Bang!
Meng Yun struck with heavy force, repelling the group that had surrounded him once more. One of them coughed up blood violently, severely injured.
Finally, a cough echoed from within the mountain gate, and more figures emerged—among them were cultivators of terrifying power, exuding astonishing auras.
“Meng Yun, why must you go this far?” someone spoke.
This time, many had arrived, divided into several factions. Among them was a young man with emerald-green hair, sitting cross-legged in absolute stillness.
Surrounded by numerous elites of the academy, he appeared even more transcendent, as if sanctified.
“Lü Tuo, he’s here!” someone exclaimed, causing an uproar outside the mountain gate. Many gazed at him with fervent eyes.
Lü Tuo—a peerless powerhouse—sat motionless on a floating dais, encircled by the academy’s finest.
A living legend, he had never tasted defeat. Though his appearance was strikingly handsome, his voice carried the force of thunder, capable of shaking even immortal cultivators to death.
And that was without mentioning his true divine abilities. This man was invincible!
He wielded an ancient celestial technique, unmatched among his peers, unrivaled across the heavens. Now, his true form had appeared.
Meng Yun paled and immediately retreated!
Even someone as formidable as Meng Yun, who had cultivated two strands of immortal qi, dared not face Lü Tuo. He turned and fled without hesitation.
At that moment, the mountain gate swung wide open, revealing not just Lü Tuo but other renowned figures as well.
“The core disciples have emerged—they’re selecting followers!” someone shouted, plunging the area into chaos.
A crowd surged forward, rushing toward Lü Tuo and others, each hoping to stand out with dazzling performances.
Shi Hao watched silently. If even the competition for mere follower positions was this intense, how fierce must the selection for true disciples have been?
He sighed softly, sensing that his journey here would not be smooth. The Heavenly Deity Institution had already rejected several prodigies with immense potential. As a latecomer, would he too be denied?
Shi Hao frowned, deep in thought.
He believed his talent and strength were more than sufficient for entry—there was no reason for the Heavenly Deity Institution to reject him. Yet, the thought of Yuan Qing’s attempt to suppress him for ten years, exiling him to the Primordial Ancient Mine, left a bitter taste in his heart.
Someone was targeting him—someone with significant influence.
A cold glint flickered in Shi Hao’s eyes.
“Young Supreme of the Feng Clan!” someone suddenly cried out, reigniting the commotion.
Another group arrived, surrounding a young man at their center, exuding an aura of chaos.
Feng Xingtian!
The most exceptional prodigy the Feng Clan had seen in countless generations, said to rival their founding ancestor—unmatched even in his youth!
His name resounded across the heavens, marking him as one of the strongest geniuses!
Shi Hao concealed his aura, but a single glance told him this man was terrifyingly powerful, harboring unfathomable divine might—a truly extraordinary figure.
At the same time, Feng Xingtian seemed to sense something, his gaze flickering toward Shi Hao’s direction.
“Ah, look! Princess Yaoyue has arrived too!”
A group of male cultivators surged excitedly toward a woman, their gazes burning with fervor as if beholding a priceless treasure.
Who was Princess Yaoyue?
Shi Hao didn’t know but turned to look nonetheless.
A woman glided forward with graceful steps, bathed in moonlight despite the daylight. Clad in sheer silk, her flawless beauty was dreamlike, her starry eyes mesmerizing.
Shi Hao was startled. Even disregarding her appearance, her spiritual power alone was staggering—enough to dominate her peers. The sheer intensity of her mental energy was nearly tangible.
Of course, only those with divine vision could perceive it; ordinary eyes would see nothing.
Sure enough, the woman seemed to sense his scrutiny, her gaze sweeping in his direction.
Shi Hao withdrew his aura, silently observing. The Heavenly Deity Institution was indeed a den of dragons and tigers, gathering the most formidable talents from across the heavens.
“Princess Yaoyue hails from an ancient imperial dynasty—one of the eternal longevity clans!” someone whispered, revealing her identity.
Others sighed in awe. Her background was undeniably grand.
In this world, lineages and empires founded by immortal beings stood at the absolute pinnacle, with few rivals.
Clearly, Princess Yaoyue commanded immense popularity at the Heavenly Deity Institution, captivating not just the outer disciples but even the true disciples.
The atmosphere grew even more fervent as core disciples continued to appear, stirring wave after wave of excitement.
“You—come here.”
Lü Tuo pointed at a woman—elegant, dignified, and strikingly beautiful, her figure slender and graceful.
Gasps erupted. She was a princess from a renowned ancient kingdom, her fame widespread.
Some began teasing, stirring up noise.
The princess, initially surprised, composed herself and stepped forward, standing beside Lü Tuo as his follower.
“Will she become his concubine?” someone jeered.
“Boom!”
The uproar intensified, countless eyes fixed on the scene.
But Lü Tuo’s cold snort silenced them all, the area gradually calming.
That single sound struck like thunder, shaking many to their cores, their ears ringing and bodies swaying.
“Ah! Princess Yaoyue is also selecting followers—she needs two attendants and a divine beast to pull her chariot!”
The news sent a frenzy of cultivators rushing to impress her.
“Heavens! Isn’t that Bai Hong? The White Tiger Clan’s prodigy—a young supreme in his own right—yet he’s willing to pull a chariot?!”
“This is outrageous! How could he stoop so low?!”
Disbelief rippled through the crowd as they stared at the scene.
Bai Hong, a refined and noble young man in white robes, was a famed powerhouse who had nearly been accepted into the Heavenly Deity Institution before an unexpected mishap barred his entry.
Now, with a gentle smile, he leaped up, transforming into a majestic white tiger—voluntarily becoming Princess Yaoyue’s chariot beast.
The revelation was explosive, sparking endless debate.
“Madness! Absolute madness!”
“What is Bai Hong thinking? Throwing away his dignity to become a mere mount?!”
Princess Yaoyue became the center of attention, her allure undeniable if even a prodigy like Bai Hong would submit to her.
Only when Feng Xingtian—the Feng Clan’s once-in-an-era genius—stepped forward to select followers did the crowd’s focus shift slightly.
Beautiful women and proud young men flocked to him, hoping to be chosen.
Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over one area—as if a bustling street had gone mute—before erupting into chaos again.
“Lady Wang Xi has arrived! She’s also selecting followers!”
The announcement sent shockwaves through the crowd, all eyes turning toward her with desperate hope.
“The radiant jewel of the Wang Clan, an eternal longevity family! She’s cultivated three strands of immortal qi—peerless in strength and beauty!”
At those words, Shi Hao realized who she was. The Vajra Bracelet on his head had been placed there by her clansmen in the Primordial Ancient Mine—meant to bind him as her servant.
“Exquisite beyond words, a true celestial beauty!” many marveled, enchanted.
At their level of cultivation, mere appearances rarely swayed hearts—unless the allure was supernatural or the spirit irresistible.
This young woman, however, was peerless in every aspect—her beauty, grace, and aura all transcendent.
Just as Princess Yaoyue had drawn awe, Lady Wang Xi now became the brightest star.
She scrutinized the crowd carefully, her luminous eyes sweeping over them without immediate decision.
Then, her gaze landed on Shi Hao.
A flicker of recognition flashed in her eyes, and she strode straight toward him!
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