C83 The Terror of Senior Brother Devil Sect.

This crowd had been brimming with aggression, convinced of their own exceptional nature. Yet, they were terrified by a mere fan. Witnessing this, Shangguan Yue couldn't help but chuckle at the irony.

Indeed, it's human nature to bully the weak and cower before the strong.

A draft swept through the Inner Sect's round platform, creeping from its narrowest point and sending a shiver through everyone gathered.

The fan executed a sharp turn in the air before gracefully returning to Jiang Su's grasp.

Clutching the fan, its surface pristine white, he exuded an air of nobility.

He was the epitome of a noble young master, untouchable and revered.

All the female cultivators present simultaneously held their breath, seemingly fearful of breaking the spell of the moment.

Even in his wrath or in the act of killing, this youth in white struck them as nothing short of breathtaking.

Xi Junrong, stationed on the platform, glanced up at Jiang Su, his eyes betraying a flicker of astonishment.

Jiang Su was defending him.

Yang Tian delivered a sharp slap to his own cheek, a jarring reminder of the task at hand.

But now, with Jiang Su seething, no one dared approach to console him.

Jiang Su casually fanned himself. Onlookers felt a prickle of fear at the sight, particularly those who had narrowly escaped the fan's lethal potential.

Their legs turned to jelly, overwhelmed by dread.

Time had slipped away unnoticed, and yet the fan's arc remained unchanged. A hush had fallen over the hall; not a soul dared utter a word.

A frigid, suffocating atmosphere continued to spread throughout the space.

The Inner Sect's round platform was intricately etched with runes that climbed from the floor to the four pillars buttressing the room, exuding a sense of mystery and grandeur.

The cultivators glanced down to discover a thin layer of frost crystallizing on the ground.

Their breath caught in their chests. This man in white bore no resemblance to an ordinary Outer Sect disciple; he was more akin to a demon.

In a swift motion, Jiang Su stowed the fan in his sleeve, leapt effortlessly onto the platform, and placed his hand on the Divine Inspection Stone. Almost instantly, the stone radiated a warm orange glow that filled its entire surface.

The two elders, namely the Hall Masters of the Cultivation Hall and Myriad Hall, were taken aback.

For years, they had assessed the spiritual roots and divine sense of disciples at the First Devil Sect. They had encountered the Orange Divine Sense before; in fact, a young man had just displayed it.

Yet, they had never witnessed such an intense orange glow!

Jiang Su's divine sense had to be extraordinarily strong.

The onlookers beneath the round platform were equally astonished by Jiang Su's formidable divine sense, but none dared to voice their thoughts.

Their eyes were wide as they fixated on the serene young man in white atop the platform.

Lee Shiyan was particularly astounded. Could there truly be someone with such a potent divine sense in the Cultivation World? He recalled that no such marvel accompanied the top entrant of the Azure Cloud Rankings.

The surrounding crowd's faces were etched with respect and admiration for Jiang Su.

Unaware of their reactions, Jiang Su found the silence refreshing. "At last, they've quieted down," he mused.

Approaching the Spirit Inspection Stone, he knew he had to flawlessly fabricate a spiritual root.

As Jiang Su placed his hand on the stone, not only did Yang Tian stretch his neck to see, but the others also waited with bated breath, eager to discover his spiritual root.

But the stone remained inert for a prolonged period.

The Hall Master of the Myriad Hall's hand shook as he held the stone. Could their Eldest Senior Brother be a cultivator without a spiritual root? Impossible. Without a spiritual root, one couldn't channel Qi into their body, let alone advance to the Mid Period of Foundation Stage.

What was happening?

A smile played on Jiang Su's lips as he regarded the Spirit Inspection Stone. As expected, it couldn't detect the Celestial Spiritual Root.

At his silent command, the Ring of Chaos on his finger channeled slivers of Empyrean Thunder Lightning into his fingertips, which the stone eagerly absorbed.

In a flash, the Spirit Inspection Stone was alive with crackling lightning and booming thunder.

"So our Eldest Senior Brother is actually blessed with a Thunder Spiritual Root! It's no surprise then that Elder Chiu Yue chose you as his Head Disciple! Truly a stroke of luck for our Devil Sect!"

Upon hearing this revelation, Yang Tian was taken aback. Jiang Su possessed a Thunder Spiritual Root?

Such cultivators were a rarity in the entire Cultivation World.

It made sense why Bai Yih regarded Jiang Su with such wariness.

In his astonishment, Yang Tian lost his balance and tumbled off the stool, landing face-first.

Rubbing his bruised right elbow, he quickly got to his feet, feigning nonchalance. If he didn't show embarrassment, then no one else could feel it for him.

"To think there are actually people with a Thunder Spiritual Root in this world. This is my first encounter with one."

Lee Shiyan was unaware that he had just laid eyes on a Heaven Grade spiritual root, a rarity in the Cultivation World.

The Myriad Hall's Hall Master's words enlightened the crowd; this was the renowned Jiang He, Elder Chiu Yue's Head Disciple.

Could he truly be this formidable? Weren't there rumors that he was merely a Cook Disciple? That his fortune was merely stumbling upon the Ancestral Dragon Martial Spirit in the back mountain? Was that not the sole reason he was chosen as the elder's Head Disciple?

Their previous assumptions now seemed absurd. The Eldest Senior Brother was indeed endowed with a Thunder Spiritual Root!

For reasons unknown to Lee Shiyan, even after witnessing Jiang Su's stern lesson to the crowd, he felt no fear towards him. He casually approached Jiang Su and Xi Junrong.

Xi Junrong's gaze fell upon Jiang Su, his eyes sparkling.

"Moved, aren't you? Our Devil Sect's Eldest Senior Brother just went out of his way to defend you. Care to share more now?"

Lee Shiyan reached out to touch Xi Junrong, who quietly brushed his hand aside.

The trio atop the round platform appeared almost otherworldly, disconnected from those below. Meanwhile, the female cultivators beneath them were visibly thrilled.

They looked up at the three men with eyes brimming with envy.

Jiang Su's striking features needed no praise; his mere presence was a captivating sight. Lee Shiyan, the pampered young noble, had a delicate and fair complexion that only added to his refined looks. And Xi Junrong, though clad in a black robe, could not conceal his ruggedly handsome face.

Jiang Su approached Yang Tian and stated flatly, "Yang Tian, hand Xi Junrong a Jade Slip."

His tone was not one of request, but of command.

Upon hearing his directive, the onlookers finally found their voices. They harbored many grievances regarding Jiang Su's behavior, yet none dared to voice their concerns loudly, resorting instead to hushed murmurs.

The reason for their reticence was clear: those remaining were cultivators possessing Triple Spiritual Roots or even superior talents. Only such gifted individuals were deemed fit to cross the threshold of the First Devil Sect. Yet, in a controversial move, Jiang Su was now considering the admission of someone deemed unworthy—a cultivator with a Quinary Spiritual Root.