Yao Xian, clad in white, her beautiful hair flowing, robes fluttering, face veiled, eyes gleaming with starlight, her slender figure possessing unparalleled grace, her temperament ethereal, as if she did not belong to this world, a celestial being descended, exuding an otherworldly aura, transcendent and detached.
The moment she appeared, she captivated countless cultivators. Even her opponent was drawn to her aura upon seeing her.
Even without seeing her face, her figure and bearing alone were enough to drive any man wild—no, not just men. Many female cultivators in the audience were also captivated by Yao Xian's presence. Some with more progressive thoughts even blushed, lost in beautiful fantasies.
Gu Changsheng gazed at Yao Xian, his eyes filled with undisguised tenderness and love.
Far from minding Yao Xian's radiance, Gu Changsheng felt proud. 'That's my wife,' he thought, 'a true charmer, no, a mega-charmer, irresistible to countless people!'
On the other side, the higher-ups of the Moonflower Holy Land also noticed Yao Xian. Those considered high-level within the Moonflower Holy Land were all True Immortals.
Divine thoughts surged in the void.
'Whose disciple is this? To have the cultivation of a Saint King at its peak before the age of a hundred, why have we never heard of her?' a True Immortal powerhouse sent out a divine thought, communicating with the others.
They had not descended to watch the previous top eight matches. Now, in the semi-finals, as the top three were about to be decided, they wanted to see who would emerge victorious.
'It's said that Old Su brought her back,' someone replied.
'Old Su, Old Su, are you there?' Someone immediately called out to Old Su with divine thought.
'Here, here, here. You bunch of little brats, before you became immortals, it was always 'Old Su' this and 'Old Su' that. Now that you've become immortals and your wings have hardened, 'Old Su' has become 'Old Su Head'.'
A divine thought filled with a sense of vicissitude appeared, and from this divine thought alone, one could sense its owner's age and experience.
'Ahem, titles are just superficial. In our hearts, we still respect you very much.'
'That's right, you are the oldest elder of our Moonflower Holy Land. Even the Sect Master isn't as old as you.'
'Damn it, you bunch of little brats, if you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all!' Old Su's divine thought contained a hint of anger and resentment.
'Old Su, don't be angry. Please tell us quickly, whose disciple is this?'
They immediately steered the conversation back to Yao Xian.
'Hehe, I brought her back, what do you think?' Old Su replied with a chuckle.
'...' Everyone!
'What, you don't believe me?' Old Su asked.
'Yes!'
A group of True Immortals seemed to speak in unison, simultaneously replying to Old Su with a 'Yes!' This infuriated Old Su.
'Believe it or not,' Old Su said angrily, then went silent, ignoring everyone's calls.
'Could she really be Old Su's disciple?' Someone actually started to believe Old Su's words.
'Impossible. We've worked together for countless years. If Old Su really had the ability to teach such a disciple, his eldest disciple would have soared long ago. Why would he still be stuck at the Supreme realm?' Someone immediately denied it.
'That's right. The kid who used the Underworld Handprint just now was his closed-door disciple. Even his closed-door disciple couldn't beat my Yan Dong. It's clear that his teaching skills really aren't that great.'
This person's tone was smug. Yan Dong, who had won and advanced to the semi-finals, was his disciple. If his disciple could enter the top three, it would bring him even more glory. It would be even better if he could be favored by the Sect Master and taken as a personal disciple.
After all, the cultivation world didn't stipulate that a person could only have one master.
Inside a private room, an old man with white hair was angrily drinking alone. He naturally received their divine thoughts.
He was Old Su, an old True Immortal even older than the Moonflower Immortal King!
Yao Xian was naturally not his disciple. He had wanted to take Yao Xian as his disciple because he knew that he could only remain a True Immortal for the rest of his life. Therefore, he placed his hopes on his disciples.
