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The second day of the election conference.

The disciples who had not yet chosen a sect all looked excited, and they had basically decided in their hearts which sect they wanted to join.

As expected, as long as the spiritual root attributes are compatible, those sects will generally not refuse these disciples.

Each sect will send its inner disciples to set up points within the conference area, and interested disciples can go directly to inquire or join.

The whole process went very smoothly, and each sect recruited a lot of new disciples.

This year's disciples, in particular, have many broken through to the Golden Core stage, making this the most talented cohort in recent years.

But for some reason, the elders of the various sects did not show any joy on their faces, and their expressions became increasingly grim as time went on.

On the high platform, Xuan Zhongzi, sitting in the very center, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Every time a gaze swept over him, it would make him tense up instantly.

The elder of Burning Incense Valley plucked at his beard, faster and faster, until one of his beard hairs was pulled out.

Looking at the beloved beard in his hand, the elder of Fenxiang Valley took a deep breath and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

"Who was it that said yesterday that the person definitely wouldn't get lost and would definitely come today?"

All eyes were focused on one person; even a celestial being couldn't withstand such a gaze.

Letting his beloved beard fall from his palm, the elder of Burning Incense Valley had icy eyes, just like his icy heart. He looked at Xuan Zhongzi with a completely calm tone, which could even be described as unusually calm.

"Sect Master Xuan, why don't you tell me where this person is?"

As he spoke, he curled his lips into a smile, "Could it be that I'm getting old? My eyesight isn't good anymore? Otherwise, how come I couldn't see anyone even when I stared wide-eyed?"

Xuan Zhongzi, "..."

What could the Xuanzong Sect say? He dared not say anything.

After a long pause, he tentatively spoke, "Um... perhaps something has held us up?"

"Hmph!" The female elder of the Biyun Sect who had a falling out with Fenxiang Valley yesterday snorted coldly, "It's almost over, tell me, what could have taken so long?"

Surrounded by the elders, the sect leader was speechless for a moment, muttering to himself.

Where did that little girl with innate spiritual roots go yesterday? Could something have really happened to her?

If that were the case, he would become a sinner in the entire cultivation world!

Just then, a disciple dressed in the robes of the Qingyun Sword Sect flew up to the high platform and bowed.

"Sect Master, the Lin family young lady who was found to have an excellent water elemental root yesterday requests an audience. She says... she says..."

The disciple looked embarrassed and stammered as he spoke.

Xuan Zhongzi frowned. "What did you say?"

The disciple slightly raised his eyes, his gaze quietly falling on the person behind the sect leader, and said in a low voice.

"She said...she wanted to become...a disciple of Lingyun Peak..."

By the end, the sound had become almost inaudible.

But what level of cultivation did everyone present possess? They could hear that sound clearly.

Lingyun Peak? That's not...

The elders from various sects turned their gazes to that aloof figure, their eyes filled with interest, as if they were watching a good show.

Lingyun Peak is one of the main peaks of the Qingyun Sword Sect and is also Xuanxiao's territory. For hundreds of years, he has been the only person on Lingyun Peak, and no other living creature can be seen.

The other main peaks are also each headed by a few elders from the Qingyun Sword Sect, but the difference is that those elders all have many personal disciples.

Below the direct disciples are second-generation and third-generation disciples, making the family large and prosperous.

Although Xuanxiao was also an elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect and the sect leader's junior brother, he had never taken on any disciples in the past few hundred years, focusing solely on cultivation.

It was only because he cultivated the path of ruthlessness that the higher his cultivation level, the more indifferent he became to emotions, and the colder his temperament became.

The fact that Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao never accepts disciples is no secret in the entire cultivation world.

Xuan Zhongzi has always doted on his junior brother, so he has never forced him.

It wasn't that no one had ever thought of this before, but without exception, the Immortal Venerable refused outright, directly and without mercy, his words so cold they could freeze someone to death.

Over time, those people gave up on the idea.

This is the first time in over a hundred years that someone has wanted to become Xuanxiao's disciple. Although everyone knows that this person will not succeed, some people are still happy to watch the show.

Xuan Zhongzi was astonished to hear that it was Lin Wanrou, a disciple with top-grade spiritual roots, a rare find even in a hundred years.

If it were someone else, they would simply accept the rejection. But what if a disciple with such talent were heartbroken after being rejected and switched to another sect?

