At midnight, the moon was already high in the sky, casting a faint afterglow through the clouds.
Luo Jiu shifted slightly in the man's arms, her ruby-like eyes cautiously scrutinizing the man before her, a complex emotion flickering in them.
Finally, it slipped out from under his grasp and disappeared.
The house remained quiet, as if no one had ever visited.
The next morning was a fine day.
Although the cultivation world is situated above the mortal realm, it doesn't experience the unpredictable weather of the mortal world, with its frequent rain and calm winds. Its climate is always pleasantly clear, neither too hot nor too cold, with a faint scent of grass in the air—a fragrance Luo Jiu loves.
Today is a collective meeting for the newly initiated disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Cloud Sect. The elders of the sect will select cultivators worthy of cultivation to become their own disciples, while those not selected will directly become outer disciples.
Luo Jiu arrived rather late; a large crowd had already gathered in the square.
"I heard that Wen Zhaobai, the eldest disciple of Immortal Venerable Yanze, is also going to take on disciples this year."
Wen Zhaobai?
Upon hearing this name, Luo Jiu involuntarily perked up her ears. The male lead was going to take on disciples?! Wasn't this a windfall?
"Is this true? Although I came to Xiuyun Immortal Sect for the sake of Immortal Venerable Yanze, he has long since stopped accepting disciples. If I could become Senior Brother Wen Zhaobai's disciple, that would be excellent."
"Moreover, Senior Brother Wen Zhaobai is the most powerful among the younger generation, with the highest cultivation level. He is not only handsome but also extremely righteous..."
The female cultivator who was speaking was already exuding pink bubbles, and she was like a little girl who was deeply in love. Such a beautiful scene made people want to interrupt her.
"Xiao Ying, don't be silly. You haven't even been chosen yet, and you're already planning your future life with Senior Brother Wen? Aren't you ashamed?"
So the two started playfully fighting. Their silvery laughter echoed in Luo Jiu's ears, prompting her to quietly retreat.
Three old men with drooping white beards sat on the top, with Wen Zhaobai on the far right being an anomaly.
He was dressed as usual in a white monk's robe, a faint smile playing on his lips, making him seem utterly out of place.
He was too young, and his appearance was quite striking.
The process of the elders selecting cultivators was not as long as Luo Jiu had imagined. They already had their choices in mind. Luo Jiu thought that calling so many people over was just for the sake of a sense of ceremony, like the weekly flag-raising ceremony and speech, a tradition.
"Those whose names are called, step forward."
"Zhang Miao, Hu Yue, Li Yu... the three of you will become disciples of Elder Huoyan."
"Luo Lin..."
Looking at the crowd of people peering into the square, Luo Jiu inexplicably thought of the scene of emperors selecting concubines in the past.
It's so similar to what I'm experiencing now!
The ancients were right. I never imagined that after so long, I would be able to experience this feeling of being able to choose from others again.
Luo Jiu hated this feeling.
From the moment we are born, many things about us are already planned out. Your IQ, your EQ, your potential height, whether you'll have a high nose bridge, big eyes, and a healthy body…
However, these external conditions were never something Luo Jiu could choose, nor could they be changed through hard work.
These gifts from heaven are full of uncertainty, and you are forced to accept them.
However, she utterly loathed the feeling of being dominated.
After a few more minutes of silence, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Luo Jiu…”
Luo Jiu looked up and heard her name being called, but before she could hear the result, she was interrupted by a commotion.
A sharp bird cry rang out from the sky, and a large black eagle circled above the Xiuyun Immortal Sect, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
A man dressed in black sat on the back of the black eagle. He was tall and slender, and even though he was almost blending into the black, he was still impossible to ignore.
A hint of surprise flashed across Luo Jiu's face, and she silently took a step back.
Unfortunately, the black eagle was very familiar with itself, and the person on its back was someone it had been with just yesterday. It was impossible to forget them.
What is this guy doing here? This is the selection conference of the Xiuyun Immortal Sect. He looks like a villain from a fantasy drama. Is he out of his mind to come and cause trouble at this time?
The black eagle landed slowly, and the man calmly jumped off its back, walking straight to the head seat in the hall.
His steps were light and slow, his long, ink-black hair danced in the wind, and his black robes added a touch of majesty and mystery to his appearance.
"Master."
Seeing that the man was somewhat excited, Wen Zhaobai quickly bowed.
None of the people in the hall had ever seen Yan Ze before; all their stories about him came from a storyteller. Seeing this legendary number one cultivator in the cultivation world, they were all somewhat surprised.
This... seems a little different from what I imagined...
The Taoist robes of the Xiuyun Immortal Sect are white, with lotus patterns made of gold thread, making them very handsome and refined.
Therefore, she always imagined Yan Ze in her mind as someone dressed in white, with an ethereal and otherworldly air, possessing a noble and righteous demeanor.
I just didn't expect... that Immortal Venerable Yanze would like black, which gives him a somewhat dashing and unrestrained look.
And this is what they look like?!
This is so eye-catching, I can't take my eyes off him at all. When I look at him, it's as if I'm being drawn into his deep, obsidian-like pupils.
He possessed a kind of magic, like a powerful demon from the demon realm who could bewitch people, making them obey involuntarily. While powerful demons use magic to bewitch, Yan Ze could bewitch people simply with his face!
"Immortal Venerable Yanze".
With Wen Zhaobai's guidance, the crowd below began to greet and bow.
The crowd below was filled with respect and admiration. Regardless of Yan Ze's appearance or demeanor, his achievement of defeating the Demon Lord alone was enough to make him an object of worship for everyone.
Only Luo Jiu.
She was completely stunned! Can anyone tell her what happened?
Just two seconds ago, I was mourning his boldness and bravery. I never expected that this person would suddenly become the number one person in the cultivation world.
Or is it the master that Wen Zhaobai longs for?
Yan Ze sat in his chair, looking at the crowd below, his expression indifferent, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, he met a pair of slightly probing eyes.
The girl's big eyes were wide with shock. When she met his gaze, she looked away like a little rabbit, with incredible speed.
A hint of a smile flashed in Yan Ze's eyes, and he nodded slightly.
"continue."
"Luo Jiu, Jiang Yue, you two will become disciples of Senior Brother Wen Zhaobai."
Luo Jiu, blending into the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly. She lowered her head, walked around to the side, and slowly stood at the front of the line.
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