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The second person to come on stage was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl whom Chen An had met not long ago. She lightly jumped in front of the crystal ball and calmly placed her hands on the transparent ball.

A thin layer of red blush appeared at the bottom of the transparent crystal ball, and in the blink of an eye, it filled the entire crystal ball, leaving a transparent area about three fingers wide.

"High-quality Tianling Root."

Before the woman in purple could finish speaking, the eyes of the elders lit up.

Elder Haotian, in particular, always claimed to teach without discrimination, yet he was the elder who valued talent the most among all the elders.

The little girl looked up and scanned the elders on the platform. Her gaze settled on one spot, and she declared loudly, "I want to choose Elder Mingsan."

Elder Haotian slowly withdrew the hand that had handed out the token, frowned unhappily, but said nothing.

In contrast, the chosen Elder Mingsan was nonchalantly picking his ear.

When the little girl saw that the elder she liked reacted this way, she immediately crossed her arms and pouted, saying, "I, Xue Shumo, am the young lady of Shuiyuan City. You old drunkard, I'm giving you face by making you my master. You'd better not be ungrateful."

Upon hearing this, Elder Mingsan's eyes widened immediately. "Although I, Mingsan, am not the sect leader of Zhaoning Sect, but..."

"How about becoming my personal disciple?" Elder Changtian, who had never spoken before, interrupted Elder Mingsan, who usually didn't get along with Elder Mingsan.

Elder Mingsan was the most lazy and casual among the elders, while Elder Changtian was the most disciplined. The two did not understand each other's cultivation methods at all, but they had not been able to determine who was better for many years.

Xue Shumo's voice was childish, but she shook her head firmly: "I don't want it, I want that old drunkard."

"Hahahaha, good, that's got character, I like it." Elder Mingsan handed the token to Xue Shumo, then leaned on his cane and closed his eyes.

Elder Haotian and Elder Changtian, who were standing to the side, sighed softly and watched Xue Shumo leave.

Soon it was Chen Xuan's turn. She had a superior-grade earth spiritual root and, just as described in the book, became an inner disciple of Elder Changtian.

Bai Yuanqi followed two places behind Chen Xuan. His talent was similar to Chen Xuan's, and he became an inner disciple of Elder Haotian. Although he was unwilling, he could only accept it.

When Qingyue stepped forward, the crystal ball was filled up again, leaving only a gap about one finger wide amidst the exclamations of the crowd.

The elders saw everything she had done clearly. Although they coveted her talent, they had no intention of taking her in.

The girl in purple was also quite skilled, so she wasn't surprised by the result. While the audience was sighing, she simply raised her hand and gestured for the next contestant to come forward.

At this moment, Elder Haotian, who had not uttered a word, presented his token.

Not only the elders, but even the sect leader, who was used to cleaning up messes, frowned.

Standing in front of the sphere, Qingyue was both surprised and delighted when she saw her talent. However, she didn't expect that no one wanted her. Realizing that her dirty deeds had been discovered, she stood there dumbfounded. Now that someone wanted her, she was so excited that she couldn't speak.

After yawning, Elder Mingsan glanced at Elder Haotian and said without any mercy, "You accept disciples like this? What kind of immortality are you cultivating? You might as well collect junk."

"Elder Mingsan's words may be rough, but they make sense." Elder Changtian was also very unhappy with Elder Haotian's actions. He glanced at Chen An in the distance and closed his eyes.

Elder Haotian smiled and said, "It's the master's fault that the disciple is not up to par. No matter what she did today, she will not be like this once she becomes my personal disciple. If you have any questions, just come to me."

"Next." The sect leader, who had been silent until now, stepped in to smooth things over, fearing that Elder Mingsan might cause trouble.

Elder Mingsan pursed his lips and leaned back on his cane.

"Qingyue thanks Master." She said in a trembling voice and immediately left the stage, almost tripping over her skirt as she went.

The woman in purple read out the numbers methodically, and soon only two people remained on the field: Chen An and the hunchbacked boy who appeared later. The hunchbacked boy's face was obscured by his loose hair, so his appearance could not be seen.

At this time, most people were taken under Elder Haotian's tutelage, and many other elders also took them under their tutelage, with only a few Mingsan and Changtian remaining.

Besides Qing Xuan, Elder Changtian accepted one more inner disciple and two nominal disciples, while Elder Mingsan only accepted Xue Shumo.

When it was Chen An's turn, all the elders were somewhat expectant. With a calm expression, she hopped across on one foot, placed her hands on the large sphere in front of her, and closed her eyes.

The ball reacted very quickly.

The surroundings were very quiet. In the past, no matter who went on stage or what their talent was, there would always be someone who would say something. But the atmosphere was very different now. It was either too strong or too weak.

Chen An opened his eyes. A thin layer of green mist had accumulated at the bottom of the crystal ball, showing no sign of rolling upwards.

Although she was aware of the gap between herself and those with better talent, she still couldn't help but feel disappointed when faced with the reality.

Seeing this result, the elders lost all interest in Chen An that they had previously shown. Everyone knew that in the world of cultivation, it was impossible to succeed without talent.

After hesitating for two or three seconds, the woman in purple spoke in a much softer voice, "Second-grade low-level spiritual root."

When Qingyue saw Chen An's spiritual root, her heart finally settled down. As the woman in purple spoke out the level of the spiritual root word by word, she chuckled smugly.

As Chen An listened to the rather harsh words and lowered his head to leave, a token appeared before him, engraved with two large gold characters: "酩散" (Ming San).

Chen An reached out and took it without hesitation; this was an outcome she hadn't expected.

Apart from Ming San, all the elders clicked their tongues in dissatisfaction.

The disciples of the seven elders are exceptionally talented, with their Heavenly Spiritual Roots cultivating at a speed thousands of times faster than those with inferior spiritual roots. If Ming San insists on taking Chen An in, over time, Chen An will inevitably harbor resentment. If he were to fall into the demonic path, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The sect leader spoke first: "Ming San, you've always been prone to making a fool of yourself. I cannot agree to this matter today."

"I'm not trying to be mean, but Senior Brother, you didn't say anything when Haotian took in a disciple like that. What's wrong with this little girl being unsuitable to be my disciple, besides her lack of talent?" Elder Mingsan curled his lips, then turned to Chen An and smiled with satisfaction.

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?" The sect leader's tone was unfriendly, but he still tried his best to control his anger.

He was not only thinking of Chen An, but also of his junior brother. If Chen An were to encounter problems under Ming San's command, based on his understanding of Ming San, Ming San's Dao heart would also be affected.

Elder Mingsan closed his eyes and transmitted his voice to the sect leader: "Don't try to persuade me, senior brother. In the end, even if I can't beat you, I'll still do it secretly."

Then, in front of everyone, Ming San respectfully said to the sect leader, "If anything happens to my disciple, I will take responsibility."

The sect leader closed his eyes for a long time before finally saying, "Alright."

Chen An, who had been watching the battle, knelt down with sparkling eyes after the sect leader agreed: "Disciple Chen An greets Master."

"Hmm~." Elder Mingsan responded with a smile, then nodded in satisfaction as he watched his disciple's retreating figure.