Transmission of Voice

The four of them were all stunned when they heard the black-bearded old man's words, and enlightenment dawned in their hearts.

Cultivator Sima's words had struck the heart of the matter. The four of them had been arguing incessantly because they all wanted to take that young cultivator as their disciple, but they had no idea whom the young cultivator wanted to study under.

If the other party did not wish to become their disciple, then even if they managed to win him over, they would still have difficulty getting their wish.

Under ordinary circumstances, given the identities and cultivation levels of the four of them, as long as they were willing to accept disciples, those low-level cultivators would have come swarming in, fighting tooth and nail for the chance.

But this young cultivator was different. According to the disciples under them, he had cultivated for only forty years, yet had already reached the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment. Such aptitude was absolutely among the rarest in the Yuanfeng Empire's immortal cultivation world.

Even more precious was the fact that this young cultivator's auxiliary skills far exceeded anything the four of them had imagined.

He was not only proficient in alchemy and artifact refinement, but also deeply accomplished in talisman crafting and formations. Even Great Cultivators like them found it difficult to achieve anything in so many fields. They had never expected that such a young cultivator could actually reach this level.

After hearing about this young cultivator, even cultivator surnamed Zhuang, who had never intended to accept a disciple, had developed the desire to take him as one.

Now that they had heard the black-bearded old man's words, all four nodded. As the saying went, a forcibly twisted melon was never sweet. They had no idea whom the young cultivator