What?! Young Lady Ling, it appears that she was a person with the status of an Elder? He was actually so wishful in his thinking to actually place her on the same level as himself, he felt like a joke.
However, when Elder Huang was attacking him, she blocked it. Was it to save face for QianKun sect or… to prevent him from getting injured?
Feng Jue’s heart was revived, no matter what, at least he was able to see her one more time before he left, it was enough.
The Sect master had already accepted Qi Yuan as his closed-door disciple, so he won’t be able to accept any more disciples, while Elder Tian, Di, Xuan, and Huang all have their eyes set on Mu Lin.
In the past selections, the others had always been eager at choosing outstanding disciples, while Ling Qingxuan never spoke, as if she never planned on accepting any disciples.
When this round of disciple selection began, Elder Ling pointed towards Mu Lin, “What is your name?”
Elder Huang did not read the list of names aloud so they still did not know Mu Lin’s name.
However, seeing Elder Tian’s gesture, it meant that he wanted to choose him.
“This one is called Mu Lin” Mu Lin bowed.
Upright moral conduct, outstanding aptitude, Elder Tian stroked his long beard, “Have you thought of coming under Ben Zuo’s wings?”
He had just spoken, when Elder Huang also spoke up, “Every time we choose disciples, it always starts with Elder Tian, how about we change the order this time? Mu Lin, have you thought of coming under Ben Zuo’s wing?”
The elders were openly fighting over him, even though it had gotten physical, there were definitely sparks flying through the air.
[Host, the villain looks so pitiful, why don’t you offer him a chair to sit in?]
Why hasn’t Ben Zuo seen you pity your own host before?
Ling Qingxuan stared fixedly at the clouds floating up in the sky in a daze with a stern expression.
This Disciple selection ceremony was so troublesome.
I should just leave.
[Host, You’re just gonna leave the villain behind? The villain will become a demonic cultivator!]
Even if he were to become a demonic cultivator, I can still obtain his favorability the same, right?
ZZ choked up, it couldn’t refute it, it felt uncomfortable!
Qi Yuan had already properly understood Mu Lin’s situation, so it turned out that she really had made a mistake. It was a relief that the insignificant kid was tactful, he didn’t mention her, or else the person who would be humiliated would be her.
Mu Lin's aptitude was really outstanding, if he was accepted under her uncle’s wings, they could easily stabilize a relationship. Qi Yuan quietly begged Qi Qinzi to accept Mu Lin, but the rules were the rules, he could not break them, Qi Qinzi did not agree.
Qi Yuan could only hope that Elder Tian, who spoils her a lot could get Mu Lin under his wings now.
At first, it was two elders who were arguing, then it became four elders taking turns speaking, introducing their advantages over the others. As expected of the male lead, he was actually being fought over by the elders.
Ling Qingxuan cut them off, “How about we let him choose for himself?”
The argument suddenly stopped, if you add up their different ages together they were almost a thousand years collectively, can't they learn from her and be quiet?
The four people looked at Ling Qingxuan, then at Mu Lin, and decided to let him choose for himself.
Mu Lin first thanked every elder for their generous affection, then he smiled as he looked towards Ling Qingxuan.
ZZ, why is he smiling at Ben Zuo, are there dry fruit pieces stuck on Ben Zuo’s face from earlier?
ZZ: ...
“Mu Lin would like to study under Elder Ling. Would Elder Ling be willing to accept Mu Lin as her disciple?”
It’s here, the plot is here.
The surroundings became very quiet, even the sound of a flowing strand of hair could be heard clearly. The four elders were shaking, they were fighting over the person for so long, but he actually chose the Ling Qingxuan who didn’t even bother!
Feng Jue bit his lip, he couldn’t help looking over after all.
Under the gaze of a couple hundred pairs of eyes, Ling Qingxuan calmly shook her head, “The disciple Ben Zuo chose is not you.”
Mu Lin was rejected, what he felt inside was unclear, but he still politely asked, “Which is…”
Under the gaze of the crowd, a slender beautiful finger pointed in the direction where one person was standing alone.
“Feng Jue, Ben Zuo’s closed-door disciple.”
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