"It seems no one knows."
Han Xuanji silently observed his surroundings and discovered that not only were the inner disciple behind him shocked, but the Peak Master' personal disciples, sect True Disciple, and elders at the front were also somewhat bewildered.
Clearly, they probably didn't know that the head disciple had already taken on a new disciple.
"Um?"
Han Xuanji felt some gazes directed at him and frowned.
Why are you looking at me?
No, that's not me.
Han Xuanji had no interest in becoming the head disciple; that would be too high-profile, and he didn't know how many people would be eyeing him.
Jiang Hao and Ji Tianxing are just two examples of this.
Han Xuanji could understand. After all, the head of the Pill Lineage not only possessed extraordinary Tongtian, but was also said to be close to the level of Daluo Golden Immortal. In addition, his Dao of Alchemy skills were among the best in all races, and his status far exceeded that of an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal.
To become his last personally taught disciple would be a path to Tongtian.
As everyone knows, the youngest junior brother is the most favored.
Jiang Hao frowned, but unlike Ji Tianxing, he didn't seem disappointed. His voice carried a barely perceptible hint of resentment.
What does the Immortal Lord mean by this?
The head monk's acceptance of disciples was a matter of fate and circumstance, and I dared not inquire further.
But I don't understand. I, Jiang Hao, Wentian, comprehension, and Dao of Alchemy skills are no less than anyone else's!
"I wonder who the head disciple is, and what his qualifications are?"
His words, resounding and powerful, echoed in the silent temple, deeply moving countless people.
This Jiang Hao dares to be so rude; it seems he's demanding an explanation from Immortal Lord Yunmiao!
"How dare you!"
A Mystic Immortal disciple in the front row, dressed in a black Daoist robe and exuding a sharp aura, suddenly stood up. His face was ashen, and a powerful pressure, like a mountain, crashed down on Jiang Hao!
The others also showed emotional fluctuations, but they also noticed that Immortal Lord Yunmiao didn't seem angry, so they suppressed their emotions.
At this moment, Ji Tianxing inexplicably felt the same way as Jiang Hao, and was filled with righteous indignation.
Inside the grand hall, a variety of expressions appeared on these originally indifferent and ruthless faces, the composure of the immortals gone.
Han Xuanji then focused her gaze on a slender figure at the front.
[ Su Ming: A Heavenly Mystery Lineage- Earth Immortal First Layer, One Destined to Face the Tribulation, possessing great fortune, wisdom, and perseverance. Born in the Devil Domain, his parents were Immortal Dao Rogue Cultivator who were both killed by the Devil Race. Their whereabouts were calculated by the head of the Heavenly Mystery lineage of the Spirit Void Heavenly Palace at great cost, and ultimately the head of the Pill Lineage personally went to Devil Domain Demon Realm to bring him back and take him as his personal disciple.]
Han Xuanji knew everything clearly through her investigative abilities.
This intertwined fortune and calamity are deeply concealed, making it difficult even for those with Double Pupils to perceive.
"What's the difference between the chosen ones of the upper realm and those of the lower realm?"
Upon seeing this place, Han Xuanji inexplicably thought of those people from the Great Void Spirit Realm.
The calamity of the Devil Race race will not end so easily; it will be up to them to deal with the aftermath.
Those with great fortune in the upper realms should grow faster and face greater calamities.
However, it seems that after accepting the other person as a disciple, the head disciple handed him over to his eldest disciple Immortal Lord Yunmiao...
He really is a cheap master.
At this moment, Jiang Hao was under the immense pressure of that Mystic Immortal disciple, his face slightly pale, but he still stubbornly raised his head, his eyes like torches, staring directly at Immortal Lord Yunmiao.
All eyes were focused on this.
This sermon was full of twists and turns, completely exceeding everyone's expectations.
Everyone was surprised by Jiang Hao's boldness and curious about the man's identity.
"Senior brother, I am the head disciple's personal disciple."
A calm voice broke the suffocating silence.
In the center of the front row, a slender figure slowly stood up.
It was Su Ming. He had a handsome face and clear eyes. He was wearing a purple Daoist robe and had just entered the Earth Immortal First Layer cultivation. In this gathering of heroes, he was inconspicuous.
He met Jiang Hao's scrutinizing gaze, as well as countless eyes from the entire room, and spoke again, his voice still calm:
"My name is Su Ming, and my aptitude... is indeed only average."
"By a twist of fate, I was accepted as a disciple by my master... But now that my master has accepted me, I should accept the fact."
"Fate... fate... fate..."
Ji Tianxing muttered to himself absentmindedly, looking at the ordinary Su Ming and then thinking about his own proud talent. A huge sense of absurdity and loss welled up in his heart, making him almost unable to stand.
Is this the choice made by the head of the household?
A disciple at the Earth Immortal First Layer, with mediocre talent?
The word "fate" is far too ethereal and unpredictable!
An uproar erupted within the temple!
For some reason, Li Qianluo felt somewhat lost and confused.
He felt that he could accept Han Xuanji becoming the head disciple.
Jiang Yuan, having somehow secretly arrived beside Han Xuanji, quietly asked in a whisper:
"So, Brother Han, you really aren't the head disciple?"
He was actually guessing that Han Xuanji had secretly become the head disciple, otherwise why would he be so low-key and calm?
Han Xuanji said irritably:
"I am of dull talent, how could I possibly be the head disciple? Brother Jiang, you must be talking nonsense."
"You're not going around telling everyone about me, are you?"
Jiang Yuan scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly:
"No, no, someone just asked me about you and mentioned it briefly. I won't bring it up again."
On the other side.
Jiang Hao stared intently at Su Ming, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including a sense of humiliation.
He couldn't accept that he had lost to such a person.
He had many imagined enemies, including even newly True Disciple like Han Xuanji, but this person was definitely not among them.
Where did this come from?
Immortal Lord Yunmiao watched this scene quietly without intervening.
He also wanted to see if his master's personal disciple, his junior brother, could safely overcome this minor tribulation.
His gaze pierced through the crowd, past Su Ming who was standing, past all the geniuses in the front row, and landed precisely on a young man wearing the robes of True Disciple was trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
That gaze was as deep as an abyss, as if it could pierce through all illusions and reach the very source.
Han Xuanji quickly noticed the gaze, turned his head to look, and was immediately startled.
What's going on?