Six Realms Immortal Emperor

Master Tu Yang glanced at the disciples on the summit, and when he saw Xu Jingtian and Dongfang Sixing, he muttered, "Hmm, Cen Yang was right after all."

Xu Jingtian and the other disciples stood up unsteadily and bowed to him.

Master Tu Yang nodded with great satisfaction, flicked his robe behind him, and coldly announced, "The time is up. Only ten people have passed; the rest of the disciples have failed!"

In other words, only ten people can follow the elders to cultivate, while the rest of the disciples can only do odd jobs and manual labor within the sect.

"No..." came a disciple's voice from below the peak; he was only a dozen feet away from climbing up.

Master Tu Yang leaped up and carried him to the summit. It turned out to be a dark-skinned, thin disciple with a stubborn and unyielding face.

"Ah, it's him!" Gu Tianxing exclaimed in surprise.

"Do you know this disciple?" Xu Jingtian asked in a low voice.

"Yes, his name is Huang Shaoyuan. I heard he's from the Huang family, a family of cultivators, but recently his family has declined, and there are no more members of the Huang family in the sect..." Gu Tianxing said with some regret.

Master Tu Yang sighed and said to Huang Shaoyuan, "Your perseverance is excellent, but there are rules in the sect that I can't help you with."

Whoosh whoosh!

Several more sword lights flashed, and a few middle-aged Taoist priests, all dressed in white, appeared on the mountaintop. After landing, they ignored Master Tu Yang and instead eagerly scanned the young disciples, their eyes gleaming as if they were looking at prey.

When their eyes fell on Xu Jingtian, they couldn't help but take another look.

Xu Jingtian recognized Master Cen Yang among them and smiled at him.

Master Tu Yang then stroked his chin, cleared his throat, and greeted them, "Hehe, Dong Quan, Shi Jin, Su Feng, Cen Yang, Yuan Kai, you didn't plan to come all at once, did you?"

It turns out these five people are the outer disciples of the Brahma Sect, the elders who pass on their skills. No wonder they were so casual.

Daoist Cen Yang didn't answer, but smiled and said, "Don't forget what Senior Brother Tu Yang promised me."

"What gives you the right?"

"What, Tu Yang, are you going to engage in favoritism and corruption?"

Upon hearing what Master Cenyang said, the others began to shout and attack Master Tuyang together.

Master Tu Yang knew these people's temperaments better than anyone. He chuckled and said, "Fellow disciples, don't fight over this. Listen to me first. Don't worry, I certainly won't break the sect rules or do anything out of line. This year, there are exactly ten disciples who have passed the test. Each of you can choose two. Junior Brother Cen Yang hasn't taken on any disciples in a long time, and he hasn't competed with you all for many years. How about letting him choose first this year?"

"Alright, then Junior Brother Cen Yang will get the benefit."

Master Tu Yang was selected to preside over the selection this year, and what he said made some sense. Seeing this, the other Taoist priests stopped arguing and agreed to let Master Cen Yang make the selection first.

"However, it should be my turn to be second, right?" Master Dong Quan said. "Last year, I was the last one to choose."

"Why should you be the second one? I only chose one last year, one less disciple than all of you. You should let me choose first." Master Shi Jin also disagreed.

While the Taoist priests argued back and forth, Xu Jingtian and his disciples watched the spectacle. They hadn't expected that those who had just passed the test would become so sought-after, a stark contrast to the treatment of the disciples who hadn't succeeded.

Xu Jingtian and the others were unaware that there was a reason why the Daoist masters were arguing so fiercely. The Brahma Sect stipulated that outer disciples who broke through in their cultivation and were promoted to inner disciples would receive sect rewards, and their mentors would also receive substantial rewards.

Therefore, a promising talent for cultivation is key to whether they can receive rewards.

"Hehe, I don't care who chooses second, I'm choosing my disciples first!" Master Cen Yang was overjoyed. He pointed at Xu Jingtian and Dongfang Sixing and said, "You, and you, come with me!"

Master Cen Yang's plan was well-thought-out. He had personally investigated the conditions of Xu Jingtian and the other two, so he could naturally tell who was stronger and who was weaker. The other masters, however, were unaware of this.

"Wait, hold on!"

Seeing that Daoist Cen Yang had chosen Xu Jingtian and another disciple, Daoist Dong Quan was somewhat displeased. He pointed at Xu Jingtian and said, "Junior Brother Cen Yang, I only want this one disciple. You can choose any other disciple you like, how about that?"

