Luo Yunji looked at the young man before him with some surprise. He was not only secretly pleased but rather proud of himself. "Stand behind me first."
The young man's mouth fell open. He could hardly believe he'd been chosen. After freezing for a moment, he hurried to stand behind Luo Yunji, beside the Quadruplets.
Once someone had stepped forward, the rest—Loose Cultivators and ordinary people alike—surged eagerly forward. They all wanted Luo Yunji to test them and see whether they might be fortunate enough to cultivate the "Taiji Mystic Purity Dao."
Luo Yunji watched the crowd, his face alight with excitement. He was eager to give it a try, as though he were "treasure hunting."
After testing dozens of people in a row, Luo Yunji began to feel tired, and the whole thing started to seem pointless. He slowed down and tested a few more, but still didn't get the result he wanted. He plopped down in a chair, took a sip of "Clear Tea," and ate some pastries Liao Xing handed him. Then he stopped.
The onlookers saw the impatient look on their Little State Preceptor's face, and their hearts filled with unease and disappointment.
Zhang Xiaofan hurried to Sanfu Town alone, using Footwork. He found some patrolling soldiers and learned where Luo Yunji was. In a flash, he vanished before their eyes.
"None of you have the aptitude!" Luo Yunji told the crowd gathered before him, without softening his words at all.
No wonder the great sects wouldn't accept these people. With their aptitude, they couldn't cultivate to any profound level. Compared to the hardships of the cultivation path, they might as well live as ordinary people.
"Imperial Preceptor!" An elderly man pushed through the crowd, his face full of dejection. He came before Luo Yunji and