From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Before Fang Ren could respond, Lin Bozhong next to him couldn't wait to speak up, his face full of excitement, "Grandpa Mu, you don't know, our young master actually wasn't a mortal incapable of cultivation at all, it was just that his Spiritual Root emerged a bit late.

Our young master's Spiritual Root is very special, born with the ability to repair meridians, and it even has a Spirit Form!"

"Spirit Form?"

Mu Qing Mountain was astonished, knowing that a Spirit Form was a miraculous thing.

A Spirit Form was the divine entity inherently carried within a Spiritual Root, such as the Silver Wheel behind Mu Huanqing, which people called the Hundred Martial Divine Weapon, or the Spirit Lion of the Central Area Military Commander, or Song Mobei of the Tiandao Sword Sect with his Giant Heaven Gang Sword...

These were all Spirit Forms.

There were innumerable cultivators on Earth, but those owning a Spirit Form numbered no more than a thousand, and each person possessing a Spirit Form had an extraordinarily exceptional Cultivational Talent.

Spirit Forms were born from Spiritual Roots and contained unique Cultivation Techniques inherent from birth, such as Mu Huanqing's "Creation Divine Art," the Central Area Military Commander's "Mad Lion Scorches Heaven Art," and Song Mobei's "Heaven Gang Sword Art"...

These were all Cultivation Techniques born from their Spirit Forms, incredibly powerful and beyond the current understanding of humanity. Moreover, only the possessors of the Spirit Forms could cultivate these techniques, which were inaccessible to others.

When Lin Bozhong said that Fang Ren's Spiritual Root had a Spirit Form, he was truly taken by surprise.

"May I have a look?" asked Mu Qing Mountain, looking at Fang Ren.

Hearing this, Fang Ren thought, since the fact that he could repair himself was already known to them, revealing his Spirit Form was no big deal.

"Qianye, come out for a moment."

As soon as Fang Ren called out, the whole villa exploded into action.

Boom—

The entire second floor roof of the villa was blasted into the sky, and behind Fang Ren, a four-meter-tall gray giant tree stood in the room, covered in complex patterns, lush with branches and leaves, and emitting a kaleidoscope of shining lights.

Each tip of its branches bore a small fruit of varying colors, and the luxuriant roots at the base of the tree were ethereal, directly penetrating through the floor and extending downward.

"This..."

Both Lin Bozhong and Mu Qing Mountain were stunned by this sight. It was the first time either had ever seen a Spirit Form that was a giant tree, and Mu Hui, standing next to them, was also looking at the tree with a face full of surprise.

As the rooftop of the villa was ripped off and sunlight began streaming in, most of it was blocked by Qianye's branches and leaves.

Fang Ren looked at the lifted-off roof, frowning, "You were supposed to extend a branch, who told you to wreck the house?"

"..."

Following Fang Ren's words, the giant tree suddenly bent down its trunk, stretching a branch to scratch its own main body as if a child who had done wrong was preparing to get scolded.

"This thing... it has its own consciousness?"

Mu Qing Mountain was visibly amazed after seeing this. It was the first time in his 210 years since the start of the Cultivation Era that he had encountered a Spirit Form with a self-consciousness.

The giant tree scratched its head, then, as if struck by a thought, suddenly straightened up. The branch that had been scratching its head waved excitedly towards the sky, as if celebrating its own cleverness.

Whoosh—

The next instant, the entire four-meter-tall giant tree transformed into a cloud of gray brilliance which scattered down, eventually consolidating into the size of a palm on the ground. Then, a small creature popped out from the midst of the gray light.

The small creature was entirely gray and only the size of a palm, its body composed of six round pieces of wood of various sizes; a round piece for the head, with two eyes and a mouth but no nose or ears, a round piece for the body without a belly button, and four round pieces for the limbs, with neither claws nor feet.

It looked extremely cute, akin to a toy doll from a toy store.

Above the small creature's head floated a small gray halo that followed it wherever it went.

Pat pat—

As the small creature ran around, its footsteps made a very pleasant sound as they hit the ground.

It wasn't until it stopped at Fang Ren's feet that the small creature ceased its movement, looking up at Fang Ren with two round eyes clasping Fang Ren's foot, its eyes narrowing and mouth curving into a silly smile, and it even let out a sound, "Hei ha~"

"Hei ha?"

Lin Bozhong, Mu Qing Mountain, and Mu Hui stared dumbfounded at the little fellow, completely stunned.

A Spirit Form that could transform? That could speak? A living being!

"A most rare Spirit Form," said Mu Qing Mountain with a furrowed brow.

As Mu Qing Mountain was speaking, the small creature suddenly began to emit a red aura, which transferred from Fang Ren's foot into his entire body.

Fang Ren immediately felt a slight warmth in his body, but before two seconds had elapsed, the red glow enveloping the creature clinging to his foot suddenly dispersed, vanishing into the air, and the heat within his body dissipated along with it.

"Hee-ha~"

The little creature joyfully circled Fang Ren, who squinted at it, afraid it would bump into his crutch. He thus extended his hand to move the crutch aside.

