Chapter 119.2: The Cave pt. 1
Dozens of feet underground, Chen Guo ate a mouthful of sand and asked, “Daozu, what technique is this? Why do I have to keep chewing sand?”
Demonic cultivator, “Your earth spiritual root is too weak to perform my escape technique, and the sand contains extremely strong earth spirit energy. As long as you use the technique I taught you, you can temporarily refine the earth spirit energy and you won’t be slower than those cultivators flying on swords.”
Chen Guo thought for a while. “My water root is not bad. Daozu, aren't you born with a single water root? Is there a water escape technique? I can drink water instead. Sand is too unpalatable.”
Demonic cultivator, “Am I asking you to eat? I’m asking you to refine! To think, as a generation of Daoist Grandmaster, which one of my disciples in the sect weren’t talented and savvy? How did I end up with a stupid donkey like you? If I hadn't predicted that you and I have a chance encounter, hmph!”
Chen Guo defended aggrievedly, “Daozu, all your disciples have single spiritual root, while I have four. How can I compare to them?”
Demonic cultivator, “So what if you have four-element spiritual root? As long as you’re obedient, I naturally can raise you to become a single spiritual root.”
Chen Guo was overjoyed. “Daozu, can you refine the fetal sculpting talisman too? I heard that Jing-laozu of Frostcloud Sect has received your inheritance!”
The demonic cultivator froze. “O-Of course I know how to make the fetal sculpting talisman. What trick did that Jing Yue kid not learn from me?”
Chen Guo was puzzled. “Kid? Isn’t he your fourth disciple?”