Chapter 100: The Superior Spiritual Roots of Both Parents

"Ifan, what’s... what’s wrong?"

Seeing the expression on his son's face, Su Zhenguo’s heart skipped a beat.

No way!

Could it be that his son had been diagnosed with some hidden, serious illness?

That couldn’t be. He hadn’t felt any discomfort and had been eating well—how could there be a problem with his health?

“Ifan, could it be that your father and I have some health issues?” Zhang Hong also cast an inquisitive glance.

“There is indeed a problem,” Su Yifan withdrew his hand and smiled.

What?

There really was a problem?

No, that can’t be!

If there truly was a problem, why would their son be smiling?

“Ifan, stop beating around the bush,” Su Zhenguo said anxiously.

Seeing his father so restless, Su Yifan smiled and said, “Mom, Dad, both of you have an exceptional talent... for martial cultivation.”

“Really?” Su Zhenguo’s eyes widened instantly at those words.

“Ifan, you’re not joking with us, are you?” Zhang Hong asked.

At their age, how could they possibly possess any talent?

Seeing their disbelief, Su Yifan continued, “It’s true. In the language of cultivators, you both possess spiritual roots that many cultivators dream of having.”

“Spiritual roots?”

Su Zhenguo scratched his head, half confused.

“Yes. People with spiritual roots are one in ten thousand. The spiritual root is the primary factor determining the speed at which a cultivator can progress.”

“After careful verification just now, both of you possess spiritual roots—high-grade spiritual roots at that,” Su Yifan explained.

To be honest, when he first detected the spiritual roots in his parents, he was a bit incredulous.

But after meticulously rechecking, he was certain—the spiritual roots in his parents were genuine.

Most importantly, they both possessed top-grade spiritual roots coveted by countless cultivators.

Even possessing a low-grade spiritual root is a one-in-ten-thousand rarity, let alone a high-grade one.

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And suddenly, the Su family had two high-grade spiritual roots. If this news got out, no one would believe it.

If this were the cultivation world, the two of them would be coveted so fiercely by the major sects that the competition would be bloody.

Originally, Su Zhenguo and his wife thought their son was joking to cheer them up. But hearing him speak so seriously, they had no choice but to believe him.

“Hahaha… I always knew I’m a one-in-a-million martial prodigy. Son, enough talk—just pass on your most powerful martial arts secrets to your mother and me.”

“When your mother and I become peerless masters, let’s see who dares to cause trouble in our family,” Su Zhenguo said, grinning ear to ear.

At that moment, he was already envisioning himself as an unparalleled expert, dominating the world.

Zhang Hong rolled her eyes at her husband’s smugness and said, “You’re so full of yourself—can you be a bit serious? Ifan hasn’t even finished.”

Hearing his wife, Su Zhenguo’s expression turned serious. “Ifan, you know more about this. Please continue.”

Seeing his father’s quick change in demeanor, Su Yifan wanted to laugh but held back.

He paused briefly, then said solemnly, “Mom, Dad, your spiritual roots are Wood and Water. Let me think about which breathing techniques suit you best.”

With that, Su Yifan began to ponder carefully.

Since their spiritual roots were high-grade, he couldn’t just assign any breathing method—that would be a waste.

He had to find suitable and effective techniques.

After some careful consideration, he finally selected a set of breathing techniques appropriate for each of them.

“Mom, Dad, I’ll transmit the breathing methods that suit you now. You must remember them well.”

As he spoke, Su Yifan pressed his fingers to their foreheads, transmitting the two breathing techniques directly into their minds.

It took only a moment.

Then Su Yifan withdrew his hand and said, “Dad, the breathing technique I gave you is called ‘Supreme Heavenly Heart Art.’”

“Mom, the one I gave you is ‘Nine Heavens Immortal Veil Technique.’ If you cultivate according to these methods, you will definitely become formidable in the future.”

Although their parents were not young, these two techniques were of celestial grade.

If they practiced diligently, achieving transcendence wouldn’t be impossible.

“Ifan, can I become as formidable as you someday?” Su Zhenguo asked.

Previously, he had avoided cultivation for fear of hardship.

But after witnessing his son’s impressive abilities, he became inspired.

After some thought, he finally asked if he could start cultivating.

To his surprise, it was possible.

Su Yifan felt a bit embarrassed but said, “Don’t worry, Dad. With your and Mom’s extraordinary spiritual roots, you’ll surpass me in strength one day.”

Of course, this was not entirely true.

Although his parents had high-grade spiritual roots, he himself was even more extraordinary because of his unique constitution.

It was called the “Pure Mortal Body.”

According to his beautiful master, this constitution was the strongest and most unique in all of history.

Because it was innate and pure, it was the most perfect body in existence.

Precisely because of this, his master had chosen the “Primordial Purple Qi Technique” for him.

Hearing his son’s words, Su Zhenguo was filled with excitement. “Hahaha, from today onward, your father officially begins cultivation.”

Without another word, he grabbed his wife’s hand and was about to head back to their room to practice.

“Mom, Dad, wait a moment!” Su Yifan hurriedly called after them.

The couple stopped in their tracks.

“This is for you,” Su Yifan said, handing a universe pouch to his father.

“What’s this?” Su Zhenguo took the pouch and opened it, finding it filled with fist-sized, translucent white stones.

Suddenly, he realized something. “Could these be spirit stones?”

Although he was not a martial artist before and had never seen spirit stones, he had heard his grandfather mention them.

“That’s right, these are spirit stones. There are four thousand in total, meant for your cultivation,” Su Yifan explained, then transmitted the method to refine the spirit stones to them.

Having done all this, he cautioned, “Mom, Dad, you must never tell anyone about your cultivation.”

“Why?”

Both Su Zhenguo and Zhang Hong looked at him with questioning eyes.

Su Yifan pondered briefly and fabricated a reason: “Because this involves the inheritance of my sect. If others find out, I would become a traitor for all eternity.”

He didn’t want to lie, but for their safety, he had no choice.

Hearing his son’s serious tone, the couple nodded repeatedly.

“Don’t worry, son. We understand.”

With that, they left the room.

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