Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 11 Born Demon Seed and Artificial Spiritual Root!

"After my assessment, I will no longer work part-time at the training center."

As Zheng Yuanbai spoke, he took out a notebook and handed it to Zhu Que.

"These are some basic cultivation problems and solutions that I recorded and summarized while I was working part-time. They will definitely be helpful to your cultivation. Remember to refer to them from time to time."

"Thank you, Brother Zheng."

Zhu Que immediately and solemnly put it away.

"Then I'll go get tested and evaluated first."

Zheng Yuanbai turned and headed to the testing and evaluation area for the Foundation Establishment stage.

Zhu Que returned to the corner, where a group of servants cast curious glances at him, but none of them dared to ask any questions.

He looked at Zheng Yuanbai, who was queuing not far away.

The testing and evaluation in this world is equivalent to a kind of "social identity card".

Only after passing the examination and evaluation can a monk enjoy various benefits and legal empowerment, and assume corresponding social responsibilities.

Testing and evaluation are as important as paying taxes, and are the responsibility and obligation of every monk.

The testing and evaluation area is divided into an aerosol-refining area and a foundation-building area.

There was a long queue in the refining area, and Tang Ke and others were among them.

The Foundation Building area had very few people, and it was soon Zheng Yuanbai's turn.

In the testing area, Zhu Que saw a new type of instrument, completely different from the one in the cultivation center.

It is not a closed cabin, but a semi-open structure, and it is huge, resembling a silver-white pillar.

"Please remove all spiritual artifacts you are wearing, including artificial spiritual roots," the staff member said.

"OK."

Zheng Yuanbai nodded slightly and removed the several magical artifacts one by one.

Finally, he unbuttoned his shirt, placed one palm on his dantian and the other on his chest, his fingertips slightly clenched.

"Whoosh!"

A strange wave arose, and a pale white light shone forth.

The next moment, an artificial spiritual root, half a meter long, was forcibly "taken" out of his body.

Zhu Que slightly widened his eyes.

The artificial spiritual root was neither made of metal nor wood, but rather seemed to be a living structure cast from crystal.

It is translucent and has a flowing luster, like a strange centipede with countless tiny tentacles wriggling around it.

Zhu Que felt a surge of emotion upon reading this.

Then he saw—

The staff member received the artificial spiritual root on a tray, deliberately keeping their hand to the side and not touching it directly.

"Is there some kind of taboo surrounding touching artificial spiritual roots?"

Zhu Que was secretly puzzled.

Just then.

Zheng Yuanbai entered the testing instrument.

The semi-open cabin lit up, and a light curtain descended like flowing water, enveloping his entire body and beginning a comprehensive examination.

But the next moment.

Something unexpected happened—

"Waaaaah—waaaah—waaaah!!"

The testing instrument suddenly flashed red and sounded an extremely piercing alarm.

In an instant.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhu Que's heart skipped a beat. The instrument detected everyone else as normal, so why did it trigger an alarm when it came to Zheng Yuanbai?

"Grab him quickly!!"

A furious shout rang out from the entrance of the hall: "This person is a born demon!"

"call--!!"

In an instant, more than a dozen figures rushed in from outside, unleashing vast spiritual power, and pounced on Zheng Yuanbai.

Born a demon?

Zhu Que looked confused and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Inside the testing equipment, Zheng Yuanbai's expression hardened, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he swiftly formed hand seals, letting out a soft shout:

"Burning Heart Crimson Seal!"

In an instant.

Several crimson light imprints shot out from his palms and exploded like thunder the moment they landed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—!"

The continuous explosions ripped through the air, sending shockwaves through the ground, sending rocks flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The entire hall instantly descended into chaos.

The people in line scattered in terror, and the staff also screamed and ran away.

Not far away.

Tang Ke and her classmates ran towards the exit of the hall, the girls completely ignoring the servants in the corner.

Only Tang Ke remembered Zhu Que, and in the chaos of running, she shouted loudly at Zhu Que:

"Zhu Que, run away as fast as you can!!"

now.

Zhu Que and his servants were startled and hurriedly fled towards the exit, like startled birds.

Zhu Que did not rush to the front, but stayed in the middle of the group, trying to use the crowd to cover himself.

While he was fleeing.

He caught a glimpse of the battle taking place not far away.

More than a dozen police officers from the testing and evaluation center attempted to surround and attack Zheng Yuanbai.

But Zheng Yuanbai did not fight head-on. He moved like the wind, dodging continuously, and rushed towards the exit.

"Stop him!!"

The police captain shouted.

Zheng Yuanbai did not stop walking. He suddenly clapped his hands together, his finger marks flipped, and a gust of wind suddenly arose.

"The wind cleaves through the clouds!"

"Whoosh—!!"

A sudden gust of wind swept out, forcing more than a dozen police officers to stagger backward.

at the same time.

Zhu Que and the others, who were running outwards, were also caught in the aftershocks of the gale, and the crowd was instantly scattered.

"Whoosh—Bang!!"

Zhu Que was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground and sliding awkwardly for more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

Despite the excruciating pain in his body, Zhu Que remained remarkably calm.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, trying to get up immediately and continue running outside.

however.

The next moment, a line of familiar, twisted tadpole-like characters slowly appeared before him—

[Current parsing progress: 0.01834%...]

"What?!"

Zhu Que was stunned on the spot.

What's going on?!

The message "Unknown artifact detected" did not appear; only the "Current analysis progress" message appeared.

That is to say-

This is a spiritual artifact that he analyzed before!

However, he didn't analyze many spiritual artifacts. The only one that matched his analysis progress was the large spiritual artifact from the Hope Self-Cultivation Center!

"That unknown, large-scale spiritual artifact actually connects the Testing and Assessment Center and the Hope Self-Cultivation Center—two buildings?!"

Zhu Que was astonished.

But before he could think further, something fell to the ground not far away, causing his pupils to shrink abruptly—

"Clatter!"

The object rolled on the ground, causing Zhu Que to involuntarily swallow.

That thing is none other than...

It was the artificial spiritual root that Zheng Yuanbai had just removed!

Because Zheng Yuanbai fled in haste, he left behind that extremely precious artificial spiritual root here.

Zhu Que immediately looked around.

At that moment, because of his shock and hesitation, everyone else ran away, leaving him the only one left behind.

The artificial spiritual root was only five meters away from him!

Its ethereal light was cold and eerie, its whiskers fluttering, as alluring as a mountain of gold.

Zhu Que's brain was working at lightning speed.

After a brief moment of deliberation, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

next second.

Without hesitation, he rushed toward the artificial spiritual root.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He may not take it for himself, but he absolutely cannot miss the chance to analyze it!

If an artificial spiritual root can be replicated, his cultivation efficiency will be dramatically improved!

Despite the excruciating pain, Zhu Que grabbed the artificial spiritual root, and distorted tadpole-like characters immediately appeared before his eyes—

[Unknown magical artifact detected!]

[Current parsing progress: 0.0004%……0.0008%……0.0012%……]

Zhu Que's heart skipped a beat, his face filled with ecstatic joy. Being able to analyze it meant he could imitate it!