Three days later, Mo Li finally went out of his cave to talk to Dong Hu while Fang Yu started creating pills again. Her disciple would come soon and unlike Dong Hu, Ji Tian didn't have heavenly spiritual roots.

Ji Tian was not talented when it comes to cultivation at all. But with his hard work and Fang Yu at his side, he would soon rule the cultivation world with the female lead by his side.

After a few hours, Fang Yu and Mo Li were summoned by the Sect Master to discuss important matters about their wedding celebration.

"Are we going to invite the Frozen Wraith Sect?" Fang Yu asked. She wanted to find an opportunity to kill that Xiawen Dong. However, she knew she could not kill that man inside their Sect. So she was thinking of doing an ambush instead.

"We are planning to invite all Sects in the continent. Of course, we will include both the Potioneering Guild and the Guild of Artifacts. I have already sent all the invitations." The Sect Master said. "But I doubt the Frozen Wraith Sect would come and attend the celebration. After all, the disappearance of Elder Xiawen is already starting to reach the ears of other Sect. Elder Xiawen was one of the powerful people in their sect. Naturally, losing him was a huge problem for the Sect. "

Fang Yu frowned. She eyed her husband who was calmly listening to the Sect Masters words before she lowered her head. The sudden disappearance of the Elder doesn't have anything to do with Mo Li right?

"Also… the Potioneering Guild sent a lot of gifts. I will ask someone to send it to your cave later. This was for your help to solve the plague in the southern islands. They said the cure was indeed effective. They are also planning to invite you to their main base and wanted to give you a title of an Elder."

"There is no need for that." Fang Yu said. She wasn't interested in doing something that is not on the plot. Right now, her focus is to make the male lead stronger than Dong Hu.

"Are you sure about that? The benefits…"

"It's fine, master. If they needed something, they can always come here and talk to you. There is no need for me to become one of them." Plus, she doesn't want to interact with Elder Xiao again.

"Then… I will tell them that you declined." The Sect Master said before he let out a sigh. "The investigations that I conducted about Frozen Wraith Sect's involvement with the Devil race didn't have a good result. If they are indeed planning to create a war, then those people must be doing something … something that is concerning but I can't seem to find any traces of their actions."

"Sect Master…" Mo Li spoke. "You should start with the southern islands. That disease was made by the devil race. Surely, there was a connection somewhere right? After all, the disease won't just suddenly turn up in that place without someone else's involvement."

Both the Sect Master and Fang Yu turned quiet. That is indeed true. If the Frozen Wraith Sect is colluding with the Devil race, then they should have some involvement with the plague.

"Hmmm, I agree. I will look into it." The Sect Master immediately nodded before he sent the two on their way. He needed to talk to other people about this matter.

Slowly, the days passed. The coldness disappeared as the sun started to express its heat. Summer came.

In the first month of the Summer months, the Eight Palms Sect would open its doors to youths that are interested in becoming a member of the sect. Of course, these people would undergo some testing that would determine their cultivation level and spiritual roots.

In this world, the growth of someone's cultivation will depend on the type of spiritual roots that they have. For instance, Dong Hu who has a heavenly spiritual root will only need a year to pass the nine stages of the Qi Development stage. While someone with a common spiritual root would take three to five years and a lot of resources.

Suffice to say, Dong Hu is considered very lucky as his potential is endless. Compared to Dong Hu, the male lead Ji Tian doesn't have a heavenly spiritual root. He is just considered above average, something that is very common in Eight Palms Sect.

Right now, Ji Tian was standing in the entrance of the Sect, his jaws clenched, hands balled into a tight fist. A year ago, he never thought that he would one day become a cultivator. He only came from a poor family who needed to work their assess off to eat at least once a day. His dream was to become a farmer and live in their small land until he dies.

However, fate had different plans. Meeting the beautiful immortal all those months ago was the reason why he was here today and Ji Tian was planning to stay. He eyed the long line of people in front of him. Just like him, these people are here for the test. However, unlike him, most of them are dressed lavishly. Some of them even have their servants, fanning them from the heat of the sun.

"Next! You! Why are you still standing there?" A man wearing a sky blue robe called him out. This man should be considered an inner disciple and is extremely powerful. Hearing this, Ji Tian immediately approached the man as he lowered his head and ignored the snickering from the people around him.

"Put your hand here… let me see if you reach the seventh level." The man said. Ji Tian immediately put his hand on the crystal ball.

"Oh? You are exactly on the seventh level? But your spirit root is normal. How old are you?"

"Seventeen, sir." He answered.

"You must have a fortuitous encounter. For you to advance at this stage when you are still this young. Go inside. You pass the initial test. Time to test your combat!" the man mumbled and motioned him to go inside.

Ji Tian immediately smiled and walked inside the gates.

"Hmph! Look at that commoner's face. Smiling like he just won something. His spirit root was normal. He might not even have the chance to advance in the next level and forever stay as an outer disciple." A man's voice reached his ears. Of course, Ji Tian ignored all this as he walked inside and roamed his eyes around, looking for the Immortal Elder Fang Yu, his master.

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