“Liu Qingyun, what are you saying? This is the Enthronement Ceremony of the Yin Yang Sect’s Saintess.”
Wang Youming frowned, flicking his sleeve, sending a gust of wind toward Liu Qingyun.
“True Master Wang, I know. That’s why this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
A faint green light emerged from Liu Qingyun’s body, actually blocking that gust of wind.
“My Bamboo Edge Sword actually has a reaction to her as well.”
“What?!”
Upon hearing this, Wang Youming’s eyes widened instead. He glanced at the long sword at Liu Qingyun’s waist, then looked at Lu Li, his expression full of confusion.
“Fellow Daoist Wang, no need to be puzzled. Our Yin Yang Sect’s Saintess indeed has a Charm Spiritual Root.”
Lin Yin, seated in the center, stood up and slowly walked forward a few steps.
“But she is a rare Dual Spiritual Root. She also possesses the Sword Spiritual Root that your Imperial Sword Sect desires most.”
“No wonder…”
Wang Youming understood instantly, looking at Lu Li with envy.
“Then, Fellow Daoist Lin, after the Enthronement Ceremony ends, how about letting our Imperial Sword Sect’s Saint Son have a sparring match with your Saintess?”
“That’s only proper.”
Lin Yin looked into the distance.
“The friends from the Buddhist Light Sect have also arrived.”
As soon as the words fell, a gentle light came from outside the hall. Along with a low chanting sound, a white-browed monk arrived, leading a young monk with a bitter expression.
“Master Ku Du, your Buddhist Light Sect really sent few people.”
Wang Youming let out a hearty laugh and looked at the bitter-faced young monk.
“Is this your Buddha Son?”
“Yes, this is the Buddhist Light Sect’s new Buddha Son, Yuan He.”
Ku Du sat down promptly, gently pressing on Yuan He’s shoulders.
“Yuan He, sit down.”
“Yes… Master…”
Yuan He sat down with a reluctant expression.
This scene caused a group of Yin Yang Sect girls behind to purse their lips, trying hard to suppress laughter.
“The people from the other four sects have also taken their seats outside the hall.”
As everyone exchanged pleasantries, a disciple also entered from outside to report the situation.
“Since everyone is seated, the Enthronement Ceremony can begin.”
Lin Yin, in the center of the main hall, formed a Dharma formula with both hands. The original ceiling of the ceremony gradually melted, turning into thousands of green mists, and finally condensed into a green bronze mirror the size of a palm.
“Alright, Lu Li.”
Su Wanqiu softly reminded in Lu Li’s ear.
“Yes, Venerable Master.”
Lu Li slowly stood up and bowed to Su Wanqiu with his head inclined. The lotus crown on his head gently tapped with the movement, but never made a sound of colliding beads.
Walking around the table, Lu Li also bowed to Ku Du of the Buddhist Light Sect and Wang Youming of the Imperial Sword Sect, then finally walked toward the green bronze mirror in the center of the main hall.
Lin Yin, clad in a purple robe, also came to Lu Li’s side. With a flick of her wrist, a brush with a red tip appeared in her hand.
“Today, the forty-fifth generation disciple of the Yin Yang Sect, bearing an Upper Grade Spirit Root, entered the sect two months ago, Qi Refining 13th Layer. Her virtue, appearance, speech, and skill are all of upper grade.”
As Lin Yin said this, the group from the Imperial Sword Sect and Buddhist Light Sect all had their pupils tremble slightly.
“Hereby she is enthroned as the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sect, inheriting our sect’s fortune.”
With that, Lin Yin used the red brush to draw a Lotus Seal on Lu Li’s forehead.
The vermillion was bright red, contrasting with her jade-white skin, like a white lotus holding blood. It was heart-stirring, yet also trembling.
“Touch the Bronze Ancient Mirror and receive the Yin Yang Legacy.”
While Lin Yin spoke, Lu Li extended her finger and gently touched the warm ancient mirror.
