Seven majestic figures sat on the terrace for the spiritual root test, five of them were the masters of major sects, and one was the current master of the Tianxuan Sect.
The one in the center, dressed in white clothes as white as snow and with an extraordinary temperament, is none other than the Merciless Immortal Lord who had already ascended to heaven but still resides in the human world.
This immortal, who served as the head of the Tianxuan Sect thousands of years ago, had his Taoism heart damaged when the God King fell, and has been stranded in the mortal world ever since.
At this moment, the Immortal Venerable's slender fingers gently stroked the snow-white spirit cat on his knees, but his eyes passed through the crowd and fell on a young man in gorgeous clothes.
He raised the corners of his lips slightly and whispered, "You really know how to dress up and pay so much attention to your image."
The white cat twitched its ears and followed its owner's gaze. When it saw the flamboyant figure, a flash of understanding flashed in its eyes: "I knew the host would come."
It tilted its head and asked in confusion, "Master, why did the last mission bring us back to this plane?"
The Immortal Venerable paused, his voice flowing like a clear spring: "Everything has a beginning and an end. Its origins originated in this world, and it must end here. This is the law of heaven and earth, and also the cycle of cause and effect."
The white cat listened thoughtfully, "Then has the master ever found the mastermind who cut off the connection between me and the host?"
The Immortal Venerable's eyes darkened slightly, and he slowly shook his head: "I don't sense the existence of other systems."
"That's strange." The white cat shook its whiskers. "Could it be that the guy simply cut off the connection and fled to another world to continue causing trouble?"
"Very likely."
"It's alright, Master. Once you accept the host as your disciple, I will re-bind with the host so that we can continue communicating."
By this time, many people had already completed their spiritual root tests. Those lucky enough to have top-grade spiritual roots had already been recruited by various sects, while those with mediocre aptitudes had left in dismay.
Ye Chuan lived up to everyone's expectations and displayed his talent of superb spiritual roots, and finally became a disciple of Qingyun Zhenren as promised.
As Xie Qi slowly stepped forward, the atmosphere on the terrace suddenly froze. All the True Immortals' gazes were fixed on him, and the Sect Leader couldn't hide his expectant smile.
Xie Qi did not notice their gazes above him, but placed his hand on the test stone according to the rules. Unexpectedly, the spirit stone only flashed a few times and then returned to silence.
The disciple in charge of the test announced the result expressionlessly: "Inferior spiritual roots, no chance of becoming an immortal. Please descend the mountain on your own. Next."
Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, a cold voice broke the silence.
"Wait a moment."
The immortal who had never been tainted by the mundane world suddenly flew down from the high platform, and landed in front of Xie Qi with his clothes fluttering.
He extended his slender jade-like hand and spoke softly but clearly: "Would you like to become my disciple?"
Xie Qi looked at him blankly. He didn't expect that the male protagonist chose him before he even opened his mouth to recommend himself. It seems that it was right for him to dress up.
So Xie Qi placed his hand on his, smiled and said, "I do."
When the Immortal Lord heard this, he waved his sleeves and the two of them disappeared from the spot.
This sudden change left everyone present dumbfounded. The Immortal Venerable actually accepted a disciple? And a disciple with useless spiritual roots?
Only a few real people on the terrace looked calm, as if they had already anticipated this outcome.
The test continued in an orderly manner, but everyone's mind was still on the incredible scene just now.
Xie Qi followed the Immortal Lord to an elegant room. The furnishings in the room were simple, but it exuded the style of an immortal everywhere.
Immortal Venerable: "This is your residence."
"Where does Master live?" Xie Qi looked around curiously.
"Next door." The Immortal Venerable tilted his head slightly and corrected, "From now on, just call me Master."
Xie Qi responded obediently: "Yes, Master. What should I do now?"
"Don't worry." The Immortal Venerable's eyes softened a little. "You're tired from climbing the mountain. Rest for a while."
Before he finished speaking, the Immortal Venerable had already reached out and led Xie Qi to the bed. Although Xie Qi was surprised, he still lay down obediently.
Seeing his master about to leave, he suddenly felt playful and asked half-jokingly, "Master, do you want to take a nap with me?"
When the Immortal Venerable heard this, he paused, then turned back and said, "Okay."
This straightforward answer caught Xie Qi off guard. He watched as the Immortal Venerable lay calmly beside him, even patting his back naturally.
As gentle as lulling a child to sleep. Xie Qi was secretly surprised: How could this immortal, known for his ruthlessness, so easily agree to such an unruly request?
Before he could think about it, Xie Qi gradually fell into sleepiness under the rhythmic patting of the Immortal Lord.
When he woke up again, it was already dusk. There was no one beside his pillow, only a set of brand new clothes neatly folded.
Xie Qi unfolded the clothes and took a closer look, recognizing them as the uniform of a disciple of Tianxuan Sect, but they were clearly different from those worn by ordinary disciples.
The fabric felt cool to the touch, and a faint glow appeared between the dark patterns. He thought to himself: Maybe each sect has its own set of custom uniforms? Xie Qi didn't care and quickly changed into his clothes.
Xie Qi tidied his clothes and was about to go out when he suddenly heard 948's voice behind him.
He turned around and saw a snow-white kitten curled up on his desk.
"The host is me!"
"Fuck! Where have you been?"
"It's a long story." The little white cat raised its front paws. "Give me your hand first, and let's reconnect."
Xie Qi stretched out his hand and felt a warm current coming from his fingertips. A moment later, the voice of 948 rang clearly in his mind.
"Why did you become like this?" Xie Qi gently stroked the cat's soft fur.
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