The Supreme Elder takes a disciple?

At noon, the atmosphere in the trial grounds grew even more somber.

The test location for the second round was surprisingly set before the stone tablet outside the mountain gate.

"Second round, testing foundation," a middle-aged woman with a stern face shouted as she took over the assessment.

However, in stark contrast to her icy demeanor, she seemed to force a smile onto her face.

Perhaps she had already learned about Mu Bai's talent, which explained her behavior.

"How long you can last before the Ancestor's Tablet represents how deep your Martial Dao foundation is," the middle-aged woman explained expressionlessly.

At this moment, there were many more people present than before, clearly indicating that more individuals were interested in this assessment.

Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, with everyone discussing the recent events in hushed tones.

"That scared me to death, my goodness, was that the Grand Elder just now!"

"It must have been. Who else could it be if not the Grand Elder, to make the Third Elder and Fourth Elder kneel before him?"

"Heavens, I really regret not watching the first round. I heard the Third Elder and Fourth Elder almost fought over snatching a disciple."

These discussions rose and fell, the people still filled with shock from the previous scene.

Mu Bai once again stood before the three-zhang-tall black Mysterious Stone Tablet, the blood-red characters still emanating a sharp sword intent.

The difference this time was that five elders were seated around the stone tablet. They all turned their gazes towards Mu Bai in the center of the arena, eager to see the Martial Dao foundation of someone with such talent.

"Begin."

With the middle-aged woman's command, Mu Bai focused his gaze on the inscription.

The blood-red characters twisted and distorted once more, transforming into a barrage of palm strikes that surged towards him.

But this time, Mu Bai, prepared, did not close his eyes. Instead, he circulated his Light Spirit Sword Intent, constructing a defensive line in his sea of consciousness.

One breath passed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Mu Bai's forehead.

Two breaths passed, and his legs began to tremble slightly.

Three breaths passed, and a trickle of blood slowly dripped from his nostrils.

The moment the light screen dissipated, Mu Bai staggered back two steps, caught by Langya Xing.

He gasped for air, the terrifying sword intent still echoing in his mind.

Three and a half breaths! It was actually three and a half breaths!

The last person to last three breaths was the current family head in his youth...

The surrounding crowd stirred once more.

The middle-aged woman gave Mu Bai a deep look, then turned to the recorder and said, "Second round, passed. Grade: Upper A."

The sun slanted westward, and everyone moved to a new trial ground.

Twelve ancient bronze lamps were lit in the trial grounds.

The area for the third round had expanded threefold, appearing to be pieced together from thick stone slabs.

"Third round, testing combat."

An old man in a black robe led a strange beast into the arena.

The beast resembled a leopard but had three tails, its entire body covered in silvery-white scales, and a vertical pupil on its forehead glowed with a faint blue light.

"A Three-eyed Silver Scale Leopard!" someone exclaimed. "This is a beast at the Houtian Limit!"

"The family is actually willing to use this for the test..."

The old man in the black robe reluctantly stroked the beast's head, unfastened the silver collar around its neck, and turned to Mu Bai, saying, "If you can't win, surrender immediately."

The moment the beast was unleashed, the temperature in the arena plummeted.

Its three tails stood erect, the vertical pupil on its forehead locked onto Mu Bai, emitting a chilling killing intent.

Mu Bai slowly drew the Qinglin Sword, its blade glinting with a bloody light in the setting sun.

He could feel that this beast's aura was three points stronger than Master Dehua's was back then!

"Roar--"

The Silver Scale Leopard suddenly attacked, its speed so fast it left afterimages.

Mu Bai dodged to the side, his sword grazing its scales and splashing sparks.

Such tough scales!

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

After three probing moves, Mu Bai had gauged his opponent's speed and strength.

He took a deep breath, circulating True Qi within his body along a specific route. The Qinglin Sword gradually began to emit a green glow.

"Tornado Rain Strike!"

With a clear shout, Mu Bai's figure suddenly blurred, and the whirlwind stirred up by his sword drew the Silver Scale Leopard into it.

Countless sword qi poured down like a torrential rain, striking the beast's scales with a dense sound.

The Silver Scale Leopard roared in anger, its three tails lashing out at Mu Bai like steel whips, but all were blocked by sword qi.

Just as its old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet arisen, Mu Bai suddenly changed his move. The green light on his sword tip condensed into a single point and pierced the vertical pupil between the beast's brows with lightning speed!

Pfft!

With the sword tip in its brain, the Silver Scale Leopard let out a mournful howl, its massive body crashing to the ground. Blood gushed from its seven orifices.

The scene fell silent.

No one had expected the match to end so quickly.

"Third round, passed," the old man in black robes announced with a grim expression. He quickly stepped forward to check the beast's condition, then shook his head. "Killed with a single blow."

The silence lasted for several breaths before erupting into earth-shattering discussion.

The elders sitting around looked at each other, their eyes full of shock.

"Without the family's training, he actually mastered a sword technique at the Innate level while still in the Houtian realm. This is truly..." one elder said in shock.

"All three rounds passed, with all grades being A. According to the clan rules, he can become a Guest Elder of our Langya Family and be gifted..." the middle-aged woman announced loudly.

Her words couldn't be finished because the Grand Elder in the grey robe appeared again.

The old man descended gracefully, landing before Mu Bai. His cloudy eyes were now shining brightly.

"Boy," his voice was hoarse but filled with power, "are you willing to take this old man as your master?"

This question struck like a thunderclap, and all the Langya clansmen present wore expressions of disbelief.

The Star-Picking Ancestor had not taken a disciple in three hundred years, yet today he was breaking his rule for this outsider!