Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 182: Once in the Immortal Realm it is as Deep as the Sea

Upon seeing these Sect envoys, the eyes of many Ascended Immortals flickered, and they quickly realized that the Jade Spirit Sect mentioned by Wang Teng might have some issues.

They instinctively moved further away from Wang Teng.

Seeing this, Wang Teng sneered, remaining silent, merely watching them.

These Sect envoys no longer paid attention to Wang Teng and began to scrutinize the Ascended Immortals in the hall.

Their gazes were critical and indifferent, as if they were selecting goods.

“The Foundation is unstable, potential exhausted… It is difficult to achieve anything great.”

The female Cultivator from Bibo Pool shook her head as she looked at a few female Cultivators present.

The old man from Xuan Dan Pavilion was even more direct:

“Your fire control technique has barely entered the getting Started realm; I think you are far from being a First-Rank Alchemist.”

Saying that, he sighed in disappointment, but it was also within his expectations.

A First-Rank Alchemist in the Lower Realm was a peerless alchemist rarely seen even in tens of thousands of years, and even in the Upper Realm, they held some status.

Many Alchemy Legacies in the Spirit Realm had not even reached this level.

The Taixu Spirit Realm, where Han Xuanji resided, had a long and complete Legacy, yet it was still difficult for such talents to appear.

Such a scene was very common in the venue.

“I, Li Cangqiong, am known by the world as the Heaven-Defying Sword Immortal. May I ask, Envoy, can I enter the Liuyun Sword Sect?”

A young man in green robes with a long sword on his back spoke.

The young Sword Cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect was startled by his audacious tone and asked him to release his Sword Intent.

However, when Li Cangqiong displayed his Dao of Sword.

The young Sword Cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect was speechless on the spot and immediately gave a negative review.

“The Sword Intent is weak, too weak.”

On the other side, the Body Refining strong man tested several people and also shook his head, saying:

“The Physical Body strength is acceptable, but the potential has been overdrawn. I don’t know how many Heaven And Earth Treasure it would take to save it.”

In their opinion, there was not a single promising talent among these Ascended Immortals.

Their evaluations were merciless, like cold knives, piercing the hearts of those hopeful Ascended Immortals again and again.

One by one, Ascended Immortals were rejected, and the hope that had just ignited on their faces was quickly replaced by despair.

“How is this possible…? In the Lower Realm, I was already number one in the Dao of Sword, known as the Sword Immortal by the world. This doesn’t meet the Liuyun Sword Sect’s requirements?”

Li Cangqiong couldn’t help but question in an angry voice.

“I think you just don’t want to recruit anyone.”

Li Cangqiong, in the Lower Realm, enjoyed supreme glory in the Dao of Sword, hailed as an existence where “if the heavens did not give birth to Li Cangqiong, the Dao of Sword would be like a long night for all eternity.”

It could be said that he, by himself, advanced the Dao of Sword in that realm.

The young Sword Cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect frowned upon hearing this, his gaze piercing towards Li Cangqiong like lightning, carrying a hint of disdain:

“Sword Immortal? Just you?”

He sneered, shook his head, and said:

“You’ve only just stepped into the realm of Sword Intent domain transformation, you’re still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the true Sword Immortal realm! It seems the Dao of Sword in your world is truly pitifully weak.”

“You!”

Li Cangqiong instantly flushed red, the anger from his trampled dignity rushing to his head.

The next second, he summoned his Natal Spirit Sword.

He instinctively was about to swing his sword, yet, just as his fingers touched the hilt.

Buzz—!

A sharp, invisible Sword Intent instantly erupted from the young man of the Liuyun Sword Sect, precisely piercing into Li Cangqiong’s glabella.

“Urgh!”

Li Cangqiong grunted as if struck by a heavy blow, his face instantly turning ashen.

His sword-swinging motion froze mid-air, his body trembling violently, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Under the lock of that terrifying Sword Intent, he felt as insignificant as an ant.

Not to mention swinging his sword, he couldn’t even muster a single thought of resistance.

It was as if if he moved even a little more, his Divine Soul would be instantly shredded by that invisible Sword Intent.

How is this possible…?

Only these four words echoed madly in Li Cangqiong’s heart, and endless humiliation and despair engulfed him.

His proud Dao of Sword was so vulnerable in the opponent’s eyes.

His so-called “Sword Immortal” title now seemed so ridiculous.

This scene completely silenced the other Ascended Immortals who were still somewhat unconvinced.

The cruelty of reality was starkly displayed before their eyes.