However, with this movement, Fang Ren suddenly realized that when he flexed the muscles in his back, there was no accompanying sensation of effort—an instant later, he remembered Qianye's ability.

He then moved his legs and found that sensation had returned to both of them, and the stabbing pain in his knee had also disappeared.

Fang Ren flexed his legs a few times, the bandages around them bursting open from the force, revealing clearly the movement of his knee bones.

Mu Huanqing and Lin Bozhong, upon seeing this, had disbelief written all over their eyes.

They knew all too well the extent of Fang Ren's injuries, especially the comminuted fracture in his knee. Even with a Bone Repairing Pill, it would take a week to heal.

The little creature had merely emitted a red light for less than two seconds and had directly healed Fang Ren's leg?

Mu Qing Mountain was also astonished. Fang Ren had come out leaning on a crutch and supported by his granddaughter, which surely meant a broken leg. This was an injury Mu Qing Mountain understood well; it was impossible to heal instantly, and yet, the reality was right there in front of them.

Turning his gaze from the little creature, Mu Qing Mountain looked at Fang Ren and said, "It's indeed a very magical Spirit Form, but it seems to serve only a medicinal purpose, lacking in offensive power.

Its ability can indeed benefit Human society, but Qing'er's Spirit Form is the offensive Hundred Martial Divine Weapon. The next generation should inherit an aggressive Spirit Form, and you two don't quite match."

Upon hearing Mu Qing Mountain say they "don't quite match," Lin Bozhong's expression turned to a smile as it seemed Old Master Mu was considering whether Fang Ren could be a suitable suitor for his granddaughter, significantly softening his stance from before.

"Old Master Mu, this humble individual believes that with Madame Xuan's ability, possessing such a recovery power on the battlefield, coupled with relentless attack, would be far stronger and more practical," Lin Bozhong said.

Mu Qing Mountain glared at him, then hesitated for a long time before finally asking Fang Ren, "When did you acquire your Spiritual Root?"

"Less than a week ago," Fang Ren replied.

"And your current Cultivation Realm?"

"Early stage of Qi Gathering."

Mu Qing Mountain was somewhat disappointed. Although it was true that someone who had just started cultivating for a week could not break through the initial stage of Qi Gathering, Fang Ren was already twenty-two years old.

Without the ability to overcome huge barriers, he still would not be suitable for his granddaughter.

"Are you offering me an opportunity?" Fang Ren noticed the implication in his words and asked.

With a furrowed brow, Mu Qing Mountain looked at him and said, "Your help in restoring Qing'er's Cultivation Ability is something I, as her grandfather, am certainly grateful for.

But you must understand, everyone believes Qing'er and Song Mobei are a match made in heaven, and even now, I still believe this. If you want to marry Qing'er, you must surpass Song Mobei or get infinitely close to him. But for you, who started Cultivation so late, the chance is almost nil."

"How much time can you give me?" Fang Ren asked directly.

After struggling inwardly for a moment, Mu Qing Mountain answered, "If you can reach the Chongshan Realm within two years, I'll acknowledge that you are worthy of Qing'er. Then, I'll choose to help you."

Mu Hui immediately furrowed her brow at his words and said, "Grandpa! Reaching the Chongshan Realm in two years is an impossibility!"

Between the Qi Gathering Realm and Chongshan Realm, there are the Intense Concentration Realm, Yuanxin Realm, and the Shuiru Realm—three major tiers. In other words, in two years, Fang Ren must advance through four major Tiers to reach his goal, which is, frankly, impossible.

Even she, with the highest Cultivational Talent in Human history, was fifteen years old when she broke through to the Chongshan Realm.

She started Cultivation at the age of five, and it took her a total of ten years to progress from Qi Gathering Realm to the Chongshan Realm. Asking Fang Ren to accomplish in two years what took her ten years was essentially demanding that he possesses a talent five times greater than hers!

"Old Master Mu, can't you give a little more time? The young master has only just begun Cultivation; even with exceptional talent, the start is always hard to adjust to," Lin Bozhong also pleaded on the side.

"That is the maximum time I can offer," Mu Qing Mountain said to Fang Ren. "If you can breach the Chongshan Realm in two years, I can give you another five years. That is, if your strength approaches that of Song Mobei before Qing'er turns thirty-two, I'll agree to your marriage.

But let's make it clear upfront, if you can't pass this two-year test, then don't expect me to fight for you for the next five years."

"Grandpa, even if you set these terms, I won't agree to marry someone else when the time comes," Mu Hui Qing declared.

"Old Master Mu, can't you see how much they love each other? Please give them more time," Lin Bozhong interjected.

Ignoring the comments from the side, Mu Qing Mountain continued, looking at Fang Ren, "Do you agree?"

"If I don't agree, are you going to force Qing'er to marry that man?" Fang Ren asked.

"What do you think?"

Clenching his teeth, Fang Ren stated, "Fine! I agree! Two years—in these two years, you are not allowed to force Qing'er into anything!"

"Me, force my own granddaughter?" Mu Qing Mountain frowned. "The whole world operates this way. I'm just looking after the bigger picture and the family's honor, doing what I'm supposed to in my position."