The Primordial World's First Talent Showdown

The "marketplaces" at the Kunlun Mountain are growing wildly at a speed that distorts reality.

This is no longer a preaching session.

It has completely transformed into a super carnival that sweeps across the entire Primordial World, with "how to please Lin Shen" as its sole guiding principle!

Countless living beings here sensed an unprecedented "Daoist mechanism".

Those who considered themselves ordinary in appearance and lacking extraordinary talents quickly carved out a completely new path—the service industry.

"Professional cry-for-hire! Proxy kneeling-for-hire! Proxy treasure-presenting-for"

A Toad Demon with an incredibly loud voice squatted on a blue stone, its croaking, imbued with the Law of Sound Waves, now transformed into its most energetic shouts.

Are you still worried that your performance wasn't engaging enough and failed to win your Little Ancestor?

Are you still anxious because your voice isn't loud enough for your Little Ancestor to hear your praise?

"Find our 'Croaking Professional Team,' and all your problems will be solved!"

"Our team members are all renowned 'loud voices' from the primordial Primordial World! From Golden Immortals to Heavenly Immortal, our lineup is luxurious, and you can choose whatever you like!"

"We offer you a comprehensive, one-stop service for winning favor!"

"You only need to provide the 'script' and 'props,' and we'll handle the rest!"

"Whether it's tearful remorse or utter worship, we can portray it for you flawlessly, guaranteeing that even the most powerful figures atop the mountain will take notice!"

"Order now and receive a complimentary 'poem writing service'! Personally crafted by the former chief scholar of the Demon Hanlin Scholar 'Demon Race Literature Academy, guaranteed to be elegant and perfectly rhymed—even your Little Ancestor will have to praise its literary talent!"

The moment the Toad Demon's advertising slogan was uttered, it instantly attracted countless creatures, three layers deep.

"Fellow Daoist, how much does this 'Crying' service cost?" A wolf demon with a fierce aura squeezed to the front and asked in a low voice.

The Toad Demon immediately put on a professional smile, "Sure, sure. It's charged by the hour, one hundred low-grade spirit stones per hour. If additional physical actions are required, such as pounding one's chest, stamping one's feet, or banging one's head on the ground, the price will be calculated separately."

"Then... what if we have to cry blood and tears?" The wolf demon's eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

"Oh my, fellow Daoist, you're a big customer!" The Toad Demon's eyes lit up. "The blood and tears effect is our 'VIP Supreme Package'! It's pricey! But rest assured, our team has professional Blood Bat Demon, and the blood and tears they cry are absolutely fresh and hot, guaranteeing a genuine effect, no deception!"

Upon hearing this, the wolf demon felt it was excellent value for money and immediately decided to order a "Seven Days and Seven Nights of Blood and Tears Package".

He had already planned that after the Dao Ancestor finished his sermon, he would have these Toad Demon stage a melodramatic scene at the foot of the mountain, lamenting their missed opportunity to become immortals, all in order to catch a glimpse of the Little Ancestor.

On the other side, the "Heavenly Craftsmanship" team, composed of countless skillful monkey demons, also had a bustling crowd in front of their stall.

Their core business is "toy customization".

"Fellow Daoist, look at this piece of Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron of yours. Its texture is hard enough, but its shape is too rough. My Little Ancestor will definitely not like it."

An old monkey demon, holding a small hammer, pointed at a giant lump of iron.

"In my humble opinion, why not melt it down and forge it into... well, a shape-shifting iron lump for you! Press here, and it'll turn into a bird; press there, and it'll transform into a small boat! I guarantee it'll be novel and fun!"

"Good, good, good! Let's do it this way!" The owner of the iron lump, a Bear Demon as tall as an iron tower, nodded his head vigorously.

"And you, fairy," the old monkey demon turned to a charming fox demon, "Your Mermaid Tear, though radiant within, has too limited a function."

"How about we have our Formation Master inscribe forty-nine illusion arrays within it, allowing it to project countless small beast shadows, accompanied by celestial music! Let's turn it into a... 'Handheld Light and Shadow Box'!"

The fox demon's beautiful eyes lit up with admiration, and she immediately clapped her hands in agreement.

Thus, with the tacit approval and even covert guidance of this "Street Office Director" Qiankun Food Sage,

The entire Kunlun Mountain have been transformed into a massive creative workshop and Talent Incubation Base.

All living beings are racking their brains and exhausting their inspiration to solve the ultimate problem of "how to more creatively please their Little Ancestor".

The "involution" of the entire Primordial World was pushed to a new peak at this moment.

And atop the mountain peak.

The Sage, of course, had a clear view of the turmoil unfolding below the mountain.

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"

Yuanshi Tianzun stared at the chaotic "marketplace" reflected in the water mirror, so angry that his beard almost stood on end.

"My Kunlun Mountain is a pure and tranquil place of practice; how can I allow these mortals to create such a chaotic and disorderly atmosphere! What kind of behavior is this!"

His shrine was almost turned into a rural temple fair by this group of people from Three Teachings life.

"Hey, Second Brother, you're mistaken." The Tongtian Jiaozhu, however, watched with great interest and couldn't stop laughing.

"I think it's great! It's so lively!"

"Look at that barbecue vendor, he actually learned my unique recipe and even created his own 'cumin flavor' and 'spicy flavor'! He's got some ideas!"

"And that team that does fake crying, I think we should give them some serious support. If we ever want to put on a melodramatic play to gain our Beloved Disciple's sympathy, we can just have them do it—they're a perfect fit for their profession!"

