Looking at the confident middle-aged man, Chu Mo's eyes were firm and calm.
"I will only join the Qingcang Immortal Sect!"
This answer surprised everyone present.
Anyone who isn't an idiot knows which option to choose.
But he chose the Qingcang Immortal Sect by choice?
Didn't you see that the people from the Qingcang Immortal Sect didn't even have the confidence to participate in the competition?
While talent is important for cultivators, resources are equally indispensable.
Does he really think that because he is a prodigy, he can ignore everything?
Fan Tong's face was gloomy, his face showing undisguised annoyance and anxiety.
"Young man, I advise you to think carefully. The resources that Batianmen can provide are definitely ten or even dozens of times greater than those of Qingcang Immortal Sect."
"This kind of impoverished sect can only eke out a living in Qinglin County. What can they possibly use to train you?"
While he was suppressing his anger, the people from the Qingcang Immortal Sect were filled with surprise and delight.
The burly man was even more excited, pointing at Fan Tong and laughing heartily:
"Hey, you surnamed Fan, did you hear that? He just wants to join my Qingcang Immortal Sect. Not everyone likes nouveau riche like you."
"If it weren't for the fact that many of my sect's seniors have not yet returned, how could we tolerate your Overlord Sect's presumptuous behavior in front of us?"
Fan Tong, furious at being attacked, immediately sneered disdainfully:
"Yan Qingsong, a member of the Qingcang Immortal Sect, must he only live in his past glory?"
"People who have been missing for thousands of years, do you think they can come back? That's just wishful thinking."
"As long as the Soul Lamp remains lit, they still have a chance to return. When that happens, it will be the time for my Qingcang Immortal Sect to return to its peak."
Yan Qingsong spoke with excitement, his eyes filled with determination and anticipation.
"Hmph, you've had this dream for thousands of years, but have you ever realized it? How laughable!"
Fan Tong sneered disdainfully, then turned away and looked coldly at Chu Mo.
Have you thought it through?
"I only want to join the Qingcang Immortal Sect," Chu Mo said calmly.
"Stubborn to the end, one day you will regret it!"
After angrily finishing her sentence, Fan Tong had no more interest in arguing with him and quickly returned to the Batianmen testing area.
Looking at the long queue in front of him now, he was no longer smug; instead, he was agitated.
No matter how many people are in line, it's impossible for one person to emerge with exceptional talent and innate ability.
At this moment, the people of the Qingcang Immortal Sect had already surrounded Chu Mo, asking him all sorts of questions with great enthusiasm.
Qian Duoduo, watching from a distance, was filled with envy. Although he had also passed the test, he only possessed low-grade aptitude.
The person conducting the test ignored him completely. He already knew from others that once they arrived at the Overlord Sect, they could only start as the lowest-ranking menial disciples.
The difference in treatment between him and Chu Mo was like heaven and earth; even if the Qingcang Immortal Sect declined, it was still far superior to his.
"Junior Brother Chu, it's windy here. You should go back to the sect with Junior Sister Jiang Wanqing first."
Yan Qingsong looked excited.
To avoid any unforeseen complications, he felt it was safer to take the person back first.
"Senior Brother Yan, no rush. I have already notified Uncle Chu with a sound transmission talisman. He will be here soon."
The beautiful woman named Jiang Wanqing nodded slightly to the burly man.
The words had barely left his mouth.
An imposing old man with a white beard descended from the sky, his expression filled with excitement.
Upon seeing the old man, the disciples of the Qingcang Immortal Sect immediately bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Uncle Chu, and Grandmaster Uncle."
The old man was dressed in a blue robe. He was thin and frail, and his aged face was full of a resolute and domineering aura, exuding an imposing presence even without anger.
His long, silvery-white beard flowed down to his chest, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly air, but at this moment he looked extremely anxious.
"Xiao Qing, where is that genius?"
The old man ignored everyone's greetings and looked anxiously at Chu Mo.
"Uncle Chu, the person I'm talking about is Chu Mo, who is from the same clan as you."
Jiang Wanqing smiled happily.
"Not bad, not bad at all. Our Chu family scions are truly extraordinary, haha..."
Upon hearing that he shared the same surname, the old man's eyes immediately filled with a sense of warmth and pride.
After speaking, she looked at Chu Mo with a smile and introduced him kindly:
"I am Chu Hanqing, the Third Elder of the Qingcang Immortal Sect. You can call me Uncle Chu, just like them, or you can call me Third Uncle."
"Chu Mo greets Third Uncle." Chu Mo respectfully bowed.
This old man's strength is at least at the Nascent Soul stage; he's definitely a big shot.
Having just arrived in this other world, he desperately needed to find a powerful backer to settle down with, hence his polite attitude.
He chose the Qingcang Immortal Sect for two reasons, firstly because Xiao Liu brought him there.
He guessed that this place probably had some connection with its former owner.
Another reason is that these declining sects have fewer disciples, so their rules are bound to be relatively lenient.
It will make things much easier for him in the future, reducing the possibility of exposure and providing him with some protection.
As for the Overlord Sect, although it has more resources, a sect with tens of thousands of disciples must have more and stricter rules.
In that kind of place, he could be discovered to be abnormal at any time.
After all, he won't stay here forever; he'll need to travel back every now and then.
The old man named Chu Hanqing was clearly very pleased with the title.
The way he looked at Chu Mo was as kind as an elder looking at their own junior.
"Come on, your third uncle will take you back to the sect for a visit. Xiao Qing will come too."
After the old man finished speaking, he waved his hands lightly.
A force lifted the two of them out of thin air, and they vanished from their spot in an instant.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the three of them appeared on the main peak of the Qingcang Immortal Sect.
A group of antique buildings suddenly appeared before Chu Mo, magnificent and imposing, ancient and profound.
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