"Looks like no one knows."
Han Xuanji quietly observed his surroundings, noticing that not only were the Inner Sect Disciples behind him shocked, but even the Peak Lords' Personal Disciples, True Disciples, and Elders in the front rows seemed somewhat bewildered.
Clearly, they most likely also did not know that the Head had recently taken on a new Disciple.
"Hmm?"
Han Xuanji felt some gazes turn towards him and frowned.
Why are they looking at me?
It's not me.
Han Xuanji had no interest in becoming the Head's Disciple; that would be too attention-grabbing, and he would be targeted by countless people.
Just like Jiang Hao and Ji Tianxing were merely two of them.
Han Xuanji could understand, though. After all, the Head of the Dan Meridian, not only possessed heaven-reaching cultivation, but was rumored to be close to Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation. Coupled with his Pill Dao level, which was among the top ranks across all races, his status and position far surpassed that of an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal.
To become his last Personal Disciple would be a path to the heavens.
It was well-known that the youngest Junior Brother was always the most favored.
Jiang Hao's brows were tightly furrowed. He wasn't as dejected as Ji Tianxing, but his voice carried a hint of unnoticeable indignation:
"Immortal Lord, what do you mean by this?
The Head taking a Disciple is naturally a matter of Destiny, and I dare not question it.
But this Disciple is puzzled. I, Jiang Hao, believe my talent, Comprehension Ability, and Pill Dao cultivation are not inferior to anyone!
I wonder who the Head's Personal Disciple is? And what kind of Aptitude does he possess?"
His words were resonant, echoing in the silent Dao field, leaving countless people in shock.
This Jiang Hao, how dare he be so impolite? This subtly implied demanding an explanation from Immortal Lord Yunmiao!
"Audacious!"
In the front row, a Profound Immortal Disciple in a black Daoist robe, with a sharp aura, suddenly stood up, his face ashen. A colossal pressure, like a mountain, slammed towards Jiang Hao!
The expressions of the others also fluctuated, but they observed that Immortal Lord Yunmiao did not seem angry, so they suppressed their reactions.
Meanwhile, Ji Tianxing inexplicably felt a sense of camaraderie with Jiang Hao at this moment, feeling somewhat indignant.
In a grand hall, various emotions appeared on these originally indifferent faces, losing the usual composure of Immortal cultivators.
Han Xuanji, however, fixed his gaze on a slender figure in the front row.
[Su Ming: Earth Immortal First Layer, Person of Tribulation, possessing great Luck, great wisdom, and great perseverance. Born in the Demon Realm, his parents were Immortal Dao Loose Cultivators, both killed by the Demon Race. The Head of the Heavenly Mystery Lineage of the Lingxu Heavenly Palace spent a great price to deduce his whereabouts, and finally, the Head of the Dan Meridian personally went to the Demon Realm to bring him back and accept him as a Personal Disciple.]
Through his detection ability, Han Xuanji knew everything clearly.
This Luck and tribulation Qi were intertwined, deeply concealed, making it difficult for even a double-pupil to discern.
"The Son of Luck of the Upper Realm, I wonder what the difference is compared to those of the Lower Realm?"
Seeing this, Han Xuanji inexplicably thought of those few individuals in the Taixu Spirit Realm.
The tribulation of the Demon Race certainly couldn't end so simply; the subsequent events should be for them to handle.
And the Person of Great Luck in the Upper Realm should grow faster and face greater calamities.
It's just that this Head seems to have handed over his Disciple to his First Disciple, Immortal Lord Yunmiao, after taking him in...
Truly a convenient Master.
At this moment, Jiang Hao was enduring the mountain-like pressure from the Profound Immortal Disciple, his face slightly pale, yet he still stubbornly held his head high, his gaze like a torch, staring directly at Immortal Lord Yunmiao.
All eyes were focused here as well.
This sermon, with its twists and turns, had completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
Everyone was surprised by Jiang Hao's boldness and curious about the identity of that person.
"Senior Brother, I am the Head'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. His face was delicate, his eyes clear, and he wore a purple Daoist robe. His cultivation, having just entered the Earth Immortal First Layer, seemed inconspicuous in this gathering of Prodigies.
Facing Jiang Hao's scrutinizing gaze and the countless eyes of the entire audience, he spoke again, his voice still calm:
"My name is Su Ming, and my Aptitude… is indeed ordinary."
"Due to Destiny, I was accepted as a Disciple by Master… However, since Master has already accepted me as his Disciple, Senior Brother should also accept the fact."
"Destiny… Destiny… Destiny…"
Ji Tianxing murmured distractedly, looking at the ordinary Su Ming, and then thinking of his own proud talent. A huge sense of absurdity and loss surged into his heart, making him almost unable to stand steady.
This was the Head's choice?
An Earth Immortal First Layer Disciple with ordinary Aptitude?
This word "Destiny" was simply too ethereal and unpredictable!
The Dao field erupted in an uproar!
For some reason, Li Qianluo felt a little disappointed and puzzled.
He felt that if Han Xuanji could become the Head's Disciple, he could still accept it.
Jiang Yuan also didn't know when he had stealthily come to Han Xuanji's side and quietly transmitted a message, asking:
"So Brother Han, you really aren't the Head's Disciple?"
He had actually been guessing that Han Xuanji had secretly become the Head's Disciple; otherwise, why would he be so low-key and calm?
Han Xuanji said in an annoyed tone:
"My Aptitude is dull, how could I be the Head's Disciple? Brother Jiang, don't talk nonsense."
"You're not going around spreading my name, are you?"
Jiang Yuan scratched his head and chuckled:
"No, no, it's just that someone asked me about you, and I mentioned it briefly. I won't say it next time."
...
Jiang Hao stared intently at Su Ming, his eyes extremely complex, filled with a sense of humiliation.
He could not accept that he would lose to such a person.
He had many imagined enemies, even including Han Xuanji, but definitely not this person.
Where did this person come from?
Immortal Lord Yunmiao watched this scene quietly, without intervening.
He also wanted to see if this Personal Disciple of Master, his Junior Brother, could safely pass this small tribulation.
His gaze pierced through the crowd, past the standing Su Ming, past all the Prodigies in the front row, and landed with precise accuracy on a young man wearing a True Disciple Daoist robe, who was trying hard to lower his sense of presence.
That gaze was as deep as an abyss, as if it could penetrate all illusions and reach the Origin.
Han Xuanji quickly noticed this gaze, turned his head to look, and was immediately startled.
What's going on?