The more the Tongtian Jiaozhu looked at them, the more he felt that each and every one of these guys down the mountain had potential.

He even began to consider whether he should establish a "Kunlun Mountain Affiliated Talent Academy" at the foot of the mountain to specifically train such "professional talents".

Taiqing Laozi remained smiling, observing the situation calmly without uttering a word.

In his eyes, everything has its own way.

The fact that these beings exert themselves to the utmost for a common goal is itself a manifestation of the "Tao".

As long as they don't cause any major chaos, letting them do whatever they want is not necessarily a bad thing.

Just as the Sage were each preoccupied with their own thoughts...

Lin Shen, the center of their discussion, finally ended his "friendship" journey.

He touched almost everything he could reach on the Kunlun Mountain Peak.

From the corner of his Master's Dao Palace to an unnamed blade of grass in the garden, he became "good friends" with them all.

He now feels that he has become one with the entire Kunlun Mountain.

He could hear the wind singing, feel the clouds breathing, and even sense the deepest part of the earth's veins, where the dormant Pangu Dao Rhyme was sending him a warm greeting.

This feeling is wonderful and comfortable.

"Grandpa, Master, Sister, Uncle."

Lin Shen ran back to the group, his little face beaming with pure joy.

"Lin Shen has made so many new friends!"

"Really?" Nuwa smiled and hugged him, gently wiping the dust from his nose. "What new friends have you made?"

"There are friends with rocky ground, friends with Pointy House, and friends with black pots..."

Lin Shen counted them one by one, using his chubby little fingers.

The bigwigs present twitched at the corners of their eyes as they listened.

What stone ground? That's a sacred ground paved with Innate White Marble!

What Pointy House? That's Acquired Merit Supreme Treasure!

What scapegoat... well, that really is a scapegoat.

"Alright, alright, our Little Lin Shen really amazing." Hongjun interrupted him with a smile, afraid that if the little guy continued talking, his disciples' Dao Heart would become unstable again.

He cleared his throat and steered the conversation back on track.

"Now that the Admission Ceremony and sermons have come to an end..."

"Then, these newly arrived fellow Daoists should also be given official titles."

Hongjun's gaze fell on Qiankun, Yang Mei, Yin Yang, and the two ancient rogue cultivators who remained low-key throughout.

Although Tongtian had already assigned them "jobs".

But they did pass the test after all, and in name, they were disciples of Kunlun Mountain.

"In my opinion," Hongjun pondered for a moment, then said, "These five fellow Daoists have extraordinary backgrounds, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are worthy of being considered your peers (the Three Pure Ones)."

"It would be somewhat inappropriate to have them become your disciples and address you as their masters."

"How about we make them... Registered Disciple?"

"On ordinary days, listening to lectures and practicing in the Kunlun Mountain can also help you with your troubles. As for titles and honors..."

Hongjun glanced at Lin Shen, a hint of unspoken amusement flashing in his eyes.

"How about we make them all Lin Shen's senior brothers?"

Upon hearing this statement...

The five ancient monsters of Chaos each had a different expression.

With Yin Yang Mei and a calm expression, he seemed to have anticipated this outcome.

They didn't come here to become disciples. The status of a "Registered Disciple" allowed them to stay in Kunlun Mountain legitimately and observe the variable Lin Shen up close, without actually feeling inferior. It was just right.

The two ancient rogue cultivators were filled with uncontrollable ecstasy.

They came seeking protection and opportunity, and to become Registered Disciple the Three Pure Ones is already an incredible stroke of luck!

Only the Qiankun Food Sage, had a face full of resentment.

He just attained enlightenment!

Why am I only a Registered Disciple?

And why would you call a three-year-old "junior brother"?

As a renowned culinary master, doesn't he have any pride?

He was about to speak up and try to secure a "permanent position" for himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lin Shen holding the strawberry candy, staring at him intently with a look that seemed to say, "You seem to have a problem with my arrangements."

The Qiankun Food Sage's heart suddenly clenched.

The taste of that candy exploded in the depths of his Divine Soul.

It was a supreme sweetness originating from the Origin of the Great Dao that could drive even Sage mad and make them fall into its depths!

Compilation? Face?

Compared to the unparalleled opportunity to see this "Great Dao Candy" every day, it's nothing!

"This disciple is willing! This disciple Qiankun pays respects to the three masters! And to my junior brother!"

With a "thump," the Qiankun Food Sage slammed his knees to the ground, kneeling down with such decisiveness and clarity, his voice booming, filled with absolute obedience and boundless support for the organization's arrangements.

His kneeling completely stunned the remaining four people.

Especially the Yang Mei and the Yin Yang.

Their eyes twitched wildly as they watched Qiankun's shameless fawning.

You're supposed to be Chaos Demon Gods, for goodness' sake!

Can't we retain even a shred of the spirit that belongs to Chaos?

However, circumstances are beyond our control.

In the end, they could only suppress their awkwardness and bow helplessly to Three Pure Ones and Lin Shen.

"Disciple Yang Mei (Yin Yang, Cangwu, Xuanming) greets the three masters and junior brother."

That's all.

Kunlun Mountain welcomed its most luxurious and outrageous group of... Registered Disciple in history.

Their chief senior brother was that Daoist Duobao, who was still diligently sweeping the ground at the foot of the mountain.

Their junior brother, on the other hand, was a three-year-old toddler clutching candy, pondering what to eat for a late-night snack.