A True Disciple candidate slot!
If a True Lord from another sect had said that, not just anyone would have dared take him at his word.
But Jiang Sheng was different.
Jiang Sheng now held East Heaven's fourth seat. As Penglai's acknowledged strongest cultivator below Pure Yang, he had both the standing and the authority to add a few True Disciple candidate slots.
Besides, this was a decision Jiang Sheng and Xuanche Immortal Monarch had made together. It was more than encouragement; it was a reward they would deliver.
One slot for each realm. The Golden Core Realm, Nascent Soul Realm, and Spirit Transformation Realm meant three True Disciple candidate slots. With such an opportunity before them, how could the prodigies who had little hope of making the top three—and had all but said farewell to becoming candidates—let it fly away again?
From the merging of the Three Realms until the end of the Xuanmen Great Calamity, Penglai had recruited relatively few disciples over two thousand years. But in the thousand years since the second millennium of the Three Realms Calendar, it had taken in more disciples every century than it had over the preceding millennia combined.
Every one of these talents, chosen from among hundreds of millions, who reached the tournament was a genius among geniuses, a prodigy who stood out from ten thousand.
And those who reached the top ten in the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Spirit Transformation Realms were monsters in their own right. None lacked fortune, opportunity, divine abilities, or cultivation.
Granted, the Golden Core Realm had people blessed with great fortune like Wang Cunyang and Zhou Huo, and a monster like Xiao Jingyue. The Nascent Soul Realm had Zhang Qiao, Jiang Jinyue, and Lin Qinghe, who had astonished everyone in a single stroke. But