6 - Crazy! Criticizing the Prime Minister for Being a Servant

### After being telepathically read by my master, my destiny was altered_Changemaking Lecture【Completed】》Page 6 *Heavenly Ice Spiritual Root? It's rare enough to have a single Ice Spiritual Root, let alone a variant one. A talent like that, even at the lowest mortal grade, would be sufficient to enter the inner sect for cultivation. But a heavenly grade? That would warrant immediate acceptance by an elder, and they could be taken in as a dedicated disciple, possibly even a personal protégé.* *If this interesting little girl really possesses a Heavenly Ice Spiritual Root, she might indeed make a delightful and adorable personal disciple.* She concentrated, her attention on the noises outside the hall. After a brief silence, a collective murmur erupted, followed by a sharp exclamation, "Heavenly Ice Spiritual Root!" Then, a voice echoed in Ran Fanyin's mind, loud enough to be spoken aloud and reach down the mountain—painful and woeful: *[It's true... Damn heavens!! Just strike me down already!!!]* Elder Ran squinted, peering through the hall doors out of the window. The sky was a clear blue, without a cloud in sight. *That little one isn't afraid of attracting lightning.* She permitted herself a small smile, leisurely waving her folding fan. "Sister Sect Leader, I haven't taken on a disciple in centuries." The person seated at the head glanced at her, saying, "Not advisable. You possess a Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, which would conflict." "Sharing the Heavenly grade, I know exactly how to cultivate for optimal efficiency; otherwise, such talent is just wasted potential." Besides representing exceptional talent, the Heavenly grade also signifies difficulty in cultivation. Each step they take yields greater progress than others' many strides, yet their progress is slow, requiring numerous celestial resources. Ordinary sects can't support such geniuses, nor can regular individuals teach them. But the Shangyun Sect can, and Ran Fanyin can. The Sect Leader pondered for a moment, then said, "We will deliberate on this matter later." “If that little one chooses me as well, you must not interfere, Sister.” The Sect Leader ground her teeth, reluctantly agreeing, “Fine, fine, as you wish.” *“Given the circumstances, let's observe further.”* The Sect Leader sighed. Soon enough, the excitement outside surged again, and simultaneously, Ran Fanyin heard another voice from the girl: *[The female lead has appeared, wow, truly deserving of the title. Climbing so many steps yet remaining so graceful and beautiful like a lovely white flower. If I didn't know you were obsessed with love, I might feel pity. Ugh, what's so impressive? Just a Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root.]* Ran Fanyin was stunned by this successive outburst of “heavenly grade”, momentarily at a loss for words. What was wrong with the heavens lately? Handing out geniuses wholesale? But what does "love-obsessed" mean? She knew what love meant... Predictably, a sharp voice followed in the next second, “Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root.” Prepared a moment or two earlier, her eyes widened slightly out of sheer surprise. Everyone else was at a loss, especially the Sect Leader, who clapped his hands, “Wonderful! Heaven blesses our Shangyun Sect with such geniuses to aid our growth.” Elder Ran covered her mouth with her fan, her tone full of cheer, *“I never expected to find two perfect disciples today, one Ice and one Fire, truly complementary.”* “Wow, senior sister hasn’t taken a disciple in over five hundred years, and now she has two. Solving the problem of personal disciples at once, how fortunate,” commented Helan Mianmian, the Sixth Elder, resting her head on her hand with envy, “Unlike me, who hasn’t found a suitable candidate in centuries.” Ran Fanyin looked at her affectionately, “Why the rush for a personal disciple? Thinking of retirement? You’d have to consult the Sect Leader, Sister.” “Ugh!” Elder Helan changed her posture, “Finding a personal disciple would be like raising a little one. If I don't find one soon, I might consider having my own.” The Sect Leader cleared his throat, “Let’s not stray off-topic; cease the chatter.” Elder Helan glared at him and muttered under her breath, “Blockhead.” Outside, since the real female lead, Lin Yuxue, appeared, Ning Songwu had quietly hidden behind a hall pillar, its vast size easily concealing her petite form. She decided to hide as long as she could, staying quiet during the ceremony and blending in with those who didn’t make the cut to go down the mountain later. Despite her genuine admiration for the book's most lucid, kind-hearted character, Ran Fanyin—whom she believed was the true antagonist—she didn't want to be mixed up in this affair. No matter how formidable the original Ning Songwu was, it had nothing to do with her. She just wanted to return home and sleep well. She genuinely felt pitiful. Utterly pitiful. Outside her hiding spot, Lin Yuxue, the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root holder, was surrounded by people. Earlier, Ning Songwu had been similarly encircled, but using Lin Yuxue’s entrance as a diversion, she slipped out, now mostly unnoticed. After all, Lin Yuxue was very similar to Ran Fanyin, holding a Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root. Likely, she would be the favored disciple. Therefore, people seized the opportunity to flatter her. In the book, Ran Fanyin indeed chose Lin Yuxue first but didn’t hasten to make her a personal disciple. Later, she also selected Ning Songwu solely because she had a Heavenly grade. Such grade requires unique cultivation methods that only Elder Ran could guide within Shangyun Sect. Lin Yuxue, however, paid little attention to the crowd, sternly asking, “Where is the Heavenly Ice Spiritual Root bearer?” Her surrounding realized, yes, there was another heavenly grade just now. They searched around to no avail. “She couldn’t have fallen, could she?” a male student wondered, scratching his head. Another chimed in, “If she fell from here, she wouldn’t have survived, right?” “What are you thinking? Of course she wouldn't!” “Oh no, I might have knocked someone off while rushing up the steps.” One laughed, “Don’t worry, Elder Ran was there earlier and saved her. We don’t know where she’s gone now.” Behind the pillar, Ning Songwu sneered, recognizing the voice. If she had the chance in the future, she’d ensure he experienced the sensation of falling from a great height! The time had come to open the hall doors. Ning Songwu slipped in, hiding at the back of the crowd, silently standing by the pillar, waiting for the right moment to hide away.