire to become cultivators
They may dream of pursuing immortality, but their resources cannot support them leaving the city for long
Otherwise they would starve in two days
Thus their spirit roots are useless, and the same goes for those in bondage
Ye Yu set his sights on these people
“Need silver? I’ll give you silver in exchange for your spirit root. Any mixed root or low-grade root will do. I have plenty of money!”
At twenty-one, over three years Ye Yu bought more than eight hundred mixed spirit roots and over thirteen hundred low-grade roots
These roots were destined for failure in cultivation or would yield no results—he bought them at high prices
His motto was mutual agreement
From this he synthesized an exceptional Wood Spirit Root
Needless to say, its speed of absorbing spirit energy was impressive
With the root secured, cultivation required pills, manuals, and talismans—nothing could be missing
These costs were vast and could not be paid with silver alone
After much thought, Ye Yu decided to earn spirit stones
In the Ye residence, Ye Yu placed a bottle of elixirs before Ye Sandao
“Old Deng, I plan to travel for decades. During this time, you and Mother take care and stop butchering—after all, you’re not young. These pills will extend your lifespans by two hundred years. In two hundred years, I’ll find you more pills.”
He was not joking
A few days earlier he had bought over a hundred longevity pills on the black market at high prices
Though each pill granted little life extension, he could synthesize them—over a hundred pills into one, magnifying the effect
Ye Sandao was puzzled
“Why must you leave? You are our top scholar, already favored by His Majesty at such a young age. You will become a great official. Many envy this life—why give it up to chase that illusory cultivation?”

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