As soon as Master Dong Quan finished speaking, the other Taoist priests also started clamoring, demanding that Xu Jingtian be chosen.

Xu Jingtian was puzzled. It was really strange. He had only become a little more determined and physically stronger. How did he become a rare treasure that everyone wanted?

Meanwhile, Zhu Wanli, standing to the side, was also stunned. "Don't get me wrong," he said, "in terms of strength, I've reached the fourth level of the Physical Body Realm, firmly holding the top spot among all the disciples. And in terms of background, my Zhu family has two elite disciples in the Brahma Sect; I am the most promising disciple!"

Just as the Taoist priests were arguing heatedly, a shout came from the sky.

Everyone hurriedly looked up and saw a figure descending from the sky, gracefully landing in the center of the mountaintop. This person was an old man with a white beard and a red face. He was not tall and wore a purple Taoist robe. His appearance was dignified, inspiring awe in those who looked upon him.

"Greetings, Elder Ochi!" Several Taoist priests bowed to him in unison.

Ignoring the others, Ochi walked directly to Xu Jingtian's side and said to him, "I happen to be short of an apprentice for alchemy. I think you're quite suitable. Come with me."

What?! Go refine pills with you and become a pill-refining apprentice? That's such a huge contrast! Everyone knows that outer sect disciples only have a chance to rise in the ranks if they follow the transmission elders. To put it bluntly, being a pill-refining apprentice means doing odd jobs.

Zhu Wanli, watching from the side, was secretly delighted. "Haha, kid, you tried to steal the spotlight, but you miscalculated!" He couldn't help but feel relieved that he hadn't been the first to reach the summit.

But Xu Jingtian was not stupid. Although he did not know who the old man was, he did not directly refuse his sudden request.

Seeing the old man's arrogant attitude and the respect shown to him by the other Daoist priests, it's clear he holds a high position within the Brahma Sect. But following him to refine pills is not only arduous, but what future could one possibly have?

Xu Jingtian looked at Daoist Cen Yang for help, naturally hoping to learn magic from him.

"Elder..." Daoist Cen Yang hesitated, knowing that his Uncle Yue Zhi had a strange temper and it was really difficult to take back what he had set his sights on.

"What, you have a problem with that?" Ochi's face was drawn long.

His arrival startled Daoist Cen Yang, who stammered, "Elder, this person has been... has been chosen by me..."

"What, you think I can't accept the disciple you've chosen?" Ochi's face flushed red, looking somewhat angry.

Master Cen Yang was at a loss. How could he let his disciple, whom he had finally chosen, be snatched away by his rogue uncle? He turned to Master Tu Yang and pleaded, "Senior Brother Tu Yang..."

"This...this, doesn't the elder already have a disciple?" Master Tu Yang was also in a difficult position. He hadn't expected Uncle Yue Zhi to interfere, and he didn't dare to offend him easily.

Ochi waved his hand, cutting him off mid-sentence, and said angrily, "If you hadn't spoken, I wouldn't have bothered you. The disciples you rejected are neither strong nor bright, yet you sent them to me as apprentices. Think about it, alchemy is a serious matter! If I don't find a suitable apprentice, and the wrong materials are used, or the time is wasted, the quality of the pills will be far inferior, and the losses will be enormous! You'll have to compensate me! I asked you to lend me an apprentice for alchemy, and none of you were willing to do it. If I can't refine any pills, you'll all starve!"

Although Ochi was openly trying to steal the disciple, he spoke with such confidence that Tu Yang and the others had nothing to say.

After Ochi's outburst, none of the Taoist priests dared to speak out of turn, lest they be accused of delaying alchemy, a charge none of them could bear. For a moment, they were all frozen in place.

"But..." Daoist Cen Yang was still unwilling to give up, not expecting that the duck that was about to be eaten would fly away.

"Just what?" Ochi glared at him and said fiercely.

"Shouldn't the elder ask this disciple if he's willing to go there?" Daoist Cen Yang said in a low voice.

"Oh, that's true." Ochi paused, pondered for a moment, and then smiled at Xu Jingtian, saying, "I'm an elder of the Wan Dan Pavilion. I'm short of a young apprentice for alchemy. I think you're quite clever and suitable. Becoming my apprentice will allow you to cultivate magic and learn alchemy at the same time. Isn't that better than staying there? Would you like to go?"

For a dignified alchemy elder of the Brahma Sect to ask a mere outer disciple such a question would surely become common knowledge within the sect.