Thinking this, Xuan Zhongzi was reluctant to part with this promising talent, so he turned to look at his junior brother with a troubled expression.

"Xuanxiao, this...look..."

There was a faint hope in his voice: perhaps his junior brother would be willing to take him as a disciple because of his rare talent?

To his surprise, the person didn't even glance at him, lowered their eyes, and uttered two cold words, "I won't accept it!"

Xuan Zhongzi, "..."

Okay, he shouldn't have had any hope...

He sighed, then turned to look at the disciple and pondered.

"Here's what we'll do, you go and tell her..."

Below the high platform, Lin Wanrou stood there, her graceful figure a beautiful sight to behold.

When she said she wanted to become a disciple of Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao, she didn't try to hide her voice, so everyone around her knew about her plan.

Many people admired Lingxiao Fairy's courage. With her spiritual roots and talents, she had so many sects and elders to choose from.

But they insisted on taking on the most difficult challenge, and that courage alone is enough to earn them praise from many.

Many people are also waiting to see the joke.

Lin Wanrou didn't care at all, her eyes filled with disdain.

Ah, she is the female lead of this world. Xuan Xiao, as a supporting character in this world, is absolutely unable to escape her charm.

Her eyes held a confidence and pride that said, "The world is drunk, but I am sober."

When she saw the Qingyun Sword Sect disciple fly back, she unconsciously straightened her back.

Here they come! Judging from the smile on this disciple's face, Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao certainly didn't refuse.

Ha! She knew it! No one could escape her protagonist aura!

Lin Wanrou raised her hand and tossed her hair, revealing what she considered a flawless smile.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I'm really sorry, but the Immortal Venerable has no intention of taking on any disciples. However, our sect leader said that if Fellow Daoist Lin doesn't mind, he can directly become a disciple of his Wuji Peak."

This was the best solution Xuan Zhongzi could think of; it neither hurt the person's self-esteem nor prevented the preservation of this promising talent.

However, Lin Wanrou did not appreciate his good intentions. At this moment, her expression was somewhat stiff, and her eyes were filled with gloom.

Why? That damned Xuanxiao has embarrassed her time and time again. Is he trying to humiliate her?

Lin Wanrou was unwilling, but everyone around her was staring at her, and she even saw many people covering their mouths and chuckling, watching her make a fool of herself.

With her hands clenched into fists at her sides, Lin Wanrou tried her best not to lose her composure and forced a smile as she answered.

"That's such a pity, after all, Wanrou's greatest idol is Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao."

After a pause, she added, "Please ask this senior brother to convey to the sect leader that Wanrou is willing to become a disciple of Wuji Peak and that it would be an honor for Wanrou to become the disciple of Sect Leader Xuan."

With things having come to this, she had no choice but to join the Qingyun Sword Sect first and then make further plans...

The selection of sects was nearing completion. The disciples had all chosen their sects and were standing together talking.

At the entrance to the square, three figures suddenly walked in, one in front and two behind. The person in front was holding a string of candied hawthorns, his mouth glistening with the taste.

The people who came were none other than Wen Nuan and her two employees.

They were busy opening their shop today, and only strolled over leisurely after closing time.

Wen Nuan originally had no intention of joining any sect. She was only staying in this world for a month, so why would she want to join a sect?

Later, Chu Ze reminded her that although they had discovered their spiritual roots, they did not understand the relevant cultivation methods. What use was having top-grade spiritual roots if they didn't know them?

Suddenly realizing what was going on, Wen Nuan thought to herself, "I'll just wander around the square and join the worst sect I can find."

Then, once they've obtained the cultivation method, they'll disappear when the time is up.

"The worst sect must have the fewest people. Chu Ze, take a look and see which team has the fewest people."

She took a bite of the candied hawthorn and mumbled something in a warm voice.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Chu Ze's eyes, but it didn't matter to her decision. He did as she asked and began searching for a suitable target in the arena.

But before they could see clearly, a tall, slender figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

With a candied hawthorn in her mouth, Wen Nuan looked up blankly, "Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao? Is there something you need?"

Looking at the person blocking her way, Wen Nuan asked, puzzled.

Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable, with his icy, otherworldly face, spoke in a flat, emotionless voice.

"I want to take you as my disciple, you shall become my master!"

Warmth, "...Huh?"