Elder Meng's private audience is most likely about matters related to the Great Dao Society.
Perhaps he's considering taking on apprentices?
The powerful beings of the Eternal Continent, like those of the Immortal Realm, have long lifespans. If they have no hope of breaking through, the diligent ones will choose to establish a lineage, while the lazy ones will choose to take on prodigies as their disciples.
It was both a way of placing hope in his apprentice and a way to pass the time.
Han Xuanji naturally did not reject the idea of becoming an apprentice; for him, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.
With a powerful master as his backer, he can more easily enter and exit the Daoist realm.
Without hesitation, I adjusted the direction.
Han Xuanji walked unhurriedly toward the location indicated by Elder Meng.
Han Xuanji's actions quickly attracted the attention of those who were interested.
The powerful figures from various states and cities nodded knowingly upon seeing this; they were too lazy to ask about such a prodigy.
Han Xuanji would never choose them. He would rather spend this time finding some Earth-level or even Profound-level seeds. Although some of these people were eliminated early, it doesn't mean they were not talented. Many of them just came from poor backgrounds. If they were nurtured with great effort, they would achieve great things in the future.
Li Tiantong's performance has caught the attention of many forces, and even some forces with Sage power have been in contact with him.
As for the Soul Household?
These established Sage forces didn't care. In their view, the Soul Household no longer had a single Sage and could no longer be called Sage force. They also couldn't keep a talent like Han Xuanji. However, Han Xuanji was currently with the Soul Household, so these forces didn't dare to be too arrogant.
As Han Xuanji walked through the crowd, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Yan out of the corner of his eye.
Xiao Yan was standing in a corner of the high platform with Wang Chong. Although his face was still a little pale, he was in good spirits.
He saw Han Xuanji, nodded slightly, and smiled.
As the Great Sheng Divine Son, although he gave up the struggle for the Holy Emperor's throne, he was still a possessor of the Saint King Bloodline. His potential was astonishing, and he had long been reserved by a powerful figure in the Sacred Court. Therefore, Elder Meng would not go looking for trouble by approaching him.
Xiao Yan was pleased to see that Han Xuanji was valued by the powerful figures of the Great Dao Society.
After a brief exchange with Wang Chong, he quickly adjusted his mindset and looked forward to the next battle with Han Xuanji.
The two exchanged glances, everything understood without a word.
Han Xuanji nodded, said nothing more, and continued walking forward.
Soon, Han Xuanji passed through several buildings and arrived at a pavilion.
With no one guarding the place, Han Xuanji naturally stepped inside.
The first floor was completely empty.
Han Xuanji didn't think much of it and stepped into the second floor of the pavilion.
The furnishings here are simple, unlike what one would expect from a high-ranking official's reception room; it's more like an ordinary study.
Several bamboo scrolls lay casually on the table, and a low table stood by the window with two cups of tea, their aroma wafting gently.
Elder Meng stood with his hands behind his back by the window, his back to the door, watching the crowd gradually disperse in the distance.
He wasn't tall, and was even rather thin, but standing there, he was like a mountain, steady and unshakeable.
As Han Xuanji stepped into the pavilion, he slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Han Xuanji, scrutinizing her from head to toe for a moment.
He looked very carefully, a rare hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
Han Xuanji's performance at the Principle Conference was enough to demonstrate her potential.
But when you see it in person, the feeling is different.
This young man was neither arrogant nor servile; he was neither carried away by winning the championship nor trembling with fear because he was summoned alone.
This State of Mind is more valuable than talent.
"I witnessed your performance at the Principle Conference."
Elder Meng spoke, his voice calm yet carrying undeniable weight:
"Whether facing Song Tiancheng, Ling Cang, or finally Xiao Yan, your performance was beyond question."
His spiritual power is abundant, his foundation in the Dao is strong, and his physical body and mental will are far superior to those of others at the same level.
Even after years of cultivation, I've rarely seen such a combination of traits in one person, whether in the Sacred Court or the Great Dao Society.
That's quite a statement.
As Sage of the Great Dao Society, what kind of prodigies haven't I seen?
There are indeed women of Han Xuanji's caliber, but they are rare, and they are usually sought after by powerful figures.
The "important figures" here refer to powerful beings at the level of Holy Lord.
As for peerless figures at the Saint King level, they have long since withdrawn from worldly affairs, either remaining in seclusion for years or disappearing without a trace. Let alone taking on disciples, they might not even see a high-ranking member of the same faction once in ten thousand years.
Han Xuanji did not interrupt, but listened quietly and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Being too humble is also not good; it can come across as arrogant.
You can't exactly say that you actually performed only so-so, can you?
Elder Meng paused, his gaze lingering on him for a moment, before slowly revealing the true purpose of his visit:
"I have summoned you here because I have a question for you: are you willing to become my disciple?"
His tone remained calm, as if he were talking about something ordinary, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a rare hint of solemnity in it.
I have not yet had any direct disciples.
If you become my disciple, you will be my only successor.
I will do everything in my power to nurture you and help you reach the Sage Realm Stage as soon as possible.
After he finished speaking, he said no more, but stood quietly in place, waiting for Han Xuanji's reply.
The reason he summoned Han Xuanji alone was because he was unsure of himself; if Han Xuanji rejected him in public, he would lose face.
Even if Han Xuanji is summoned for a private audience and is refused, as long as she's not foolish enough to tell others, no one will know, right?
The quiet room fell silent for a moment.
The aroma of tea wafted through the air, and sunlight filtering through the window cast long, thin shadows on the floor.
Han Xuanji sense the seriousness in Elder Meng's gaze.
Elder Meng summoned him alone, without making a big fuss, because he didn't want to put pressure on him.
Han Xuanji, on the other hand, did not show much reaction.
He had long suspected that Elder Meng's summons was most likely related to becoming his disciple, but when he actually heard those words, his thoughts still surged for a moment.
The benefits of becoming Elder Meng's disciple are obvious.
A master at the Sage Sixth Level, the identity of an external affairs elder of the Great Dao Society, and the status of a powerful elder of the Ninth Holy Hall of the Sacred Court —all these combined mean that Han Xuanji has access to more and higher-level resources, inheritances, and places imbued with Dao essence.
More importantly, this relationship makes things much easier for him.
He had already used the system to investigate Elder Meng's background. The other party had cultivated step by step from the bottom to the top, and had established himself in the Great Dao Society. He was able to hold a powerful elder position in the Sacred Court, which was enough to show his skills and strength.
Moreover, Elder Meng is sensible and has a bottom line in his actions, making him much more reliable than those who blindly pursue personal gain.
Now they are almost begging him to become their disciple, instead of putting on airs of Sage to coerce him.
Han Xuanji's mind raced, and just as he was about to speak, a clear, cold voice came from the doorway.
" Little Meng, you promised to bring the champion over so I can see him first."