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

Chapter 202: End of the Sermon Thirty-Year Agreement

Could it be that Yunmiao Xianjun found him too handsome…?

He used the System to conceal his Realm, so even if the other party was a Golden Immortal mighty figure, they shouldn’t be able to see through it.

Han Xuanji felt a bit strange and couldn’t help but frown slightly.

However, Yunmiao Xianjun’s calm, unperturbed gaze did not linger on him for too long.

No one else noticed this small detail; they couldn’t even clearly see Yunmiao Xianjun’s face.

“It seems I was overthinking it…”

Han Xuanji secretly breathed a sigh of relief, suppressing that inexplicable sense of vigilance.

“Perhaps I was just overly sensitive.”

Maybe the other party was just curious about his double pupils and took an extra look, which was normal.

However, Han Xuanji had already decided not to get involved in this mess.

His footsteps subtly shifted backward, but he didn’t forget to observe the situation on the field.

He planned to quietly leave later when everyone’s attention was on the front.

What did this storm have to do with him?

Who became the Head Disciple was irrelevant to him.

However, just as he had moved half a step, and his figure was about to become hidden, Yunmiao Xianjun on the high platform lightly coughed and said,

“This lecture concludes here. The profound mysteries of the Pill Dao, you all should return and carefully comprehend, diligently cultivate, and not squander today’s Opportunity.”

As the Dharma sound faded, the rich Dao rhyme permeating the Dao Field began to slowly dissipate.

Though the Disciples were still eager for more, they dared not be negligent.

They all rose and respectfully bowed to the high platform:

“Thank you, Immortal Lord, for your lecture!”

The moment everyone rose to bow, Yunmiao Xianjun’s figure completely vanished.

At this time, the great hall became extremely lively, much like a classroom after class.

Han Xuanji saw many Disciples and Elders whispering, their expressions tinged with seriousness, while some had undisguised displeasure on their faces.

“Jiang Hao’s actions like this, does he not want to stay on Purple Firmament Peak anymore?”

“Aside from the Head, he probably doesn’t care about anything else. The Jiang Family is a descendant of an Immortal Emperor, with deep foundations, and an Immortal King presides over their Family.”

…

Han Xuanji wasn’t very concerned about what would happen between the person of great Luck and Jiang Hao next, or what everyone thought.

Instead, he felt a bit uncomfortable continuing to stay there.

“I wonder what kind of mess it will turn into.”

Han Xuanji thought to himself, already quietly leaving.

He sent a voice transmission to Jiang Yuan, bidding him farewell.

Jiang Yuan immediately replied, “It seems Brother Han has gained much. Brother Han, please go ahead. I will tell you what happens afterward.”

He decided to watch the excitement, knowing he wouldn’t get dragged into it anyway.

Han Xuanji left quickly.

Someone saw him and initially wanted to go up and say a few words, but couldn’t keep up with his speed and stopped.

Inside the hall.

Jiang Hao’s face was cold and stern, his gaze like lightning, piercing directly at the young man:

“Su Ming, is it? Since you are favored by the Head, you must have extraordinary abilities.”

“Pill Dao, or combat, why not have a spar or two to convince me?”

Upon hearing this,

the people around him showed playful expressions.

As Su Ming was about to speak, a purple-robed old man stepped forward, his face gentle but his eyes flashing with cold light, and said:

“Youngster from the Jiang Family, Junior Martial Uncle Su Ming has just entered the Earth Immortal Realm, and his Pill Dao is merely rudimentary. Forcing him with your Heavenly Immortal cultivation and three-turn Pill Realm is a bit out of line.”

When others saw the purple-robed old man step out, their eyes all turned to him.

This was an Elder of Purple Firmament Peak, also the Head’s third Disciple, Elder Qingmu.

Jiang Hao, however, remained unmoving, his expression still arrogant:

“Elder Qingmu, your words are too harsh. Since he is a personal Disciple of the Head and a true Disciple of the Dan Meridian, he should possess abilities that match his title. If today is inconvenient, we can arrange a date. Ten years, fifty years, even a hundred years or longer… Jiang Hao will be waiting.”

Even seeing a Sect Elder intervene, he did not back down.

Although finding a Master indeed depended on fate and could not be forced, he had a surge of resentment that needed to be released, and it was also to protect his Family’s honor.

The Jiang Family had ten thousand years of glory; if this matter spread, how would others view it?

As the direct descendant of the Jiang Family, being inferior to such an ordinary person would make the entire Immortal Domain laugh.

Seeing this, Elder Qingmu’s eyes gleamed with even colder light, but he still turned his head to look at Su Ming and said:

“Since that is the case, Junior Martial Uncle Su Ming, what is your decision?”

He still handed the problem over to the one directly involved.

Behind Jiang Hao stood the Jiang Family, a colossal power no one wanted to offend.

Now, it was up to Su Ming how to respond.

Even if Su Ming didn’t accept the challenge, it wouldn’t matter; Lingxu Heavenly Palace wouldn’t be afraid of a mere Jiang Family.

Listening to everyone’s discussions and observing their expressions, a hint of determination flashed across Su Ming’s handsome face.

He took a deep breath and declared loudly:

“No need for a hundred years, thirty years! In thirty years, I will fight you and prove to Master and to Lingxu Heavenly Palace that I, Su Ming, am worthy of this title.”

He was grateful for Yucheng Xian Zun’s great kindness and naturally didn’t want his Master to be seen as someone who couldn’t recognize talent or was shortsighted.

“Since that’s the case, in thirty years, I will personally measure your abilities.”

Jiang Hao gave him a deep look, said no more, and turned to leave.

Thirty years, for a Cultivator in the Upper Realm, was but a flick of a finger.

“Alas, he is still young and hot-blooded…”

Many people shook their heads, feeling that Su Ming was a bit too arrogant.

Jiang Hao’s cultivation speed was evident to all, his strength was formidable, and he had the Heavenly Eye to assist him in the Pill Dao, making him difficult for ordinary people to match.

They did think it was impossible for the Head of the Dan Meridian to take in a good-for-nothing, but catching up in thirty years would not be easy.

“I even thought there might be some Opportunity back then. An ordinary person really can’t hold this position of Head Disciple.”

Jiang Yuan also sighed upon seeing this scene.

Li Qianluo and Zhang Qing beside him also nodded slightly.

“I also understand now why True Disciple Han is so low-key. If he doesn’t have the ability, he won’t be able to hold this position stably…”

“I never expected the Head Disciple to be such a person… truly unexpected.”

“Who could have thought?”

Zhang Qing spoke.

The commotion in the Dao Field soon quietly spread, circulating throughout the entire Lingxu Heavenly Palace.

…

At this moment, Han Xuanji had already left the place of trouble.

He traveled through the vast sea of clouds, Spiritual Qi flowing around him, moving extremely fast, only wanting to return to the tranquil haven of Myriad Phenomena Garden as soon as possible.

The sea of clouds churned beneath his feet, occasionally a crane’s cry passing by.

Just as his mind relaxed slightly, in the swirling clouds ahead, he suddenly saw an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a coarse gray robe, hunched over, slowly riding an inconspicuous gray cloud, seemingly struggling to travel.

The gray cloud was moving very slowly, directly blocking Han Xuanji’s path.

Han Xuanji’s expression remained unchanged, about to slightly go around, when he suddenly heard the old man exclaim “Ouch!”, and the gray cloud beneath him suddenly dissipated.

The old man plummeted downwards like a kite with a broken string!

“Hmm?”

Han Xuanji frowned.