"Yes, and quite intelligent at that. This treasure was made from a thousand-year-old bamboo that grows in the Ethereal Valley. It was a gift from a mysterious grandmaster that an ancestor of our clan had met when he traveled there. It is transmutable and tenacious as it can defend itself and protect its owner at the same time. Since the death of its previous owner, it has never approved of anyone owning it. That is why it had been enshrined by our clan for generations. Today, however, it finally found its new owner," the young master explained in detail.
"Why does it seem like you had expected it to recognize me as its master?" Rocky asked. He sensed that the young master had arranged all of this.
"I just had to give it a try. With so little time, this was the only way I can confirm this fact, so I wanted to use it to verify that you are, indeed, a chosen one," the young master admitted.
"A chosen one?" Rocky raised an eyebrow, unsure of what the young master meant about the term.
"That's right. The so-called chosen ones are those of the spiritual race who can enter the Ethereal Valley without any restrictions," the young master clarified.
"But sir, may I ask why you think I'm the one?" Rocky couldn't help but wonder why the young master was so sure of his abilities.
"You see, when an ordinary spiritual race member gets endowed with a spiritual root, it usually has a certain attribute, in comparison to the spiritual root of a chosen one that has five. That's what we discovered about your test result yesterday," the young master answered.
"Oh."
"Thanks to your participation, our clan will finally manage to turn the tide and rebuild our reputation in the quest to the Ethereal Valley!" The young master's excitement was apparent.
Rocky took a gander at him and furtively breathed a sigh of relief. Not only did he obtain a new treasure, but he also got the qualifications to enter the Ethereal Valley without putting in much effort as they thought they would.
"Well, then. Would you mind coming with me right now to see my father?" the young master requested. He couldn't wait to let his father know about this good news.
They did not waste any more time and quickly left the cave to make their way back to the hall.
The young master needed to keep Rocky's identity secret, so before he sent a trusted attendant for his father, he took Rocky and Vivian to a side hall next to the conference hall first.
With a strong aura, the patriarch soon entered the room.
Both Rocky and Vivian looked at him with utter surprise. They were sure that he was strong enough to be ranked among the top ten of the entire spiritual race.
"Father, I have confirmed that a chosen one is with us. The sacred bracelet has recognized him as its new master." Without delay, the young master informed the patriarch.
"Is that so?" Richard seemed taken aback. He did not expect that the chosen ones truly existed and that their clan actually had the luck to find one. He almost went into ecstasy, but eventually managed to keep cool.
"This is the chosen one, Rookie, and this genius with the Heaven-Stage spiritual root is Tripp," the young master quickly introduced.
"Welcome, geniuses! It is an absolute honor for our clan to have you with us. I hope you can help us rebuild our reputation!" The patriarch expressed himself in quite a polite tone. In fact, he didn't have to be so courteous to them. However, he knew that the chosen ones could not only enter the Ethereal Valley without any restrictions but also enter some forbidden areas that ordinary people weren't allowed to enter. It was a place where there usually were priceless spiritual treasures and cultivation methods. If Rocky could get some of them, it would surely improve their clan a great deal. For this reason, he decided to treat Rocky with utmost courtesy.
"The pleasure is ours, sir. We just came in pursuit of fame and fortune, but now, I'm sure we can achieve something with your kind help," Rocky replied with politeness as well.
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