Li Xiaohu took a sip of the immortal wine, glanced around, and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Foster Father, of the more than one hundred thousand viewing stands in this Immortal Martial Arena, apart from the central one, our position is the best! You’re truly remarkable, Foster Father!"
Lin Xuankong shook his head and laughed. "Stop flattering ! You should use this ti to eat more immortal fruit and recoup the cost of the tickets. Although the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect didn’t check tickets, we bought them in advance. It would be too much of a loss not to eat our money’s worth!"
Li Xiaohu heard this and couldn’t help but feel rather speechless. He frowned at Lin Xuankong. "Foster Father, oh Foster Father, you even refused Galin Bodhisattva’s Buddhist Spiritual Treasure Glazed Purification Bottle, but now you’re agonizing over a single Grade-Entering Profound Truth Jade. The value of that Buddhist Spiritual Treasure Glazed Purification Bottle... tsk tsk! You probably couldn’t buy it even with a million Grade-Entering Profound Truth Jades!"
Lin Xuankong rely smiled without speaking.
Since Galin Bodhisattva said she would send the Glazed Purification Bottle to his ho, he would naturally receive it once he finished participating in the competition. This matter was extrely important, with significant implications, so he couldn’t explicitly discuss it, not even with Little Hu.
"Alright, hurry up and eat more!" Lin Xuankong said casually.
As everyone chatted and drank, more and more cultivators entered. After a short while, the over one hundred thousand seats in the entire Martial Arts Arena were already fully occupied!
Imdiately thereafter, Sect Leader Li of the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect arrived. Accompanying him were Qu Qiao’Er, a Third-Grade Earth Immortal from the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect; Huang Liutao, a late-stage Second-Grade Earth Immortal; and hundreds of disciples from the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect. Of course, there were also other Earth Immortals from Western Immortal Sects of the Central Divine Dynasty who ca to offer congratulations, but most of them were First Grade or early to mid-stage Second Grade Earth Immortals. After all, on the surface, this disciple recruitnt competition was an internal affair of the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect; other Immortal Sects couldn’t very well send a host of powerful cultivators.
This disciple recruitnt competition was divided into several rounds.
In each round, cultivators would duel each other, and approximately half of them would be eliminated. After a few rounds, when only forty-odd cultivators remained, the real finals would begin!
Li Xiaohu and the others, sitting beside Lin Xuankong, looked nervously and excitedly at the tokens in their hands, listening to a Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect disciple announcing the pairings. Each cultivator who passed the preliminary round received a corresponding token, which would determine their opponent.
Shortly thereafter, Li Xiaohu stood up excitedly. "They called my number! My opponent is a cultivator nad Lin Xi from the Pangdong Dynasty. He’s not an Immortal Sect disciple, so he shouldn’t be too difficult to deal with!"
Lin Xuankong nodded. "Just don’t be careless! Anyone capable of becoming the top talent of a dynasty and being chosen to participate in the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect’s competition won’t be weak. He might have a few tricks up his sleeve!"
Li Xiaohu, holding his wine cup, chuckled. "Foster Father, don’t worry. I only ate a good dozen pounds of immortal fruit just now and still haven’t recouped the cost of a Grade-Entering Profound Truth Jade for the ticket. I definitely have to win against this guy so I can co back and eat more immortal fruit!"
Lin Xuankong smiled. "Then I’ll await your triumphant return."
Hu Shuo, Yang Mountain, Li Er, Han Lu, and the Liy Family Brothers all stood up, toasted with Li Xiaohu, and wished him a swift victory.
After finishing the immortal wine in his cup, Li Xiaohu activated his True Qi and floated down towards the arena designated by the Spiritual Crane Immortal Sect disciple.
At the sa ti, from the west side of the Martial Arts Arena, a slender cultivator in white robes, carrying his long spear inverted, also floated up and descended towards the arena where Li Xiaohu was.
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