Upon seeing these sect envoys, many ascended cultivators' eyes flickered, and they quickly realized that there might be something wrong with the Spirit Jade Sect that Wang Teng mentioned.
They instinctively moved a little further away from Wang Teng.
Seeing this, Wang Teng sneered and remained silent, simply watching.
These sect envoys ignored Wang Teng and began to examine the ascended beings in the hall.
Their gazes were discerning and indifferent, as if they were selecting goods.
"A weak foundation and exhausted potential... make it difficult to achieve anything."
The female cultivator from Jade Wave Pool looked at the other female cultivators on the field and shook her head.
The elder from the Mystic Pill Pavilion even stated bluntly:
"Your fire control skills are barely at the beginner level; I think you're far from being First-Transformation Alchemist."
He sighed in disappointment, but it was something he had expected.
First-Transformation Alchemist is a peerless Alchemist who is rarely seen in the lower realms, even once every tens of thousands of years. Even in the upper realms, they would have a certain status. Many Dao of Alchemy lineages in the Spirit Realm have not even reached this level.
The Great Void Spirit Realm, where Han Xuanji resides, has a long and complete heritage, making it difficult for such a talent to emerge.
Such scenes are quite common on the field.
"I, Li Cangqiong, am known to the world as the Fate-Defying Sword Immortal. May I ask, envoy, if I may join the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"
A man in a blue robe carrying a long sword spoke.
The young swordsman from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect was taken aback by his arrogant tone and ordered him to release his Sword Intent.
However, after Li Cangqiong revealed his own Sword Dao...
The young swordsman from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect was speechless on the spot and gave it a negative review.
" The Sword Intent is weak, far too weak."
On the other side, the burly man who had been training his body examined several people and shook his head, saying:
"His physical strength is still acceptable, but he has overdrawn his potential. I don't know how many rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures it will take to salvage it."
In their view, none of these ascendants were promising talents.
Their evaluations were merciless, like cold knives, piercing the hearts of those hopeful ascendants time and again.
One by one, the ascendants were denied, and the hope that had just ignited on their faces was quickly replaced by despair.
"How is that possible... I'm already the number one Sword Dao in the lower realm, known as the Sword Immortal. How could that not meet the requirements of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"
Li Cangqiong couldn't hold back any longer and angrily questioned him.
I think you just don't want to hire anyone.
He, Li Cangqiong, enjoys Sword Dao glory in the lower realm and is hailed as "If Li Cangqiong had not been born, the Sword Dao would have been shrouded in eternal darkness."
It can be said that he single-handedly Sword Dao of this world to a new level.
Upon hearing this, the young swordsman from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect frowned, his gaze piercing like lightning towards Li Cangqiong, carrying a hint of disdain:
" Sword Immortal? You think you can?"
He chuckled and shook his head, saying:
"However, you've only just entered the realm of Sword Intent Forms a Domain, still a long way from becoming a true Sword Immortal! It seems the Sword Dao of your world is truly pitifully weak."
"You!"
Li Cangqiong was instantly enraged, his face turning red with anger as his dignity was trampled upon.
The next second, he summoned his natal spirit sword.
He instinctively reached for his sword, but just as his fingers touched the hilt...
Buzz--!
A sharp, invisible Sword Intent erupted from the young man of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, piercing Li Cangqiong's brow with perfect precision.
"Ugh!"
Li Cangqiong felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, let out a muffled groan, and his face instantly turned ashen.
His sword-wielding motion froze in mid-air, his whole body trembling violently, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Locked in by that terrifying Sword Intent, he felt as insignificant as an ant, unable to even muster the slightest thought of resistance, let alone swing his sword.
It was as if if he moved even slightly, his soul would be instantly shredded by the invisible Sword Intent.
How could that be...?
Only these four words echoed wildly in Li Cangqiong's mind, and endless humiliation and despair overwhelmed him.
His Sword Dao, which he was so proud of, was so utterly vulnerable in the eyes of his opponent.
His so-called " Sword Immortal " title now seems utterly ridiculous.
This scene completely silenced the other ascendants who were still somewhat Qi Ingestion.
The harsh reality is laid bare before our eyes.
The glory of the lower realm is nothing more than the self-satisfaction of a frog at the bottom of a well in the eyes of cultivators in the upper realm.
