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The immortals' expressions all turned rather grim.

What are their identities?

In ordinary times, countless people would beg to become his disciple, but he couldn't get the chance. Now, he's lowering himself to try and snatch a mere mortal boy, only to be rejected time and time again.

Yu Linzhou's smile faded slightly, and his eyes darkened: "So you look down on me?"

Luo Yiyan quickly shook his head: "It's not that I look down on it, it's just that I came to the Immortal Sect for the sake of Immortal Venerable Wucang..."

"Alright, alright." Peak Master Wen flicked his sleeve, his previous kind and gentle demeanor completely gone, his tone full of annoyance. "Immortal Venerable Wucang didn't even come today. Who are you trying to impress with your pledge of loyalty?"

"Besides, it's common knowledge that he never accepts disciples. What makes you, a mere mortal, think you can catch his eye? Are you relying on your talent?"

Yun Su's face also turned cold: "Young friend, I admire your talent, but no matter how high your talent is, you must know your own limitations. You are not someone who can cross the threshold of Immortal Venerable Wu Cang."

Whispers could be heard from the crowd of onlookers.

"Is this kid crazy? So many immortal venerables are vying for him, and he's still not happy?"

"They really don't know how lucky they are..."

"The Immortal Venerable Wu Cang is a legendary being; he really dares to dream."

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Lin Zhixu glanced at Luo Yiyan, who was surrounded and looked pale but remained stubborn, and sighed silently in his heart.

Why bother? With such high aptitude, you could easily become a top figure in any sect. Why insist on sticking to one path?

Is this the bond between the protagonist (bottom) and the protagonist (top)?

Do not understand.

As everyone was discussing this, a sudden, overwhelming pressure descended.

Almost everyone fell silent at the same time.

Lin Zhixu felt a sudden weight on his shoulders and his knees almost buckled, but he reacted quickly and squatted down without losing face.

The people next to them weren't so lucky; they all knelt down with a few thuds.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yu Linzhou saw him crouching down, looking as thin and small as a little rabbit, and a strange smile flashed in his eyes.

This kid is quite cute.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

At the edge of the sky, a white light streaked towards them, arriving in the blink of an eye.

As the white light faded, a figure fell from the sky.

Dressed in white, with black hair, his brows and eyes were as cold as snow that never melts.

The moment that person landed, the temperature in the entire square seemed to drop several degrees.

The people from several minor sects immediately stood up, bowing their heads in respect.

Even the immortals looked surprised and uncertain.

Yu Linzhou's previously lazy expression vanished instantly. He stared at the newcomer, his eyes narrowing slightly: "...Yan Lingcang? You actually came out of seclusion at this time?"

Immortal Venerable Wu Cang, Yan Ling Cang.

The legendary number one cultivator.

It is said that he was just one step away from ascending to heaven.

Everyone saw the legendary, aloof, and otherworldly immortal walk straight toward Luo Yiyan.

Luo Yiyan froze on the spot, speechless, unsure whether she was excited or scared.

Yan Lingcang stopped in front of him, looked down at him, and spoke in a voice as clear as ice and water: "You have a top-grade metal spiritual root?"

Luo Yiyan nodded vigorously, her voice trembling slightly: "Yes."

"Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

The moment he said those words, Lin Zhixu heard a collective gasp of astonishment from those around him.

Immortal Venerable Wucang, who never accepts disciples, is making an exception today!

What right does that person have?!

Luo Yiyan's eyes reddened with emotion, and she immediately knelt down to pay her respects, her voice trembling: "Disciple Luo Yiyan greets Master!"

Seeing that Luo Yiyan accepted the apprenticeship without hesitation, and comparing it with his repeated rejections, Yu Linzhou couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

He looked at Yan Lingcang with a forced smile: "Congratulations."

Yan Lingcang gave a curt "hmm".

Yu Linzhou: "..."

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The farce has finally come to an end.

The crowd had had their fill of the spectacle, their eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and sighs—all sorts of expressions. But the show was over, the procession resumed, and the examination of spiritual veins continued.

Next, it was Lin Zhixu's turn. He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the spirit stone.

A faint blue light slowly appeared, but it was very dim. Compared with the dazzling golden light that Luo Yiyan had just emitted, it was like a candle flickering in the wind.

The immortal who was recording the events raised his eyelids and glanced at the document, his voice flat: "Wood spirit root, inferior. Poor aptitude, not allowed to enter the sect."

Lin Zhixu withdrew his hand.

I can't quite describe the feeling.

There was some disappointment, of course, but since we were already here, who wouldn't want to cultivate immortality?

But I also breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that I can't get started; I can stay away from all this trouble and live a few more years.

He was willing, but some people were not.

Luo Yiyan was flustered because she didn't expect Lin Zhixu to fail.

How could that be? Zhixu is smarter and more diligent than him, how could he have a lower-grade spiritual root?

Seeing that Lin Zhixu was about to leave, Luo Yiyan became anxious and quickly called out, "Wait!"

Everyone turned to look at Luo Yiyan, wondering what kind of trouble he was up to now.

Luo Yiyan turned to look at Yan Lingcang, her eyes full of pleading: "Master, Zhixu is my best friend, can you give him a chance? Even if it's just to be an outer disciple."

Before Yan Lingcang could speak, Peak Master Wen couldn't hold back any longer: "What do you think a sect is? A place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can be thrown in?"

Lin Zhixu: "..."

Just say what you want to say. At your age, you're resorting to personal attacks. You have no manners.

Luo Yiyan ignored him and reached into her robes to pull out a sword tassel.

Yan Lingcang's gaze fell on the sword tassel, his expression slightly hardening: "Where did you get this sword tassel?"

Luo Yiyan raised her head: "Master, do you remember being saved by a child ten years ago? You said back then that as long as I bring this sword tassel to you, you can grant me one request."

A hint of surprise flashed in Yan Lingcang's eyes, and his usually cold and stern face relaxed slightly: "So it was you."

He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Are you sure you want to use this condition to get him to join the sect?"

Luo Yiyan nodded without hesitation: "Confirmed."

Upon hearing this, everyone present changed their expressions.

What can a Celestial Venerable's promise in exchange for?

Gold and silver treasures, advanced cultivation techniques, top-grade magic weapons—what can't be traded for?

Using it to exchange for someone with inferior spiritual roots to enter the sect is like trading the Imperial Seal for cabbage.

Yan Lingcang glanced at him and finally spoke: "Alright, then I will accept him as an outer disciple."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gazes directed at Lin Zhixu immediately changed.

Although he was just an outer disciple, he was still an outer disciple under the tutelage of the Immortal Venerable Wu Cang. Could his status be the same as that of an ordinary disciple?

This person clearly only has a low-grade spiritual root, with just a tiny bit more spiritual energy than ordinary people, yet their luck is so good.

Some people who were more talented than Lin Zhixu but less lucky looked at him with envy.

Lin Zhixu panicked: "Wait! I didn't say I wanted to join a sect."

Everyone: "..."

Are you two brothers both sick?

They'd risk their lives to become disciples of Immortal Venerable Wucang, and they wouldn't even accept a chance.

Don't give them this opportunity!

Yan Lingcang was also somewhat surprised: "You don't want to become my disciple?"

Luo Yiyan said nervously, "Zhixu, we clearly agreed to join the immortal sect together and cultivate together..."

Lin Zhixu interrupted him: "It was agreed upon back then, but plans can't keep up with changes, can they? I have no talent, and joining the sect will only be a burden to you."