Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

Zhu Yunhuan ignored the various looks of hesitation, shock, confusion, injustice, etc. He just casually said a few words, stood up, and left without looking back.

Whether these people understand or not, they have to accept the list he selected. The emperor's majesty cannot be questioned.

Until Zhu Yunhuan's figure disappeared at the gate of the Industry Department.

Sun Mingcai came back to his senses and clapped his hands, saying, "Everyone, the list has been released. Those who are not selected, please follow the Jinyiwei out of the palace. Those who are selected will be led by me to the Qianqing Palace to meet the emperor tomorrow morning!"

His voice also brought many Taoists and alchemists here back to their senses. They suddenly felt that the inexplicable sense of oppression in the air had disappeared, and they felt relieved.

Next.

Some are happy while others are sad.

Many people came here for fame, fortune, future and titles, but now they return empty-handed. Naturally, their faces are full of disappointment, but they can only be led by the Jinyiwei to form a sparse team and file out of the gate of the Industry Department.

Although he dared not say anything, he was either indignant or trying to comfort himself:

"If the one with the blasted furnace can be chosen, why can't I, who didn't blow up the furnace, be chosen? This little emperor really doesn't know anything!"

"He's truly a tyrant, he does whatever he wants!"

"Never mind, this half-witted, incompetent monarch, who seems to know a little and a little, chooses people based on his mood. Serving the monarch is like serving a tiger. Who knows, being chosen by someone might be dangerous!"

"..."

These people all had their own thoughts, but of course there was one thing they all agreed on: no matter how aggrieved they were, the crowd remained silent, and no one dared to speak out.

After this group of people left, a total of fifteen people remained.

These people either have different backgrounds or are qualified and have a heritage. Even though they all have their own little plans in mind, they all have a smiling face and bow to each other.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Yuan. I've heard of your incredible physiognomy skills, but I didn't expect you were also quite knowledgeable in alchemy."

"Zhang Daoyou is overly kind. It's just luck."

"I heard that Fellow Daoist Yuan was summoned by His Majesty yesterday. I believe he has a bright future ahead of him."

"No, no, it's just that Your Majesty is interested in some of my lesser-known techniques. When it comes to alchemy, the Quanzhen and Zhengyi sects are still the most important. And then there's Fellow Daoist Liu, who was born in Xiangfu Palace and has connections with the Jingming and Qingwei sects, and a profound background. I'm still far inferior to them."

"..."

The first few people, such as Zhang Yuqing, Ma Rui, Liu Yuanran, Yuan Gong and other famous masters, complimented each other and started chatting.

The relationships among those who stayed present were just like those who passed the imperial examinations. They all had their own future.

As the saying goes, the hustle and bustle brings the greatest benefits.

If I hadn't seen Quanzhen and Zhengyi attacking each other before, I would have thought that they had a very good relationship.

After some superficial commercial flattery.

This group of people withdrew their magical powers and left. In the corner where no one else could see, each of them had a look of determination to win.

Wait until there is no one else around.

Liu Ziqian, the head disciple of the Zhengyi Sect, followed Zhang Yuqing and finally had the space to quietly complain. "Uncle-shi, it's fine that we were selected, but why were those two who blew up the furnace, and the one who refined a black lump... also chosen by His Majesty? I heard that His Majesty's style of doing things is always eccentric. Could it be that he just chose randomly based on his mood?"

Zhang Yuqing shook his head helplessly: "Ziqian, you're still not mature enough."

Hearing his uncle's comments, it was Liu Ziqian's turn to feel indignant and a little unwilling: "Not hot enough? I...?"

After all, he was a disciple of the current headmaster of the Zhengyi Sect and had talent in alchemy, which was why he was sent by his master to respond to the imperial court's call at such a young age.