This conversation made Guangchengzi and the others, who had been about to take their leave, stop in their tracks and exchange looks. Guangchengzi stepped forward and asked in confusion, "Fellow Daoist Tai Cang, are you planning to select disciples?"
They truly could not understand it. Immortal Tai Cang already had four exceptionally gifted disciples under him, so why did he intend to keep accepting more?
"Indeed." Tai Cang smiled calmly and said without concealment, "I plan to take in six more disciples. Once I have ten, I will no longer accept any more. Not long ago, Eldest Uncle-Master mentioned that before the decisive battle with the Witch Clan, there will be a contest among the third-generation disciples of our sect. Ten participants will be selected from the Human, Jie, and Chan teachings. Fellow Daoists, by then, our disciples will be opponents."
The Twelve Golden Immortals were greatly shocked by this. They had not expected a contest among the third-generation disciples, much less that the participants would need to be chosen through selection. Tai Cang already had two Grand Unity Golden Immortals under him, with two more on the verge of breaking through. If he selected another six disciples, would he not take all the available spots?
The expressions of the Twelve Golden Immortals shifted unpredictably. This was far from good news for them, and it placed pressure on their own disciples as well. In only four thousand years, even if they raised their disciples to the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, they likely still would not be able to contend with Tai Cang's disciples. Yet they could not stop Tai Cang from taking disciples. It was his freedom.
With that thought, the Twelve Golden Immortals immediately changed their minds. They had originally planned to accept only one personal disciple, but