"Immortals possess vast divine powers."
Old Jia and the others stiffened at once, becoming even more respectful.
A few years ago, an affiliated branch of the Bai Sheng Sect had come to their small town to recruit disciples. Their children had lacked sufficient aptitude and lost their chance to become disciples of immortals in one leap. Now, this was naturally what they sought. To Xu Zhi, it was merely a trivial matter, but to mortals, daily necessities were already matters of great importance in life—let alone an immortal opportunity that could affect a family for generations? Old Jia and several merchants exchanged glances and said, "Immortal, although our children's aptitudes are ordinary, we still hope they may encounter immortal fortune. We are willing to provide you with all kinds of rare medicinal herbs and gather various treasures for you."
They had taken Xu Zhi for an independent cultivator.
He might not compare to the orthodox sects, but he was still their only choice.
Moreover, as far as they knew, some sects maintained ties with major local merchants, having them purchase resources. Some reclusive great sects even controlled entire regional dynasties.
Accepting disciples?
Xu Zhi was briefly stunned. To this day, he had never truly accepted a disciple.
"Whether I accept disciples depends on fate. If their aptitude is not poor..." Xu Zhi did not reject them outright.
Old Jia and the others' expressions stiffened. If their aptitude had been good, they would have entered a sect long ago.
Xu Zhi sat in his chair without looking at them, merely gazing toward the town below. "Aptitude does not refer to the body. It refers to intelligence—intelligence in a particular area, special talent. There is no point saying more. If you wish to cultivate within my sect, you must pass the outer