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On the high platform, several powerful figures from various sects turned to look at the man who had spoken, their eyes filled with surprise.

An elderly man with a white beard couldn't help but speak up: "Aren't you the one who hates taking on disciples the most? Usually, it's like asking you to take on a disciple is a death sentence for you. This time, a genius has finally emerged, why are you getting involved too?"

The man was dressed in purple, with his long hair half-tied up and loose strands draped over his chest.

His eyes were long and deep, and with a captivating charm, they seemed to beckon him.

"What are you saying, Peak Master?" He chuckled slowly. "You said it yourself, geniuses are rare, and who wouldn't like a genius? I'm no exception. Besides, he has a golden spiritual root, which is compatible with my cultivation method."

Others: "..." Have you no shame?

With a versatile spiritual root like the Golden Spiritual Root, who wouldn't be destined to have it? They even say it's destined for them.

One of the people standing nearby couldn't stand it any longer and said, "In that case, let this young friend choose for himself and see whose disciple he'd like to become."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure flashed down from the platform.

The person next to him cursed under his breath for being shameless and followed suit, leaping down.

Some people did not choose to go down and fight for it.

Those who remained looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

The powerful figures from several major sects went down to snatch the person, so these smaller sects decided not to get involved.

……

The crowd below saw several streaks of light suddenly descend and quickly retreated, making way for a large open space.

Then they saw that several powerful figures from various sects, who were rarely seen even once in a hundred years, had all stood in front of that young man with the golden spiritual root.

Several powerful figures spoke almost simultaneously.

"Young friend, I see that you have extraordinary talent. Why not become my disciple and I will teach you unparalleled martial arts techniques?"

The group exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with tension.

The first to speak was Peak Master Wen.

He stroked his beard, his smile warm: "Young friend, I am Wen Henian, the peak master of the Lingyun Sect. Although my Lingyun Sect dares not claim to be the best sect, it has a profound foundation, with inheritances in alchemy, weapon crafting, talisman making, and array formation. We also impart all our knowledge to our disciples."

"If you join my sect, I will accept you as my personal disciple, granting you the same privileges as an elder's personal disciple. You will receive the same amount of spirit stones and pills as the chief disciple each month. What do you say?"

A middle-aged woman next to him immediately laughed: "Wen Henian, you're quite the schemer. These are the treatments that are usually given to direct disciples, yet you make it sound so nice."

She looked at Luo Yiyan, her expression softening again. "I am Yun Su, an elder of the Qingluan Sect. The Qingluan Sect specializes in metal-based techniques and swordsmanship, which are perfectly suited to your spiritual roots. If you come, I will personally teach you the 'Breaking Cloud Sword Technique'."

"This is a high-grade Earth-level cultivation technique. Successfully cultivating it will greatly benefit you. In addition, do you have any relatives? If you wish, I can send someone to bring them to the sect and settle them in the Immortal City."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people nearby changed slightly.

These terms are certainly very tempting.

Natural treasures are divided into three levels and four grades.

Man, Earth, and Heaven.

Low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade.

Yun Su's ability to use a high-grade Earth-level cultivation technique is enough to prove how much she values ​​Luo Yiyan.

but……

Peak Master Wen scoffed, "When it comes to swordsmanship, you're not even in the top tier among the major sects. Don't forget, the Tianheng Sect has the Immortal Venerable Wucang."

Yun Su's expression changed slightly. "Old man, are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? Compared to that person, having seen the entire cultivation world, can you compare to him, or can I? Besides, he's not going to take on any disciples, so why are you bringing him up?"

Peak Master Wen: "I just can't stand your smug, petty manner."

Yun Su: "You!"

The people around looked helpless.

They started arguing again, without even considering the occasion. It's really embarrassing.

However, not wanting to be outdone, the others offered attractive terms in hopes of luring Luo Yiyan in.

Hearing about the conditions that they would never have dared to dream of in their daily lives, everyone looked at Luo Yiyan with eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Lin Zhixu quietly took a step back, trying to minimize his presence, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Surrounded in the middle, Luo Yiyan was clearly bewildered by the barrage of attacks from so many immortals.

He pursed his lips, his gaze shifting between the immortals, and subconsciously glanced in Lin Zhixu's direction.

Lin Zhixu: "..."

Don't look at me, bro, that's your protagonist aura, not mine.

At this moment, a lazy voice slowly interrupted: "You gentlemen have quite the grand gesture, going to such lengths for a mere mortal."

The cultivators below looked up at the sound, their pupils contracted, and many exclaimed in excitement.

"It's Immortal Venerable Feng Heng!"

Peak Master Wen said irritably, "Yu Linzhou! If you're so capable, then don't try to take it from us."

Yu Linzhou had already walked up to them at some point, arms crossed, a half-smile playing on his lips.

He looked Luo Yiyan up and down, his eyes filled with amusement.

Luo Yiyan shuddered under his gaze, as if she inexplicably sensed a kind of malice.

But the man in front of me clearly had no malice in his eyes.

Lin Zhixu finally saw what the man with such a flamboyant voice looked like.

Yeah, he's pretty flashy too.

As he was making his own assessment, he suddenly saw the man turn his head and look straight at him.

Lin Zhixu was startled and quickly lowered his head, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Such dark eyes, like a bottomless abyss, that once you look into them, you can't help but sink into them and can't escape.

Yu Linzhou had just felt an impolite gaze fall upon him, but when he looked up, he only saw an ordinary mortal boy.

Well, her only advantage is that she's better looking than the average person.

But I don't know how he ate, he looks so thin, small, dry and frail.

What a waste of such a good-looking face.

A dark light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the other person carefully for a second, confirming that the other person was indeed just an ordinary mortal, and not some old monster in disguise.

He looked away, amusement in his heart.

That's interesting, really interesting.

How dare anyone look at him like that?

Yu Linzhou recalled the way the boy had looked at him just now.

It was as if they disliked it or couldn't stand it.

He scoffed inwardly, how dare a mere mortal look down on him?

Utterly ridiculous!

You must have misread it.

He was just an ordinary person, not worth his attention.

Yu Linzhou snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Luo Yiyan again.

"I am Yu Linzhou. You must have heard of my name. Today, I wish to take you as my disciple. Are you willing?"

He acted superior and never considered that the other party might refuse.

Koro did not immediately agree; instead, he hesitated.

"Fellow immortals," he pursed his lips, as if making a great decision, "I actually came here for Immortal Venerable Wucang. Judging from your expressions, my talent shouldn't be too bad, right? I wonder... if Immortal Venerable Wucang would be willing to accept me as his disciple?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, exchanging bewildered glances with complex expressions.

This mortal is really bold.

Yu Linzhou curled his lips, a flash of annoyance in his eyes that disappeared in an instant: "So, just another mortal bewitched by Yan Lingcang's name. How boring."

"Forget about it. For thousands of years, that blockhead Yan Lingcang has never taken on a disciple. Besides, he didn't even come today. Just give up and obediently join my sect and become my disciple."

"What do you mean by 'becoming your disciple'?" Wen Henian immediately objected. "You should clearly become my disciple!"

"You dare to flaunt your meager circumstances? Young friend, why don't you become my disciple?"

Luo Yiyan insisted, "I came here for Immortal Venerable Wucang, and I still want to become his disciple."

The atmosphere immediately turned cold after those words were spoken.

Lin Zhixu was secretly worried for him.

If he weren't the main character, and dared to speak to these big shots like that, he'd be buried two meters tall by now.