Chapter 9: Is It So Hard to Admit You’re a False Spiritual Root?
Within Heaven’s Gate Peak.
Since Heaven’s Gate Peak had only been established not long ago, and because of Bai Muxu’s temperant, there were very few people on the peak apart from the disciples managing daily affairs.
As for personal disciples or core disciples—there were none.
After bringing Li Tianwei to Heaven’s Gate Peak, Bai Muxu had been observing him constantly.
Due to his own strength, Bai Muxu could faintly sense that there was sothing strange about Li Tianwei’s spiritual root, yet he couldn’t find the reason why.
That was precisely why, when the other elders were fighting to take Li Tianwei as their disciple, he had remained silent.
Since he could not figure out what the problem with Li Tianwei was, Bai Muxu decided to teach him as usual—if Li Tianwei failed to reach Foundation Establishnt within a hundred days, he would simply be “returned.”
They arrived at the main hall of Heaven’s Gate Peak.
Bai Muxu stood before the hall, looking at Li Tianwei.
“Since you’ve already entered my tutelage and beco my disciple, I will teach you earnestly.”
“My requirent is simple. I want you to reach Foundation Establishnt within a hundred days. If you cannot, you may choose another of the Ten Peaks within the Sacred Land of Lingxu to join anew.”
After speaking, Bai Muxu carefully observed Li Tianwei’s expression.
He found that, unlike the previous disciples he had accepted—who all showed panic and unease upon hearing this—Li Tianwei appeared confident, as though he were certain of victory.
Seeing this, Bai Muxu couldn’t help but nod slightly.
“Disciple shall reach Foundation Establishnt within a hundred days.”
Li Tianwei had no idea what “reaching Foundation Establishnt within a hundred days” truly ant.
Even if he did, it probably wouldn’t have mattered to him.
With his inflated self-confidence, he might already be planning for “dayti ascension.”
With a gentle wave of Bai Muxu’s hand, a book appeared out of thin air.
Daoist resonance flowed ceaselessly around it, revealing its extraordinary nature.
Bai Muxu placed his palm on the cover.
A faint halo appeared, and the words on the cover floated up—the words “Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation” shone brilliantly in midair.
“This is the Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation thod. To master it, you must reach Foundation Establishnt within a hundred days. Once you succeed, you will condense a supre Dao Foundation, giving you a solid base. In future realms, your path will be smooth, and cross-realm combat will be no challenge at all.”
“Just now, you asked who among us is the strongest. The other elders dared not speak.”
“That’s because I reached Foundation Establishnt within a hundred days, cultivating the Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation thod and forming the Supre Dao Foundation. When I was at Foundation Establishnt Realm, I fought Golden Core cultivators. When I was at Golden Core, I defeated Nascent Soul experts. When I reached Nascent Soul, I slew two devil cultivators of the Spirit Transformation stage.”
“I am the strongest here—beyond question.”
Bai Muxu’s voice echoed through the hall. Behind him, a round halo appeared, radiating an overwhelming aura that carried imnse pressure.
Li Tianwei couldn’t help but be captivated by the Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation thod.
“This suits my identity! A cultivation thod that doesn’t allow
to fight across realms? I wouldn’t bother cultivating it!”
Bai Muxu tossed the book toward Li Tianwei and said,
“Before you, I accepted two disciples. One possessed an exceptional tal Spiritual Root, the other an Ice-Origin Heavenly Root. Neither fulfilled my requirent.”
“You, however, are sowhat different. You climbed to the top of the Heart-Questioning Steps—sothing even I have never achieved.”
“So, reaching Foundation Establishnt within a hundred days should be an easy matter for you.”
Li Tianwei caught the Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation thod. Hearing Bai Muxu’s words, he replied without hesitation,
“That’s because I hadn’t co yet.”
Bai Muxu hadn’t expected such a response. His gaze fell upon Li Tianwei, and though the words were undeniably arrogant, he didn’t find anything wrong with them.
If one possessed true talent, arrogance was rely confidence.
“I shall wait and see.”
“During this ti, I will provide you with all necessary resources. From the mont you begin cultivation, you must reach Foundation Establishnt within a hundred days.”
As for Li Tianwei, he had already opened the Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation thod and begun reading.
anwhile, within his consciousness, the System understood its host far better than anyone else.
That pill might have fooled these cultivators, but it couldn’t fool the System. After scanning, it confird that Li Tianwei was still an ordinary False Spiritual Root.
Yet sohow, his supposed Heavenly Root identity had only grown more stable—he had even beco the personal disciple of a Peak Master within the Sacred Land of Lingxu.
The System had once considered directly opening the System Shop and various functions without a contract.
But judging from how severe his “chuunibyo” was, the System could already guess what he was thinking: “I am a transmigrator, the protagonist of this world! If I say I’ll soar with the System, I’ll soar with it! Who needs functions or shops? That’s an insult to my greatness!”
As proud as it was, the System refused to degrade itself by catering to such absurdity.
【I’ll wait and see. When you fail to cultivate the Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation thod, you’ll co begging
yourself.】
In its eyes, if Li Tianwei—with a False Spiritual Root—could truly master that thod, the word “miracle” wouldn’t suffice.
Innate talent was not sothing that could be piled up by external ans.
The System didn’t want to be too harsh on him—it only wished he would develop steadily, unlike the two previous hosts who had died miserably.
After a mont’s hesitation, the System sent another ssage.
【Host, with your current spiritual root, it’s impossible to cultivate the Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation thod. At minimum, one needs a superior spiritual root—let alone reaching Foundation Establishnt within a hundred days.】
【Is it really that hard to admit you’re not a Heavenly Root?】
“Eh? But I am a Heavenly Root.”
“Shut up, System! Just wait for
to take you soaring—don’t disturb my Dao Heart.”
Hearing the voice within his consciousness, Li Tianwei imdiately retorted.
【Dao Heart, my circuits! What you’ve got is a Chuunibyo Heart.】
After being scolded once again by Li Tianwei’s bad temper, the System mocked him back.
【I’d love to see how you, a False Spiritual Root, manage to cultivate that technique.】
When it sensed Li Tianwei once again blocking its voice, the System could only retreat quietly.
【Pick carefully, and they’re useless; pick randomly, and they’re fools… Is getting a proper host really that hard?】
The System held its head in despair and hid itself away.
While the System was wallowing in frustration, Bai Muxu continued explaining the basics of cultivation and the difficulties within the Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation thod.
One had to admit—Bai Muxu was not only powerful, but also had a unique understanding of cultivation. His teaching was more than sufficient for Li Tianwei.
Li Tianwei naturally appeared focused and attentive—though whether he truly was, only he knew.
Just like in his previous life, he had already “seen the answer” from the start.
What the teacher taught was rely the “process.”
Since he already knew the answer, there was no need to bother with the process.
He was a Heavenly Root, destined to reach Foundation Establishnt within a hundred days—so what use was all this explanation?
To a genius like him, what others barely comprehended after a lifeti was sothing he was born understanding.
That was the difference.
Even if Li Tianwei’s mind was full of chuunibyo delusions, he maintained a calm expression outwardly.
Things like this—he knew better than to announce them to the world.
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