"It's probably due to the martial spirit and power at the God Realm that we have fused inside our bodies. Besides, who stipulated that only the spiritual race could have the spiritual root? I'm pretty sure that even some humans also have the innate spiritual root, just as some members of the Shura Race probably do. I guess, to put it bluntly, the spiritual root is a way that the spiritual race has created to identify talent. Perhaps the only difference is whether it has been recognized officially or not. Also, if it is widely accepted as the spiritual power, and if it's acknowledged by all three races, it might also become a standard of measuring one's strength." Rocky analyzed the possibilities. After all, the spiritual root was a term that was only special among the spiritual race. Since the other two races had not even heard of it as much, it was quite unlikely for them to actually use it to evaluate the individual strength of the warriors.
"Well, that does make a lot of sense," Vivian sighed.
"All thanks to my voice of experience." Rocky shot her a charming smile.
"Whatever you say. Anyway, I'm tired. I'm going to rest upstairs." After that, Vivian went straight to her room on the third floor.
Rocky watched her leave, and then began to study the bamboo bracelet on his wrist.
In his fascination, he spent all night trying to figure it out.
The next morning, Vivian went downstairs to the second floor and found Rocky sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. A green light was circling around him.
"Were you playing with your new toy the entire night?" Vivian asked, feeling baffled.
"If I'm not mistaken, this treasure must've been forged by the divine race!" Rocky blurted as he looked up at her.
"The Ethereal Valley is one of the entrances to the Holy-Evil World, right? That means it's normal for the ancestors of the Wankong Clan to meet the divine race. With that said, I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to escape in the future since you just took such a treasure from their clan. If you leave, you'll probably acquire a bad reputation." Vivian couldn't help but tease Rocky.
"Who says I'm going to escape? I have a feeling that we made the right decision coming here, especially at this point in time. If we can help the Wankong Clan rise again, or better yet, become the head of the five great clans, they will owe us a favor. That way, it'll be much easier for us to get the help of the spiritual race in the future," Rocky calculated shrewdly.
"Wow. You're decidedly crafty, you know that? I bet you've already planned it all quite well just like when you entered the Ghost Fief. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you deliberately stole my position as the Godly Genius," Vivian snorted in a playful tone.
"Ha-ha! But just for the record, I didn't do that!" Rocky played along as he immediately wore an expression of grievance.
In the middle of their bantering, they suddenly heard a noise on the first floor.
When they went downstairs to check what was going on, they saw the young master come in along with a few maids. They were carrying a few sets of gorgeous clothes and boots, as well as some valuable ornaments.
"Oh, great! You're both up. I have brought you some clothes. Try them on to see if they fit you," the young master encouraged.
After exchanging glances, Rocky said to Vivian, "Go and try these clothes."
Vivian then picked some and went upstairs.
"Are you comfortable staying here?" The young master seemed concerned when he asked.
"Yes, young master. It's incredible. Thank you for taking care of us so much," Rocky replied and then flashed a grateful smile.
"You're welcome. It's the least I can do. In fact, I want to express my gratitude towards you. If it weren't for the both of you, our clan would decline right after the Ethereal Valley open this time." The young master heaved a sigh.
"This kind of dispute is indeed a bit cruel. I know it's not my place to say anything since I'm an outsider, but if there's anything I can do to help you, I will definitely do it." Naturally, Rocky's attitude won the trust of the young master.
"Well, that's exactly what I wanted to ask of you. Now, if you don't mind, consider me as your brother from now on! Don't call me young master anymore. Just call me Alex," the young master suggested without any hint of grandiosity.
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