The Family Is Too Invincible, I Just Choose To Put It Badly

"Third Young Master?

Third Young Master? "

Fang Lan snapped out of his daze when he heard the familiar voice calling out to him.

His eyes, which had been dim and lifeless, suddenly brightened.

Have I … transmigrated?

He muttered to himself as he looked at his surroundings and the old man standing next to him with a warm smile on his face.

At this moment, the old man said, "Third Young Master, please place your palm on the Testing Crystal for the Spiritual Root Test."

Spiritual Root Test …

Fang Lan had a strange expression on his face when he heard the old man's voice.

Could it be that he had transmigrated to a fantasy cultivation world?

It was only at this moment that he realized he was standing on a stone platform. In front of him was a crystal that was the size of a head and was shining with a myriad of colors.

The crystal was engraved with countless complicated runes. Each rune was as dazzling as a star. Fang Lan's consciousness could not help but sink into it.

The square platform was filled with people. They were all whispering to each other as they discussed something.

Fang Lan looked at the Testing Crystal in front of him and then at the old man who had an expectant expression on his face. He had a bad feeling about this.

Testing his innate Spiritual Root at the beginning … Fang Lan was too familiar with this plot.

Was this not the Trash Counterattack Style?

Could it be …

Fang Lan stopped thinking and took a deep breath before he slowly placed his palm on the Testing Crystal. Next, he had to verify his guess.

If his guess was correct, his innate talent was …

Before he could finish his thought, the Testing Crystal flashed, and a line of words slowly appeared in the air.

Low-grade Yellow-Rank Spiritual Root — Inferior!

"As expected …" Fang Lan was not angry when he saw the line of words. Instead, he laughed.

'Next, should I be mocked and said,' Life is full of ups and downs. Don't look down on me because I'm poor? '

He muttered to himself as he looked at the crowd below the platform.

Come on … Let the storm come even fiercer!

Fang Lan closed his eyes and waited for the crowd to mock him.

One second …

Two seconds …

Three seconds …

After a few seconds, Fang Lan still did not hear any mockery from the crowd. He could not help but open his eyes and look around in confusion.

"Third Young Master.

What happened to you? "

The old man could not help but ask when he saw Fang Lan's expression.

Fang Lan blinked and pondered for a long time before asking, "The Inferior Yellow Rank Spiritual Root is the lowest level of Spiritual Root, right?"

The old man nodded. "Of course. In the Holy Land of Taichu, those with Inferior Yellow Rank Spiritual Roots can't even serve as servants. Naturally, they are of the lowest grade."

Fang Lan took a deep breath. He looked at the crowd below the stage and asked in confusion, "Then why didn't the people below react at all?"

Hearing this, the old man seemed to have thought of something. He hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, "Third Young Master has successfully activated his Spirit Root!"

"God bless the Holy Land of Taichu!"

Whoosh —

As the old man's voice fell, everyone below the stage shouted in unison, "Long live the Third Young Master! God bless the Holy Land of Taichu!"

"Long live the Third Young Master! God bless the Holy Land of Taichu!"

"Long live the Third Young Master! God bless the Holy Land of Taichu!"

"…"

Their voices reverberated between the heavens and the earth. Countless sound waves created layers of ripples, causing Fang Lan, who was on the stage, to reveal a helpless expression.

Why was this so different from what he had imagined?

In a normal counterattack novel, shouldn't the protagonist test out the garbage aptitude and be ridiculed and despised by the crowd? Then, the protagonist would say the classic sentence, "Life is full of ups and downs. Don't bully the young for being poor." Finally, he would become an old man and turn the tables.

This … why didn't he follow the script?!

As the sound waves gradually subsided, the old man turned his head with a smile. "Third Young Master, are you satisfied?"

Fang Lan nodded blankly. "Yes … Yes."

The old man nodded slightly. "Since the Third Young Master has completed the test, you may leave this place. I still have to test the other disciples of the Holy Land of Taichu …"

Under the old man's urging, Fang Lan slowly walked down the stage.

When he came to the crowd below, Fang Lan noticed that there were no expressions of contempt or provocation on the faces of the people around him. Instead, there was excitement and excitement on their faces.

Looking at the expressions of the disciples of the Holy Land of Taichu around him, Fang Lan still pretended to be calm and walked out of the crowd although he didn't know why.

As Fang Lan took a step forward, the originally crowded crowd suddenly parted to form a path, waiting for Fang Lan to move forward as if they were on a pilgrimage.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

A slightly flattering voice sounded. Fang Lan turned his head and saw a young man squeezing out of the crowd.

He came to Fang Lan's side, ignoring his messy clothes, and said flatteringly, "Congratulations on awakening your spiritual root, Young Master."

Fang Lan looked at the other party's appearance, and memories of the other party suddenly appeared in his mind.

The person who came was called Yu Er. His real name was Yu Er, and he was the subordinate of the original owner of this body.

He had been serving the original owner of this body since he was a child and could be considered a personal servant.

After digesting the memories in his mind, Fang Lan's face was expressionless. He said softly, "Let's go."

The most important thing now was to leave this place as soon as possible and then organize the information about this world.

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