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

Chapter 803: disciple Acceptance Ceremony, The Focus of All Attention

Han Xuanji stood up and stretched his limbs.

He pushed open the door, walked along the long corridor, and arrived at the front hall of the palace. Hun Qianling and Li Tiantong had already chosen their respective accommodations and were sitting in the hall; seeing him come out, they both looked over.

“You have come at just the right time.”

Han Xuanji sat down in the hall: “I have just arrived in Jiuxuan City and am not yet well-versed in the rules of this place. If you two are free, you could help me walk around, gather some information, and see what powers are distributed here and if there is anything worth noting.”

Hun Qianling nodded: “I was just thinking of looking around; this place is countless times larger than Qianhun City.”.

Li Tiantong also nodded, naturally following Han Xuanji’s lead: “Leave it to us.”

Han Xuanji smiled: “Alright, then I will trouble you both. There is no need to rush; improving your cultivation Realm is the priority.”

The two acknowledged him, then got up and went out.

In truth, Han Xuanji did not actually need them to gather information. The reason he had them go out to collect intelligence was to relieve some pressure on them and also to give them something to do.

After all, being newcomers who had received such great benefits for no reason, it would not be right not to give them something to do.

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A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

From early morning, streams of light constantly streaked across the sky above Jiuxuan Palace, and figures with auras ranging from strong to weak, sharp to heavy, converged from all directions.

Occasionally, the silhouettes of enormous flying ships flashed between the clouds; some were pitch-black warships, some were pristine white immortal towers, and there were even Cultivators riding exotic beasts, treading through the air with extraordinary aura.

The news of the Nine Profound Saint Lord accepting a disciple was like a giant boulder thrown into a lake, and the ripples it stirred up extended far beyond the borders of Jiuxuan Prefecture.

The gaze of every major power within the Sacred Radiance Domain focused almost simultaneously on this palace floating in the clouds; even experts from several neighboring regions had traveled specifically to observe the ceremony.

With the Nine Profound Saint Lord accepting a disciple, experts from all corners of the world were paying attention.

They were well aware of the Nine Profound Saint Lord’s prowess. The man did not just have a shocking background; his talent was unparalleled. He occupied the number one spot on the Holy Court prodigy Rankings for a full eight thousand years, only stepping down after he achieved a breakthrough to the Saint Realm.

He had never encountered an opponent in the same Realm, and he had suppressed almost all the Prodigies of the Nine Supreme Powers of his generation. His most explosive achievement was contending against an Eternal Saint while he was still an Eternal True God without being defeated; he was truly a monstrous talent among Prodigies.

“The Nine Profound Saint Lord is accepting a disciple again? I recall his last disciple was taken in quite a long time ago, right?”

“When Leng Qianshuang became his disciple back then, he only invited a few acquaintances. This time, he actually sent out invitations far and wide?”

“It seems this new disciple carries much more weight in his heart than Leng Qianshuang did back then.”

“I am curious, what kind of person could make this Nine Profound Saint Lord, whose standards are sky-high, go to such great lengths?”

“You don’t know? I heard it is the young man who won the championship at that Law Conference in Qianhun City, named Han Xuanji.”

“Qianhun City? What kind of person could come out of such a backwater place?”

“Don’t speak too soon. He defeated that sword-path Genius from the Ling Family, and he also defeated a Saint King Bloodline. That is a Saint King Bloodline! Such a bloodline would be a top-tier seedling in any faction, yet it still lost to him.”

The sounds of discussion rose and fell across the plaza outside Jiuxuan Palace.

Countless representatives from major powers, powerful Rogue Cultivators, and disciples of noble families crowded the observation seats on both sides of the plaza, their gazes fixed on the high platform in the center.

The high platform was built of white jade with nineteen steps, each one engraved with profound array patterns, with spiritual light faintly circulating under the sunlight.

On the high platform, many seats were arranged, the most eye-catching being a dark gold throne, with nine cloud patterns carved on the back, each line containing unfathomable Dao Rhyme.

That was the seat of the Nine Profound Saint Lord. At this moment, several figures were already standing on both sides of this seat. Leng Qianshuang stood in the first position on the right, her expression indifferent, her silver-white robes swaying gently in the breeze. Although her appearance was peerless, no one dared to look at her more than once, as everyone knew her temper was not good.

The crowd in the plaza grew larger and larger.

Some whispered, some waited quietly, and many stood on tiptoes, peering toward the main entrance of Jiuxuan Palace.

In the crowd, Ling Cang and Ling Xuan stood together; their position was not at the front, but they could still clearly see the situation on the high platform. Ling Xuan scanned the crowd and whispered to Ling Cang: “Brother, don’t you think this display is a bit exaggerated?”

Even to this day, he was still somewhat shocked that Han Xuanji had become the Holy Lord’s disciple.

Ling Cang did not answer immediately; he was silent for a moment before speaking, his tone calm and without much fluctuation: “He was able to withstand even Xiao Yan’s Saint King Bloodline; this kind of scene means nothing to him.”

Ling Xuan smacked his lips, wanting to say something, but ultimately did not speak.

He had originally thought that after the Law Conference, although Han Xuanji’s name would spread, it would only go so far. After all, the Eternal Continent was vast and boundless, and the champion of a single Law Conference could only stir up limited waves within one region.

But now, the Nine Profound Saint Lord was personally accepting a disciple, pushing him into the spotlight of the entire Jiuxuan Prefecture and even the entire Sacred Radiance Domain.

This treatment, even for Ling Xuan, who had seen some of the world, left him unable to help but feel a bit dazed, imagining if it were him, would he have already fainted from excitement.

Ling Cang seemed to see what he was thinking and added indifferently: “The fact that he could defeat Xiao Yan already proves his worth.”

“A return-to-ancestor of the Saint King Bloodline—looking at the younger generation across the entire Sacred Radiance Domain, those who can compare to him are countable on one’s fingers. Han Xuanji won, which means he has at least stood at that position.”

Ling Cang had actually only learned recently that the true name of “Yan Xiao” was Xiao Yan, the Divine Son of Da Sheng and a return-to-ancestor of the Saint King Bloodline, and that he had now become a Direct Disciple of a great power in the Holy Court. Yet, even such a figure had lost to Han Xuanji.

Therefore, he felt no jealousy at all regarding Han Xuanji becoming the Holy Lord’s disciple; instead, he felt that if even Han Xuanji was not qualified, then no one else would be.

Ling Xuan nodded thoughtfully; he naturally did not think Han Xuanji was unworthy, he was just surprised by the grandeur of it all.

After all, the Nine Profound Saint Lord had never liked such grand displays. He did not ask any more questions, just let his gaze fall back onto the high platform.

On the other side of the plaza, a blue-haired youth stood under a pillar in the corner, looking toward the high platform with his hands behind his back.

The tall man stood beside him, and neither of them spoke. There was a hint of complexity in the blue-haired youth’s gaze; it was not quite jealousy, but rather a desire to see for himself exactly what was so extraordinary about the person who could make the Old Ancestor take such an interest.