As if someone had touched it a second ago.
Green mists swirled. Amid the turbulent flow, her skirt fluttered, like a green bird spreading its wings.
“This…”
Lu Li indeed saw herself in the bronze mirror, but countless memories about the Yin Yang Sect surfaced in her mind.
But these memories were not overwhelming. Instead, they gently appeared before her like a storybook or a painting album. There were countless explanations of techniques, countless teachings of magic, and also histories of prosperity or suffering.
At that moment, Lu Li understood: the Saintess was not just a title, but truly understanding everything about a sect. Of course, the secrets and higher-level techniques still required others to teach. At the same time, this Lotus Seal on her forehead was also a magic technique to protect the soul, able to prevent others from performing Soul Search on the Saintess.
The green mists gradually settled, and Lu Li slowly digested the vast amount of memories.
In the main hall, many girls began to chant softly.
“Congratulations to Saintess Lu on ascending the seat—”
The sound waves were like an ocean tide, echoing in the hall.
At this time, Lu Li also followed the guidance in her memories: she gathered her clothes, knelt in a sitting position, and folded her hands on her knees. Her body leaned forward, and a lock of hair at her temple slid down. The pink jewelry in it tilted slightly, and the radiance it emitted mesmerized several male disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect.
“From now on, the Yin Yang Sect once again has a Saintess.”
Lin Yin’s voice carried rare emotion.
“Rise.”
“Yes, True Master Lin.”
Lu Li raised her head, watching the bronze mirror before her slowly dissipate, turning back into the sheltering hall.
“Everyone, let’s dine. After noon, we can watch the sparring between the Saintess and the Saint Son.”
With that, the originally solemn atmosphere also became relaxed.
As other girls in blue brought spirit fruits, spirit tea, and even the Flower and Grass Dew made by Lu Li and Shen Zhaoxue, there were faint murmurs of discussion at the long table.
“Now I understand why the Yin Yang Sect wanted to enthrone me as the Saintess.”
After returning to her seat, Lu Li spoke softly with Su Wanqiu. Also, because of the large amount of past memories in her mind, Lu Li found it both amusing and frustrating that she seemed to have become more accustomed to acting like a woman.
“Yes, seventy-two percent of the world have Miscellaneous Spirit Roots, eighteen percent have Mortal Spirit Roots.”
Su Wanqiu sighed.
“Then a little over half a percent have Lower Grade Spirit Roots. They are also the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples of many sects.”
“As for Medium Spirit Roots, that’s one or two in a hundred. In small sects, they can be directly taken into inner sect training.”
Su Wanqiu pointed at herself.
“For example, I have a Medium Spirit Root.”
“And my Upper Grade is once in a thousand years.”
Lu Li now understood the rarity of her spirit root.
“Like your spirit root, Master, is rare in a century. But cultivators have longer lifespans than ordinary people. Although Medium Spirit Roots are hard to find, they still exist in large sects.”
“Yes… But True Master Lin suspects you have a higher-level spirit root.”
Su Wanqiu lowered her voice.
“Immortal-Grade Spirit Root.”
“That’s unlikely…”
“You have received the inheritance. Take your time to understand and digest that knowledge. As for the upcoming sparring with the Imperial Sword Sect disciple later, what will you do? If you use your Jianghu techniques again, it will be shameful in front of the other sects.”
“Indeed…”
Lu Li looked at her own reflection in the clear tea, pink eyes and flower-like face. At this moment, if she used some strange methods, it would bring shame to the sect.
“But you have extraordinary comprehension, especially in Yin Yang Sect’s magic techniques. After the meal, True Master Lin should also teach you some Dharma formulas.”
Su Wanqiu comforted.
“But Lu Li, you also need to think of a way yourself.”
“I do have many ideas.”
Lu Li looked at the crowd now drinking clear tea and showing interest in the Fragrance Condensing Pill.
“Just not sure if the sect will allow me to use them.”
“What is it?”
“Laxatives.”