"His talent is not bad..."
"But that's all there is to it."
After so many cycles of reincarnation, this person still seems to have only reached the Golden Core stage.
Each ti, he perishes in the calamity of the Crimson Flas Burning the Sea.
It seems his fate is destined to be limited—he is not truly one of the peerless prodigies.
Watching Wei Qizheng clasp his hands in gratitude, Ji Shaoli nodded slightly in return. However, these were the thoughts running through his mind.
Yet...
Ji Shaoli never expected that even his sharp eyes, honed over a hundred lifetis of reincarnation, could misjudge soone!
Seven Days After the Grand Examination.
As the mont for the results to be announced drew closer, the atmosphere on Haixuan Island grew increasingly tense.
What was once a confident, relaxed mood had now turned into restlessness.
Laughter and chatter had vanished.
Everyone's expressions beca solemn.
So, unable to bear the anxiety, began pacing back and forth, trying to relieve their stress.
At that mont, Wei Qizheng's face suddenly showed surprise as he retrieved his communication talisman to check its contents.
No one knew what ssage he had received.
The next instant, he abruptly stood up, his face full of disbelief.
Even his body trembled slightly with excitent.
This sudden change instantly caught the attention of the cultivators present.
A single thought surfaced in their minds at the sa ti—
"No way... could it be?"
As everyone stared at him with a mixture of shock and doubt, Wei Qizheng took a deep breath and spoke:
"The City Lord has ordered to report imdiately to the Administrative Hall."
"It concerns...
"...the selection process for the Thirty-Three Chosen Immortals."
A dead silence fell over the hall.
Everyone's expressions froze, unable to process what they had just heard.
Even Ji Shaoli's face stiffened in an instant. The rightful source is novel~fire~net
All eyes turned to Wei Qizheng, filled with an unfathomable complexity.
In that mont, Wei Qizheng felt a surge of passion and exhilaration.
Although this was only the preliminary selection for the Thirty-Three Chosen Immortals, and the final list had yet to be confird—
To be chosen from countless cultivators in the first place…
That alone was proof of his worth!
At this mont, Wei Qizheng wanted nothing more than to let out a triumphant shout to express the joy in his heart.
But then, as if realizing sothing, his expression changed.
His pride vanished.
Instead, confusion—and fear—set in.
"Daoist Ji..."
He looked at Ji Shaoli with a pleading gaze and asked hesitantly, "That ‘Sky-Shrouding Hand’ secret technique of yours... does it really work?"
That's right—Wei Qizheng had suddenly rembered.
Although he had received the preliminary selection notice…
He had known the exam questions in advance.
He had cheated!
If this were just an ordinary provincial appointnt, it wouldn’t be a big deal.
But now, he was facing the selection for the Thirty-Three Chosen Immortals—an event that was under the full scrutiny of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance!
As those selected were ant to be the hope against the Five Elders Association, strict examinations were inevitable.
Wei Qizheng could already picture the scene in his mind—
Seven or eight Dao Integration Immortal Sages surrounding him, ticulously scanning every corner of his Sea of Consciousness, not letting a single trace escape their scrutiny…
Even with his normally steady heart, Wei Qizheng felt a chill running down his spine.
If he were exposed, being killed on the spot would be the least of his worries.
He might even be publicly denounced and go down in infamy for eternity!
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he beca.
"Daoist Ji?" His voice trembled as he asked again.
It was then that Ji Shaoli finally snapped out of his montary shock.
Looking at Wei Qizheng’s ever-changing expression, Ji Shaoli imdiately understood what was going through his mind.
He reassured him at once:
"You don’t need to worry. The secret technique of our Mutual Aid Society is absolutely flawless."
"However..."
"If you’re still uneasy, I can help you once more. Co with !"
Like grasping onto a lifeline, Wei Qizheng didn’t hesitate at all and followed Ji Shaoli into the secret chamber.
"Sit here in ditation. Empty your mind and dispel all distractions," Ji Shaoli instructed.
Wei Qizheng nodded and did as he was told.
Very quickly, his restless heart cald down.
Ji Shaoli nodded to himself and patiently waited.
As for what he was waiting for…
Naturally, it was the storage ring being delivered at top speed from Lin Ling, spanning 800 miles.
Leveraging the ceaseless power of the earth’s veins, it took only the ti of a tea’s brew for Lin Ling to personally arrive at Haixuan Island with Li Fan.
Their arrival did not alert the other cultivators on the island.
The mont they entered the secret chamber, Lin Ling knocked Wei Qizheng unconscious.
Li Fan and his clone carefully examined Wei Qizheng’s body.
Monts later, Li Fan shook his head slightly. "Strange. He doesn’t seem to possess any special physique."
"His cultivation talent is remarkable, but it is still limited within the scope of a single province. Compared to the true prodigies of the Xuanhuang Realm, he falls far short."
"Why was he chosen by the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance?"
A trace of doubt arose in Li Fan’s heart.
However, regardless of his confusion, it did not affect his actions in the slightest.
He pressed a fluctuating, semi-illusory azure True Temptation Fruit against Wei Qizheng’s forehead.
In just a mont, as the fruit completely dissolved into nothingness, this powerful fruit—capable of controlling a Dao Integration cultivator—was completely wasted on Wei Qizheng, who was rely at the Foundation Establishnt stage!
Li Fan felt no regret.
Even if there was only a slim possibility, he was making a bet!
If Wei Qizheng could truly pass the selection, then gaining insight into the truth behind the Thirty-Three Immortal Selectees Plan would be worth far more than the cost!
But if he failed…
A dangerous glint flickered in Li Fan’s eyes.
Then, Wei Qizheng would spend his entire life repaying this debt.
"This True Temptation Fruit alone won’t be enough," Li Fan muttered to himself, his gaze flickering.
Within his Sea of Consciousness, the Final Disassociation Disc emitted a soft, radiant white glow.
A mont later, it appeared in Li Fan’s hands.
Taking a deep breath, he swiftly set up a formation around himself.
Then, with a sharp motion, he slashed downward with his finger like a sword.
The Final Disassociation Disc trembled slightly as a thin layer was sliced off.
As though it had suffered severe damage, the disc imdiately dimd, appearing weak and lifeless.
Li Fan winced, feeling a pang of regret.
He quickly returned it to his Sea of Consciousness for nourishnt.
"After all, this isn’t the true Endstone Disc—it’s just a fragnted disc fused with the Disassociation Disc."
"Even though it inherited so of the ability to be divided, cutting even a single piece is like tearing away its very essence."
"You’d better not disappoint ," Li Fan muttered.
Carefully, he implanted the fragile, paper-thin fragnt of the Final Disassociation Disc into Wei Qizheng’s Sea of Consciousness.
After finishing, Li Fan quietly left the secret chamber under Lin Ling’s lead.
Only his clone, Ji Shaoli, remained standing silently, waiting.
Not long after, Wei Qizheng slowly regained consciousness.
At first, he appeared dazed.
Then, upon seeing Ji Shaoli—who looked slightly pale—mories surged through his mind.
"Brother Ji, you’ve worked hard."
"I, Wei Qizheng, will never forget this great kindness!"
Wei Qizheng expressed his deep gratitude.
Ji Shaoli waved his hand. "We’re all part of the Mutual Aid Association—naturally, we must help each other."
"It has been quite so ti since the City Lord’s summons. You should go now."
"Rest assured, with the secret technique of our Mutual Aid Association, even a Longevity Immortal Heavenly Sovereign won’t be able to detect the secret in your Sea of Consciousness!"
His words carried great confidence, and Wei Qizheng believed them without a doubt.
He nodded firmly.
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