65: Chapter 65 Ye Bufan Advances to Fourth-Grade Spiritual Root!

The children obediently scattered.

Ye Changge brought Ye Bufan to his own quiet room in Changge Hall.

The door to the quiet room closed, isolating them from the hustle and bustle outside.

Ye Changge looked at the youth before him, whose figure had begun to lengthen, and whose features already held a touch of composure, and asked with a serious expression:

"Bufan, are you aware of your own cultivation Aptitude?"

Ye Bufan's body stiffened slightly, then he nodded, his voice steady but unable to hide a trace of depth:

"I am aware, Ninth-Grade Spirit Root."

He paused, raised his head, tried to force a smile onto his face, and looked at Ye Changge with bright eyes,

"But Father, I believe that as long as I work hard enough, even if I cannot compare to those talented Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, I will definitely be able to go further than those who have poor talent and do not work hard!"

Ye Changge felt gratified.

He reached out, ruffled Ye Bufan's head firmly, and laughed aloud,

"Good! Well said! You truly are the son of Ye Changge! Remember, as long as the hope in your heart is not extinguished, there are infinite possibilities!"

Ye Bufan nodded heavily: "Yes! I understand, Father!"

Ye Changge smiled and said no more. With a thought,

a small insect resembling a young silkworm, emitting a soft, hazy white light, appeared in his palm.

It wriggled slightly, with halos of light circulating around its body, appearing strange yet sacred.

"Father, what is this?"

Ye Bufan looked curiously at the glowing insect.

Ye Changge did not explain directly, but said solemnly:

"This object may bring you great benefits, but the process of using it may be somewhat painful.

Bufan, you must remember Father's words: no matter how painful it is, you must maintain your focus and firmly believe in hope.

Can you do it?"

Ye Bufan looked at his father's serious expression, then at the strange Gu,

and although he did not understand, out of unconditional trust in his father,

he puffed out his chest without hesitation and said loudly: "I am ready, Father! I will not let you down!"

That determination and unreserved trust belonging to a youth reassured Ye Changge.

He did not hesitate any longer, flicked his fingertip, and the "hope gu" transformed into a gentle white light,

slowly sinking into Ye Bufan's Dantian.

Ye Bufan only felt a warmth in his lower abdomen, and immediately after, an indescribable burning and expansive sensation exploded!

He let out a muffled groan, and fine beads of sweat instantly seeped from his forehead.

His small body began to tremble uncontrollably,

but he bit his lip tightly, clenched his hands into fists, and his father's words echoed repeatedly in his mind:

"Maintain your focus... firmly believe in hope..."

Ye Changge nervously monitored his son's state, ready to intervene and protect him at any moment.

He saw that faint, unstable Spiritual Qi light began to emanate from Ye Bufan's body, his aura fluctuating violently.

His aura fluctuated violently, his small body trembled incessantly, and sweat had already soaked his clothes.

He clenched his teeth, and shallow bloodstains had been bitten onto his lips.

After the hope gu entered his body, it did not merge gently; instead, it was like a blazing spark that suddenly exploded deep within his Dantian.

That power was violent and scorching.

His consciousness began to blur, and darkness crept into the edges of his vision.

Just as he was about to faint, his father's steady and powerful voice resonated in his heart once again:

"Maintain your focus... firmly believe in hope..."

"I will not let you down."

Ye Bufan's unfocused eyes suddenly sharpened!

In his mind, his father's gentle, encouraging smile appeared, he remembered his mother Xiao Cui's eager expectations, and the admiring gazes of his younger siblings.

That spark was ignited by the intense pain and his conviction, suddenly turning into a raging prairie fire!

"Ah—!!!"

A low roar finally spilled from the depths of his throat; it was no longer a cry of pain, but a declaration full of determination.

He no longer tried to resist that violent power, but instead actively opened his mind and body.

The white light transformed from the hope gu seemed to sense the complete transformation of the Host's will,

and suddenly became much more docile and gentle.

That Ninth-Grade Spirit Root, which was originally dim, weak, and like a candle in the wind,

under the nourishment of the white light and the rewriting of some rule, began to undergo a drastic change, as if being reborn!

Impurities were refined and expelled, and its structure was optimized and restructured,

while his perception of and affinity for Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi climbed at an astonishing speed.

The pain did not diminish, but Ye Bufan's heart became quieter and brighter.

He seemed to see a light, a light that split Chaos and guided the way forward.

He "ran" towards that light with all his might.

Time in the quiet room seemed to lose its meaning.

After an unknown amount of time, the chaotic Spiritual Qi light around Ye Bufan finally stabilized completely,

turning into a layer of gentle, pure, pale cyan halo that slowly retracted.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud, drenched as if he had been fished out of water,

his face pale as paper, but his eyes were startlingly bright, like stars washed clean of dust.

At the same time, Ye Changge's own Spiritual Root also produced a strange movement at this moment.

He knew this was feedback from Ye Bufan.

He did not check it,

but stepped forward quickly, carefully lifting his son and leaning him against his chest,

while at the same time probing his body with a wisp of pure Foundation Establishment spiritual power.

With this probe, even though Ye Changge had been mentally prepared, his heart was stirred with stormy waves!

Inside the Dantian, that original small and impure Spiritual Root had already disappeared,

and what replaced it was undoubtedly a Fourth-Grade Spirit Root!

Moreover, the Foundation was extremely solid, with no signs of instability, as if it had been that way from birth.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ye Changge said "good" three times in a row, his face showing uncontrollable ecstasy and gratification,

and he patted Ye Bufan's shoulder firmly,

"Bufan, you did it! You withstood the test and held onto hope! From this day on, you possess the Aptitude of a Fourth-Grade Spirit Root!"

"Four... Fourth-Grade?"

Although Ye Bufan felt his body was unprecedentedly light and clear, and his perception of Spiritual Qi was more than ten times sharper,

hearing his father confirm it personally still gave him a strong sense of unreality.

Ninth-Grade and Fourth-Grade are as different as heaven and earth! Is this really me?

"That's right, it is indeed a Fourth-Grade Spirit Root."

Ye Changge affirmed, his tone becoming solemn,

"Bufan, remember, this matter is of great importance and must never be mentioned to anyone."

Ye Bufan was startled, but immediately understood and nodded vigorously:

"I understand, Father! An innocent man commits no crime, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

"It is good that you understand." Ye Changge's eyes showed admiration,

"Externally, if anyone notices that your cultivation speed is abnormal, or if a Spiritual Root test shows discrepancies, you should say it is a 'hidden Spiritual Root' that was activated and revealed under a specific Opportunity.

The Cultivation World is full of strange stories, and although hidden Spiritual Roots are rare, they are not entirely without precedent, so this explanation can barely cover it up. But remember, unless absolutely necessary, do not expose your true Foundation. In the Sect, you must still remain low-key and endure in the early stages, accumulating strength in secret. Once your cultivation has achieved success, you will naturally be able to soar into the sky, and no one will dare to easily criticize you again."

"Yes, Father, I will remember!" Ye Bufan earnestly noted every one of his father's instructions.