He had taken a total of seven disciples in his life. The eldest had been stuck in the Supreme Realm for a million years, while the youngest was less than three thousand years old, with the cultivation of a Saint King at its peak. Anywhere he went, he would be considered a top genius.
However, the gap between a top genius and an unparalleled genius was like the difference between clouds and mud, incomparable.
And Yao Xian was an unparalleled genius. Her bone age was less than a hundred years, and her cultivation had already reached the astonishing peak of the Saint King realm. Although he learned after that Yao Xian was born a saint, it took her only a century to cultivate from Saint to the peak of Saint King. Such cultivation speed was incredibly shocking.
So when he met Yao Xian, he thought about taking Yao Xian as his disciple, but in the end, he didn't make that choice.
Because he knew he didn't have the qualifications to become Yao Xian's disciple. He had nothing to teach Yao Xian. If he took her as a disciple, wouldn't that be misleading her?
So in the end, he placed his hopes on his youngest, and also his last, closed-door disciple, whom he had decided not to take anymore.
But...
"Damn brat, you actually lost to that Yan Dong kid, making your teacher lose face. Wait till you get back, and I'll skin you alive!" Old Su puffed out his beard and glared, cursing.
The black-robed man sitting in the audience suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He glanced at Gu Changsheng, and noticed that Gu Changsheng was staring intently at Big Sister.
"Could it be my imagination?" he muttered to himself. 'Damn it, could it be the old man?'
He thought of his master again, who had a strange temper and liked to beat him for unfounded reasons. However, since Big Sister came, the situation had improved slightly. He hadn't been beaten for several years, almost making him forget what it felt like to be beaten.
Actually, now that he thought about it, it wasn't that the old man wasn't beating him, but that someone else was beating him.
And he had been beaten three hundred and eighty-one times!
At this moment, on the sky battlefield, after the two sides saluted, the semi-final competition began.
Yao Xian's opponent was a young man, also at the peak of the Saint King realm. His aura was even stronger than that Yan Dong from before. He held a long spear. Although he was initially attracted by Yao Xian's aura, he was not confused by it. He thrust his spear very quickly and resolutely, just like his straightforward personality!
"Spear Moves the Universe!"
The man shouted loudly, thrusting his spear forward. The spear's momentum transformed into a silver giant dragon, tearing through the void with an unstoppable force, stirring up this world.
The universe trembled, as if in divine wrath. This space was affected. The spectators saw a huge spear shadow behind the man. He transformed this universe into a spear in his hand, using it to suppress Yao Xian.
"This kid, he's using his trump card right from the start. He wants to take the initiative with a surprise move!"
The True Immortal powerhouses were still discussing. The speaker was the spear-wielding man's master. He seemed dissatisfied with his disciple's behavior, but the pride in his tone was obvious to everyone.
The others didn't speak, but quietly watched the battlefield. They were all looking forward to seeing how Yao Xian would counter such a surprising move.
Being young is a good thing, but youth often means a lack of experience. He probably hasn't encountered an opponent who goes all out like this right from the start!
Old Su sneered inwardly. Did he think he could defeat Yao Xian like this?
Yao Xian's white robes fluttered, rustling in the air. Her hair was swept by the spear's momentum, making her look even more ethereal and transcendent.
Just as the spear dragon was about to descend on her, she moved.
Her figure flickered, her steps like illusions, and in an instant, she appeared behind the man.
Shrinking the Earth to an Inch!
This divine ability suddenly appeared in her mind more than ten years ago, as if it was custom-made for her. She cultivated it to perfection as soon as she learned it.
"What?"
The man was shocked. Just as he was about to sweep his spear behind him, a fair palm struck his back.
"Boom!"
The man's figure flew out of the sky battlefield like a shooting star, while the spear dragon was still circling in the sky!
"This..."
The referee was a little overwhelmed. This reversal happened too suddenly, and he didn't react in time.
"The winner of the last match of the semi-finals of the Genius Disciple Selection Competition is Yao Xian!"
