Human beings are in a state of deception, and immortality begins with the secret book of origami

Before Mu Lin could say anything about Qi Xiu's report, Zong Xiu, who was practicing on the side, hesitated. But in the end, he stood up and said, "Hahaha, it's that serious, Mu Lin." Brother, I called him here, I have something to do with him..."

This man was indeed a warm and kind person. He didn't want Mu Lin to be punished, so he planned to ignore the matter.

However, Qi Xiu was not prepared to skip it.

He came from a poor family, but after becoming rich suddenly, he received countless compliments, which also caused his mentality to expand in a very short period of time.

Having suddenly become rich, he already regarded himself as a member of the upper class and was most afraid of being offended by the lower class.

Mu Lin didn't give him any face, which made Qi Xiu feel that he was slapping him in the face.

For this reason, he wanted Mu Lin to be punished.

At this moment, he did not give Zong Xiu face, but chose to continue to hold him accountable.

"Huh, it's so serious. Just because you weren't disturbed doesn't mean I wasn't disturbed. I almost went crazy just now."

In order to inflict severe punishment on Mu Lin, he was even prepared to deliberately divert the exercise to show signs of injury.

Zong Xiu frowned at being so closely pursued, but before he could say anything, a taunt rang out from the crowd.

"He goes crazy so easily. I didn't expect that there would be such a useless person in the official class."

"Teacher Dongfang, I request to check his evaluation level. Such a waste does not deserve to be in a formal class!"

"???"

"..."

These words stunned everyone present.

From a logical point of view, there seems to be no problem with such sarcastic words, but the problem is that the person who uttered this sarcastic sentence was Mu Lin.

He made a mistake, refused to repent, and dared to resist, talk back, and continue to ridicule. This is what many people did not expect.

And this also made many people look like they were watching a good show.

As for Qi Xiu, who was ridiculed, his face turned red and he was extremely angry.

"Asshole, how dare you..."

"Shut up, everyone!"

He wanted to say something else, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the impatient Dongfang Ya.

Looking displeased at Qi Xiu who took the initiative to cause trouble, Dongfang Ya said calmly: "Mu Lin is not an irrelevant person. He has successfully enlightened and will be your future classmate."

"He will practice here from now on."

"..."

As soon as he said this, the silence on the scene became even worse. This time, even Mu Lin's friend Zong Xiu opened his mouth in shock and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Obviously, everyone had never considered this aspect, let alone thought that Mu Lin could stand with them with his third-level spiritual root talent.

After a long time, there was a sound of surprise.

"Successful spiritual enlightenment? How is it possible? He clearly has a third-class spiritual root!"

"Is this unreasonable?"

"I don't believe it. He definitely cheated."

After the shock, everyone was in disbelief. Naturally, the most excited person among them was Qi Xiu.

The things he was most proud of were his second-class spiritual root talent and his second-class status. Now, Mu Lin, whom he despised and looked down upon, also had a second-class spiritual root rating, which he couldn't accept.

However, the continuous noise has annoyed Dongfang Ya, whose temperament cannot be called gentle.

At this moment, when she saw someone saying something, a terrifying aura emanated from her body.

Suppressed by this momentum, all sounds were instantly banned.

At this time, Dongfang Ya's voice sounded with a hint of hatred.

"Spiritual roots, spiritual roots, only trash, will clamor that spiritual roots are everything!"

"The top experts of the Great Spirit Dynasty only have first-class and second-class spiritual roots. The rest are all third- and fourth-class spiritual roots."

"If you think that having good spiritual roots will help you cultivate Taoism smoothly, then you guys should get out of the Taoist palace as soon as possible and don't waste your cultivation resources."

Having said this, the petite Dongfang Ya looked around at everyone and found that everyone was listening. Then she said:

"Remember, spiritual roots are only the foundation. Cultivating the Tao also depends on understanding, opportunity, character, and even ethereal luck. And the further you go, the less effective the spiritual roots will be."

"Mu Lin's spiritual root talent is indeed average, but with average talent, he can activate spirits quickly, and he was rated as second-class. This is a reflection of his excellent ability."

"In my opinion, half of you are not necessarily as successful as Mu Lin!"

"..."

Many people were dissatisfied with Dongfang Ya's last words. They didn't think they were worse than Mu Lin.

However, the effect of these words was still there. Because of her scolding, she was even more afraid of being surpassed by Mu Lin, and the mentality of many students who had been inflated due to promotions calmed down.

As a result, they worked harder in their cultivation.

This scene made Dongfang Ya nod with satisfaction. Then, she looked at Mu Lin and said, "During lunch break, come to my room. I have something to tell you."

As soon as the words fell, Dongfang Ya's figure disappeared without a trace as a burst of butterflies floated by.

After she left, the others found that there was no excitement to see, so they all went to practice their own medicine.

During this process, few people wanted to contact Mu Lin.

His status as a third-class spiritual root and Teacher Dongfang Ya's provocation made Mu Lin an anomaly in the official class. Many people were only hostile to him.

Among them, the one with the deepest hostility was naturally Qi Xiu, but just as Mu Lin thought before, he didn't care at all.

"With the proficiency panel, my cultivation speed will never be slower than his."

Looking at Qi Xiu coldly, Mu Linyuan also wanted to practice, but before he could find a good place, Zong Xiu came over.

After looking Mu Lin up and down, he gave Mu Lin a thumbs up.

"With my third-class spiritual root talent, I caught up with our second-class spiritual roots. I didn't expect that a genius would be by my side."

These words left Mu Lin speechless.

"Brother, I'm overly praised. I'm just practicing more diligently. Besides, my cultivation speed is still a bit lower than yours."

"That's just now. Teacher Dongfang also said that the further you go, the less useful the spiritual roots will be..."

"It's just a small effect, but it's not useless..."

After chatting for a few words, the two looked at each other and smiled, becoming familiar with each other again.

Then, the enthusiastic Zong Xiu explained a lot of common sense to Mu Lin about the formal class.

The first is spell selection, promotion to the official class, and more importantly, after being rated as a second-class good scholar, Mu Lin and the others got another opportunity to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to choose skills.

Secondly, it is a formal class. In addition to daily practice, there will also be some teachers who come to teach some knowledge of various cultivation arts, such as talismans, alchemy, formations, weapon refining, puppets, etc...

"The minor is not compulsory. You can go if you want to, and no one will force you if you don't want to."

"Also, the auxiliary priests usually talk about common knowledge. If you want to obtain advanced auxiliary knowledge, you need to gain the approval of those priests and become their disciples."

Speaking of this, Zong Xiu sounded a little envious:

"Our Great Spirit Dynasty is eager for talents. Therefore, after being recognized by the Taoist priests, there will be another reward for the minor."

"If you perform well enough, you can even become a specialized technical talent, and you don't have to go to the battlefield to fight against evil spirits and weirdness."

"Unfortunately, if you want to achieve success in the various arts of cultivation, you need to consume countless spiritual materials in the process. Poor people like us have basically no hope."