Han Xuanji felt a bit helpless.
What was Yunmiao Xianjun trying to do?
The old man in front of him had a subtle aura, as if he was just an ordinary Immortal Servant with a low cultivation Realm.
Even Han Xuanji couldn't see through him with his Double Pupils, but he had the System.
[Li Xuandao (Yunmiao Xianjun): Golden Immortal ninth-layer, Yucheng Xian Zun's eldest Disciple, a rare Eight-Revolving Alchemist of the Human Race. He knows you are hiding your strength, wants to test you, and take you as his Disciple.]
Was he trying to test his Heart-Nature?
Han Xuanji pondered for a moment, deciding to pretend he didn't see anything.
Thus, under the old man's terrified gaze, the faint stream of light that Han Xuanji had transformed into paused for an extremely brief moment, as if only momentarily hindered by a gentle breeze. Then, it gracefully arced, precisely circumventing the air where the old man was falling.
His speed didn't even slow down in the slightest, as if he hadn't seen or heard anything, and accelerated towards Myriad Phenomena Garden.
The surging sea of clouds instantly swallowed the falling figure of the old man, leaving only a few faint cries of alarm torn apart by the wind, which quickly dissipated into nothingness.
Han Xuanji's expression was calm, his gaze fixed forward, as if everything that had just happened was an insignificant interlude. He silently thought:
"That should be fine, right?"
Nothing strange happened afterwards.
Han Xuanji received a voice transmission from Jiang Yuan, learning about the thirty-year agreement, and felt a strange amusement.
It felt like this trope was popular everywhere.
Normally, Su Ming definitely couldn't surpass Jiang Hao in thirty years, but it was hard to say for someone with great Luck.
The stream of light that Han Xuanji had transformed into sped through the sea of clouds, and the outline of Myriad Phenomena Garden was already faintly visible in the distant mists.
However, just as he landed at the entrance of his Immortal Cave, a figure blocked his way.
Han Xuanji felt his whole body sink, and his heart plummeted. He secretly thought:
"Oh no, I'm being blocked."
Amidst the auspicious clouds and radiant Qi in front, a figure gradually condensed from illusory to solid.
Dressed in a simple cloud-patterned Daoist robe, his face was still blurry and shrouded in countless Dao Rhythms, with only a pair of profound eyes that saw through worldly affairs, calmly gazing at Han Xuanji.
Who else could it be but Yunmiao Xianjun?
He had actually descended in his true form and blocked the way.
Han Xuanji's face instantly showed "shock" and "panic." He quickly bowed in salute, his voice trembling:
"Disciple Han Xuanji greets Senior!"
Yunmiao Xianjun's gaze fell on Han Xuanji, without any intention of questioning him, but rather with a hint of subtle amusement.
"Your Heart-Nature's stability far exceeds my expectations."
Han Xuanji couldn't quite grasp the Immortal Lord's meaning for a moment, and his face showed a hint of vexation:
"This Disciple is foolish..."
Yunmiao Xianjun smiled faintly, his voice calm:
"No need to feign panic, you already knew it was me, didn't you?"
"Although my Incarnation's aura was restrained, its falling momentum was not fake. Ordinary Disciples, upon seeing this, even with doubts, would most likely investigate. But you..."
The Immortal Lord's tone was calm, but also a little helpless,
"You chose to ignore it and go around. Am I really that unwelcome?"
He learned from his Master that Han Xuanji possessed a special Physique, coupled with his Double Pupils, making his talent terrifyingly strong, perhaps even stronger than the Prodigy of the Jiang Family.
This made his heart stir, realizing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Normally, a Disciple with such Aptitude wouldn't be assigned to him.
In the past, they were always snatched by his Master, but this time, his Master had a "fated Disciple" to take, so it wasn't good to take two Disciples at the same time.
He had originally wanted to take a ninth Disciple. Ji Tianxing was a good candidate, but he was too arrogant and lacked the Master-Disciple affinity.
He disliked Jiang Hao's personality and never considered him.
Han Xuanji arrived at just the right time. His talent was astonishing, but his personality was a bit too low-key, too unwilling to cause trouble.
Moreover, his method of concealment was truly good; he couldn't see through the other party's true Aptitude, and even suspected that his Realm was also hidden.
Han Xuanji's body stiffened slightly, knowing that continuing to pretend would truly make the other party look like a fool.
Perhaps he had already been exposed, and further concealment was useless.
He slowly straightened up, the "panic" on his face quickly fading, returning to calm, but he still maintained respect:
"How dare this Disciple dislike Immortal Lord? It's just that this Disciple didn't understand Immortal Lord's intention, and thought it was better to avoid trouble. Please forgive this Immortal Lord."
"Oh, you..."
Yunmiao Xianjun shook his head, his gaze softening considerably. He knew that Han Xuanji wasn't lying.
Then he said slowly:
"Master's insight is like a torch. Since he, the Elder, approves of you, there must be a profound meaning.
I observe you: your root bones are extraordinary, divine brilliance is contained within. Though you deliberately conceal it, a clear point of enlightenment remains inextinguishable in your spiritual platform. Your Comprehension Ability in the Dao of alchemy far surpasses ordinary people, and your Heart-Nature is even more stable and thorough, neither arrogant nor impatient, not coveting false fame... You are a rare unpolished jade."
He paused, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "I wish to take you as my Disciple, as my ninth direct Disciple. Are you willing?"
When he said this, Yunmiao Xianjun was actually a little nervous.
If what Master said was true, Han Xuanji's Aptitude was extraordinary.
He was afraid of being rejected again.
Han Xuanji's thoughts raced. He had to admit that the other party's attitude was very good.
His behavior just now, if it were someone with a bad temper, it would be good if they didn't make things difficult for him.
The other party clearly wasn't acting on a whim, but had already considered it.
To refuse again would be ungrateful, and he might truly offend this powerful Immortal Lord.
Moreover, becoming his Disciple, though it carried the risk of becoming a target, also offered tangible benefits. With his endorsement, many Dao Rhythm areas could be entered earlier.
The weighing of pros and cons was completed in an instant.
A wise man knows when to submit to circumstances!
Han Xuanji no longer hesitated. He took half a step back, straightened his robes, and respectfully performed a standard Disciple initiation ceremony to Yunmiao Xianjun:
"Disciple Han Xuanji, honored by Immortal Lord's favor, is truly humbled!
This Disciple is foolish, but is willing to become Immortal Lord's Disciple, to listen to his teachings, cultivate diligently, and never disappoint Master's high hopes!"
Yunmiao Xianjun looked at Han Xuanji, who decisively accepted him as Master, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He nodded slightly:
"Good. Since you have entered my sect, you must abide by the rules and diligently cultivate the Great Dao.
Tomorrow, at Chen Shi, come to Yunmiao Palace to perform the Disciple initiation ceremony."
With that, the immortal light flickered, and Yunmiao Xianjun had already vanished without a trace, as if he had never appeared.
Han Xuanji was a bit puzzled by Yunmiao Xianjun's swift departure.
Are the mighty figures of the Upper Realm all so elusive in their actions?
...
Yunmiao Palace.
Elder Qingmu was worried about how to help Su Ming catch up with Jiang Hao's progress. Seeing Yunmiao Xianjun return, he was asking what to do.
He saw Yunmiao Xianjun enter the palace, his mouth still wide in a smile.
"Could it be that Master had already prepared something?"
Qingmu was overjoyed and was about to speak.
Yunmiao Xianjun laughed:
"Qingmu, hurry up and prepare. Don't lose face tomorrow."
"Hmm?"
Qingmu looked bewildered.