Daoist Lingyun couldn't help but ask Han Xuanji at this moment:
"Fellow Daoist Han, don't you intend to give it a try?"
This statement drew considerable attention to them.
Throughout, Han Xuanji stood quietly in the corner, like a transparent person.
He perfectly concealed his aura and Chaos True Spirit Physique, not even revealing his Double Pupils, only showing ordinary fluctuations of Mid-Stage Immortal Ascension.
Whether it was Wang Teng or the later sect envoys, their gazes did not linger on him at all.
Han Xuanji's calmness was naturally interpreted as a sign of mediocre talent, loss of spirit, or even being terrified.
Han Xuanji looked helplessly at Daoist Lingyun and said:
"I was just thinking about which sect to join."
Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads, thinking that Han Xuanji was just trying to attract attention, and ignored him.
They were still pleading with the envoys from the upper realm sects, hoping they would give them a chance.
"For cultivators from the lower realms to come to the upper realms is like graduating and entering society..."
Han Xuanji pondered, feeling a strange pang of sadness.
He already had a plan in mind: he didn't need to be too flashy, he just needed to show some of his talent appropriately, and it would be best if he could go to a sect with a solid foundation and lay low for the time being.
Jian Wuchen's talent is already considered Higher Vehicle in the Upper Realm. If he were to fully display his talent, he might attract powerful figures to take him as a disciple, but he might also attract those with ill intentions.
A tree that stands out in the forest will surely be felled by the wind.
To be honest, he doesn't even look down on small, insignificant sects.
In that case, perhaps going to the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect and then joining the Azure Cloud Sword Palace would be a good choice. Showing a little bit of Sword Immortal immortality should be enough to become formal disciple.
Moreover, he had previously signed up for a Star Palace Token, but he didn't know how to join the Star Palace and needed to gather information, so this could be considered a backup plan.
With Li Cangqiong's example as an example, no one else dared to express any dissatisfaction.
Ultimately, out of dozens of ascendants, only four were barely selected.
An ascended being who seemed to have some talent in alchemy was taken away by an elder from the Mystic Pill Pavilion, but judging from the elder's expression, he was clearly only barely qualified and would most likely start as a menial worker when he returned.
A burly man of unusually tall stature was led away by the body-training strongman, who merely patted him on the shoulder and said, " Your Root Bone is alright, go back and try it out."
The other two secretly approached an inconspicuous sect envoy, offered him some Immortal Spirit Stone, and barely managed to get him to agree to take them away.
The remaining dozens of ascendants, including Li Cangqiong whose Dao heart was almost shattered, could only stare helplessly as these people were taken away, their eyes filled with envy and despair.
They are like the defective products left over after the selection process, their future bleak.
Just then, another person drifted in from outside the Hall of Reception.
This person exuded a restrained aura, wore a purple Daoist robe with cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, and appeared quite young.
His arrival sparked a glimmer of hope among some people on the field.
Having one more person recruiting means they have one more opportunity.
Upon seeing the newcomer, the burly man from Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain immediately said:
"So you're a top disciple of the Purple Haze Sect."
The other sect envoys were also somewhat surprised. The Purple Haze Sect was no ordinary sect; it was a powerful force with Golden Immortal in charge.
The purple-robed cultivator's gaze swept over the crowd before landing directly on Lingyun Daoist Lingyun was still somewhat weak.
" Lingyun, you've worked hard all these years."
His voice was calm, and his gaze softened.
Upon seeing this person, Daoist Lingyun's eyes immediately lit up with excitement. He struggled to stand up straight and bowed deeply in respect.
"Master!"
The cultivator in the purple Daoist robe nodded slightly.
"I've come to take you back to your clan."
He didn't glance at the others in the hall, as if they were invisible, before turning and leaving.
"Yes!"
Daoist Lingyun quickly agreed, a relieved smile finally appearing on his face.
He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the desperate ascendants in the hall with a complex expression, finally lingering briefly on Han Xuanji. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he quickly followed after his senior brother, Ziyang.
Daoist Lingyun was quite puzzled as to why Han Xuanji was hiding himself, but he felt that Han Xuanji must have his own reasons for doing so, so he naturally didn't say anything more.