The glory of the Lower Realm, in the eyes of Upper Realm Cultivators, was merely the self-satisfaction of a frog at the bottom of a well.

Spirit Luck Daoist couldn’t help but ask Han Xuanji at this moment:

“Daoist Friend Han, aren’t you going to give it a try?”

As soon as these words came out, many people noticed them.

From beginning to end, Han Xuanji stood quietly in the corner, like an invisible person.

He perfectly concealed his aura and Chaos True Spirit Body, not even revealing his heavy pupils, only showing the ordinary fluctuations of a Middle Stage Ascended Immortal.

Whether it was Wang Teng or the later Sect envoys, their gazes did not linger on him at all when they swept past him.

Han Xuanji’s calmness was naturally interpreted as mediocre Aptitude, loss of ambition, or perhaps even being scared witless.

Han Xuanji looked at Spirit Luck Daoist helplessly and said:

“Aren’t I thinking about which Sect to join?”

Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads, thinking Han Xuanji was trying to gain attention, and ignored him.

They were still pleading with the Sect envoys from the Upper Realm, hoping they would be given a chance.

“These Lower Realm Cultivators coming to the Upper Realm are like graduating and entering society…”

Han Xuanji pondered in his heart, feeling a strange sadness.

He also had a plan in mind; he didn’t need to be overly flamboyant, just appropriately reveal some Aptitude.

It would be best to go to a Sect with good Foundation and lay low first.

Sword Without Dust’s Aptitude was already considered excellent in the Upper Realm.

If he fully revealed his talent, he might attract powerful figures as Disciples, but he might also attract those with ill intentions.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

And as for small Sects, honestly, he didn’t think much of them.

In that case, perhaps going to the Liuyun Sword Sect and then joining the Azure Cloud Sword Palace would be a good choice.

Slightly revealing the Sword Immortal realm should be enough to become an official Disciple.

Moreover, he had once signed in for a Star Palace token, but he didn’t know how to join the Star Palace and still needed to gather information, which was also a backup plan.

With Li Cangqiong’s example, no one else dared to show any dissatisfaction.

Ultimately, among the dozens of Ascended Immortals, only a mere four were reluctantly chosen.

One Ascended Immortal, who seemed to have some talent in Alchemy, was taken away by the old man from Xuan Dan Pavilion, but looking at the old man’s expression, he was clearly just barely qualified, and would most likely start with miscellaneous tasks back at the Sect.

There was a particularly tall man who was led away by the Body Refining strong man, but the strong man merely patted his shoulder and said, “Your bone structure is decent; go back and practice.”

The other two quietly approached an inconspicuous Sect envoy, offering some Immortal Spirit Stones, barely convincing the other party to nod and agree to take them away.

The remaining dozens of Ascended Immortals, including Li Cangqiong, whose Dao Heart was almost shattered, could only stare blankly, watching these people being taken away, their eyes filled with envy and gloom.

They were like defective products left after selection, their future bleak.

Just then, another person gracefully walked into the Reception Hall from outside.

This person’s aura was restrained, he wore a purple Daoist robe with cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, and he appeared quite young.

His arrival sparked hope in some people present.

More people recruiting meant more opportunities for them.

The strong man from Myriad Beast Mountain saw the newcomer and immediately said:

“So it’s the esteemed Disciple of the Purple Cloud Sect.”

The other Sect envoys were also somewhat surprised; the Purple Cloud Sect was not simple, it was a major power with a Golden Immortal overseeing it.

The purple-robed Cultivator’s gaze swept over everyone, then directly fell upon Spirit Luck Daoist, whose aura was still somewhat weak.

“Lingyun, you’ve worked hard all these years.”

His voice was gentle, and his eyes softened.

Upon seeing this person, Spirit Luck Daoist’s eyes immediately showed excitement.

He struggled to straighten his body and bowed in salute:

“Master!”

The purple-robed Cultivator nodded slightly:

“I’ve come to take you back to the Sect.”

He did not spare another glance at anyone else in the hall, as if everyone else was air, then turned and left.

“Yes!”

Spirit Luck Daoist quickly responded, a relieved smile finally appearing on his face.

He turned his head, his gaze complex as he swept over the desperate Ascended Immortals in the hall, finally lingering for a moment on Han Xuanji.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he quickly followed that Senior Brother Ziyang.

Spirit Luck Daoist was very puzzled as to why Han Xuanji was hiding himself, but he felt that Han Xuanji must have his own profound reasons for doing so, and he naturally didn’t feel it was appropriate to say much.