Rebirth: I was born into the Golden Elixir Stage

"what!"

Seeing Zhu Wuhen disappear in an instant, the muscular man was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the kid in front of him, who was only in the Qi Refining stage, had such strength.

Before he could react, a sense of crisis swept over him. He turned his head and saw Zhu Wuhen holding a sword, which almost stabbed his eyes.

The scene was silent for a long time. Even Mu Lingfeng did not expect that Zhu Wuhen, who had only Qi training level, could defeat the muscular man who was in the early stage of foundation building. He swallowed hard, thinking that the muscular man might be able to give him a reversal.

But the muscular man disappointed him. When the muscular man saw Zhu Wuhen at this moment, he felt that he was extremely terrifying. He thought that Zhu Wuhen should be at more than the third level of Qi Refining.

Time stood still for a few seconds, and seeing that the muscular man hadn't moved at all, Mu Lingfeng slowly stood up.

He shouted, "In this battle! Jianfeng wishes Wuhen to win!"

"What! He actually won? Did he cheat?"

"I think so too. He is only at the third level of Qi Refining! Even if he didn't cheat, he must have bribed that person. How despicable! How can such a competition be fair?"

"After all, he is my direct disciple! Humph! I support our inner sect to take first place and replace him! It is impossible for a person at the third level of Qi Refining to defeat someone at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment!"

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Seeing this result, the people in the audience started cursing. Even though the facts were before their eyes, they did not believe that Zhu Wuhen could defeat the muscular man relying on his own strength.

Zhu Wuhen walked off the stage. He was not affected by other people's comments.

From the moment a favored child of heaven fell from the altar, he had suffered countless contempts and suppression. These comments meant nothing to him.

"Tsk!" When Zhu Wuhen passed by Zhang Ru'an, Zhang Ru'an said with disdain, "You'd better not touch me! If you touch me, you're dead!"

"I, Zhang Ru'an! I hate weaklings like you who cheat the most!"

They believed that Zhu Wuhen must have cheated. Zhu Wuhen did not explain and slowly walked towards Chen Diji.

"Almost recovered?" Chen Diji was not surprised at all.

Zhu Wuhen was shocked and didn't know when Chen Diji knew about it.

"Yeah!" he replied.

"Heavenly grade gold spiritual root, really good!"

This was what Zhu San told him. When he learned that Zhu Wuhen was a heavenly spiritual root, he was a little surprised, but he was soon filled with the thought that it should be so.

No matter how he looked at Zhu Wuhen, he felt that he was not ordinary. Even though he was a beggar at that time, he could see the aura of a superior from Zhu Wuhen.

Therefore, he was sure that Zhu Wuhen's origin was not ordinary, and he must be a descendant of a wealthy family who had to come to the Liuli Sect out of necessity.

However, he was not interested in these at all. When Zhu Wuhen was willing to talk about some things, he would just listen. There was no need to speculate too much.

"What did you say?" Chen Diji didn't care, but after hearing what Chen Diji said, Ruan Moli stood up suddenly in surprise.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ruan Moli. Ruan Moli coughed twice, and immediately retracted his previous shocked look. He lowered his voice and asked, "Heavenly Grade Gold Spiritual Root? Eighth Junior Brother, you said you have a Heavenly Grade Gold Spiritual Root?"

Zhu Wuhen remained silent and did not answer. He just nodded slightly, which was considered as his consent.

"I never thought that old master could be so lucky that the eighth disciple he casually accepted turned out to be a disciple with heavenly spiritual roots!" When Ruan Moli heard that a disciple with heavenly spiritual roots appeared in Yaofeng, he was so envious.

You have to know that it is a heavenly spiritual root, and it is not certain that one will appear in ten thousand years. As a result... two people appeared one after another this time.

One is Prince Yi, a disciple from Yao Peak, and the other is Zhu Wuhen from Jian Peak.

"No!" Ruan Moli felt something was wrong no matter how he thought about it. He was a little curious whether his master accepted him because he knew he had a heavenly spiritual root. He had to ask his master about this matter. "You guys continue the competition. I'm going to ask my master for clarification."

"What are you asking?" Chen Diji blinked his big eyes, not knowing what Ruan Moli was doing.

"Of course I asked him if he knew that our eighth junior brother had a heavenly spiritual root. If he knew, why didn't he tell us? He really... kept it from me so painful..."

This... he shouldn't know! Chen Diji thought to himself that Zhu Wuhen's spiritual roots were too thoroughly damaged. If it weren't for Zhu San's help, it would be almost impossible to repair it.

Zhu San realized this, so he did not choose to directly repair Zhu Wuhen's spiritual roots, but used the original spiritual roots as nutrients to awaken a new spiritual root.

Both spiritual roots were of heavenly grade. The new spiritual root was full of vitality, and the damaged spiritual root quickly disappeared. Only then could Zhu Wuhen start practicing again. Otherwise...even with Chu Yi's help, his spiritual roots would be difficult to repair.

Chen Diji's sight slowly moved towards Zhu Wuhen's abdomen. He learned from Zhu San that Zhu Wuhen's spiritual roots... were damaged by himself. In order to destroy it more cleanly, he even used all his strength and attacked twice.

"Seventh Junior Brother, I will go find Master right now and tell the other Junior Brothers about this good news. You... can win if you want to, or lose if you want to. Anyway, with Zhu San here, the entire sect can't do anything to you."

"I'm leaving now! Eighth Junior Brother, please keep an eye on Seventh Junior Brother and don't let him get hurt!"

"Wait a minute, I'll ask my fifth apprentice brother to come over and support you!"

After saying this, Ruan Moli's figure disappeared instantly.

Zhu Wuhen looked at Ruan Moli who was leaving, feeling a little worried in his heart. Although he said it was worry, it was actually more of fear.

He was afraid that someone would come for his heavenly spiritual root and destroy the entire sect, just like the Zhu family in the past.

His face looked slightly gloomy, which made Prince Yi, who had been sitting on the side and being ignored, very dissatisfied.

"I'm not saying anything, brother." Taizi Yi's nonchalant voice sounded, and he said, "You, a person with a natural spiritual root, have such an expression. How can those people with top-grade spiritual roots, superior spiritual roots, and ordinary spiritual roots survive?"

"Since you also have a heavenly spiritual root, you should be like me, a little crazier! A little crazier, do you understand?"

"If you don't know how to do it, learn from me!"

Zhu Wuhen did not answer. It was because he was too arrogant that the family was in trouble. He could not be arrogant this time.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Ziyi." Zhu Wuhen's face was solemn. He sat back in his original position and said sincerely, "I don't have the family background you have. I'm just an ordinary person. I'm afraid that my spiritual roots will be exposed... It will... It will bring disaster!"

"Hey! What's the big deal!" Prince Yi patted his chest and said with great certainty, "My old man pays great attention to talented people with great potential. If you tell my grandfather, he will definitely protect you."

This time Zhu Wuhen stopped talking. What he had experienced had never been experienced by Tai Ziyi. When he was Tai Ziyi's age, he also felt that his family could protect him for the rest of his life.

When he grows strong enough, he will protect his family so that it will never decline.

But things did not go as planned. When others knew that a genius with heavenly spiritual roots appeared in his family, they brought not only envy, congratulations and admiration, but more importantly, jealousy and greed!

There was a sudden commotion on the field, and the result of match No. 41 came out, with Zhong Ruoxuan winning.

Chen Diji slowly put away the formation book in his hand, and walked slowly towards the competition field.

The pink-clad Luo Qun girl also rang the gongs and drums at this time, and shouted loudly, "Number 41's match is over! Next one! Number 42!"