Another intense gaze caught Zhong Ziyan's attention.
Zhong Ziyan turned around to look.
On the high platform stood a woman behind an elder, staring at her with a look of surprise, suspicion, and hatred.
Zhong Ziyan withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes and pondered, what connection did these people have with the owner of this body?
Before she could discuss it with the system, cries of pain came from many cultivators on the stage.
The handsome young man, wielding a celestial sword, had already injured several people. He wore a carefree and unrestrained smile, the sunlight casting a faint halo around him.
The dazzling and eye-catching young man possessed a noble and charming aura.
Zhong Ziyan couldn't understand why, upon arriving in this new world, she was like a heroine in a novel, with endless opportunities and her cultivation progressing much faster than ordinary people.
Little did I know that when I came to Lingwei Sect to participate in the entrance trial, I would realize that there are always people more talented than me and heavens beyond heavens. As expected of the number one sect in the cultivation world, the disciples they recruit are all so outstanding.
Why did these high and mighty immortals all cast strange glances at her?
Could it be... that they discovered her pure Yin constitution?!
【Master, you don't need to overthink. The Lingwei Sect is a prestigious and righteous sect. Even if someone were to set their sights on you, they would be ruining their own path to immortality.】
"knew."
Zhong Ziyan looked back at the competition stage, her gaze unusually complex.
She hadn't offended the boy and had always shown him kindness, so why did he dislike her so much?
Seeing that Su Rongjin was about to injure all the cultivators participating in the entrance competition, the elders quickly stood up and said, "Young friend, stop."
At the same time, a powerful pressure pressed down on the boy.
Su Rongjin stopped, and all the cultivators around him knelt down because they couldn't withstand the pressure. Only he stood out from the crowd on the competition stage.
A gentle breeze blew by, lifting his sleeves, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance.
Fu Sang's eyes flickered as he stared at the boy on the stage.
Su Rongjin sheathed his immortal sword, put his hands behind his back, and said, "I want first place in this entrance competition. I don't think the sect leader and the elders have any objections, do they?"
Such an arrogant young man is not very likable, but what can be done about it? He has excellent physical attributes and is a rare single spiritual root of lightning.
The Lingwei Sect currently has only a few Nascent Soul stage experts, and the one with the highest cultivation is Min Qinghe, who is about to reach the Tribulation stage. Apart from the sect leader Hengqing, who is unwilling to ascend to immortality, no disciple with outstanding talent has emerged in the past thousand years.
If we could take this young man under our wing, it would surely attract the envy of all the major sects.
Fu Sang could see that the elders were excited, and thought to himself, "If you knew he was a great demon, I wonder if you would still be so happy."
Min Qinghe stood up and asked, "Which peak master do you wish to become his disciple?"
Some cultivators may not necessarily become disciples of the peak master, but can only become disciples of a cultivator with profound cultivation.
Min Qinghe's question was undoubtedly asking which elder Su Rongjin wanted to become a disciple of.
The cultivators looked on with envy and jealousy.
Su Rongjin's phoenix eyes flickered slightly, and her thin, beautiful lips curved into a slight smile.
"I……"
He wasn't finished yet.
An elder stood up and said, "Young friend, I wish to take you as my last disciple. Would you be willing?"
“You already have a disciple with excellent singing skills!” Another elder quickly interrupted, then stroked his beard and said, “If you become my disciple, you will never have to worry about any kind of elixirs.”
The elders argued heatedly, their faces flushed, and the quarrel went on and on.
Su Rongjin raised his handsome eyebrows, a faint smile playing on his lips, and looked at the girl sitting upright in the chair.
"Fairy Qionghua, would you be willing to take me as your disciple?"
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