Stronger with Crimson Modifier

Outside the room.

Once the attendant had shown them in, he departed.

Wang Zhiyuan strode in with purpose.

"This is my son, Wang Zhiyuan."

"Zhiyuan, come and greet the Immortal Master!"

Wang Zhiwen quickly rose, pulling Wang Zhiyuan over. His face wreathed in smiles, he looked toward Songling Zi, who was seated to the side.

Wang Zhiyuan’s expression shifted as his gaze fell upon Songling Zi. He then bowed slightly and spoke with reverence.

"Wang Zhiyuan pays his respects to the Immortal Master!"

Songling Zi raised his eyes and looked Wang Zhiyuan up and down. A trace of approval and amazement flashed in his eyes before he stroked his beard and smiled.

"Excellent, excellent! A constitution of jade, with every meridian attuned to the spiritual. You truly have the perfect foundation for Cultivation!"

Though Songling Zi spoke these words, his heart was in turmoil.

The number of the fated far exceeded that of the last tribulation. What shocked him even more was that this time, it was foretold that one of them would achieve Ascension to Immortality.

Ascension to Immortality?

What an incredibly rare opportunity and fortune!

Ordinary Cultivators could train bitterly for thousands of years and still not glimpse the gate to eternal life, yet the one before him had been personally designated an ’Immortal Seed’ by the Upper Realm.

Faced with such an existence, even Songling Zi couldn’t help but feel a trace of jealousy.

’Hmm? How could I feel this way toward a junior who hasn’t even begun to practice Cultivation? Divinity Transformation and Heart Refinement... it seems my own mental cultivation is still lacking.’

The feeling lasted only a moment before Songling Zi recognized his lapse.

He circulated his Cultivation Technique, and his thoughts immediately became clear, all distracting notions banished.

"Patriarch Wang, I have some matters to discuss with your son in private. If you don’t mind..."

His gaze turned to Wang Zhiwen at the side, his sentence left unfinished.

However, Wang Zhiwen, who was capable of building the Wang Family to its current splendor, was naturally an exceptionally shrewd and worldly man.

Wang Zhiwen immediately understood the unspoken meaning in Songling Zi’s words.

He smiled and said to Wang Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, you stay and speak with the Immortal Master.

"You two speak. I have some business to attend to."

With that, he turned and hurriedly left.

In an instant, only Songling Zi and Wang Zhiyuan remained in the room.

However, Songling Zi did not speak immediately. He just sat quietly in his seat, picked up his teacup, and took a light sip, his expression serene.

Seeing this, Wang Zhiyuan’s expression remained unchanged. He continued to stand respectfully with his hands at his sides, his demeanor calm, without a hint of impatience.

「An incense stick’s time later.」

Songling Zi drank the last of his tea.

A look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

’This boy not only has an extraordinary constitution, but his temperament is also superb,’ he mused. ’He is truly worthy of being the "Immortal Seed" among the fated.’

With him on their side, it wouldn’t be a great loss even if the other five were all recruited by the Buddhist and Confucian sects.

The Three Great Immortal Sects had found the fated more than ten years ago.

During that time, the Three Great Immortal Sects—the Taiqing Palace, the Celestial Righteous Institute, and the Jue’an Temple—had fought both openly and in secret for these six individuals who carried the Celestial Mandate, even coming to blows on several occasions.

After years of maneuvering and negotiation, they finally reached an agreement.

Wang Zhiyuan was assigned to the Taiqing Palace, while the other five were divided between the Celestial Righteous Institute and the Jue’an Temple.

Wanting to take all the fated into one sect was clearly unrealistic.

The other two powers, the Buddhist and Confucian sects, would never have agreed to such a thing.

Although the Taiqing Palace was strong, it could not be the sole dominant power.

None of the Three Great Immortal Sects had overwhelming strength; they could only keep each other in check.

The current outcome was undoubtedly the best possible one.

Although Songling Zi was eager to accept Wang Zhiyuan as his disciple, the rules could not be broken, and the basic procedures still had to be followed.

This was also why he had waited until now to appear and take him as a disciple.

With this in mind, Songling Zi coughed lightly.

"I am Songling Zi, an Elder of the Taiqing Palace. Fate has brought you to my sect. Are you willing to take me as your master?"

Wang Zhiyuan’s heart pounded with excitement. He was the designated "immortal" of the six fated individuals.

He had yearned to pursue Cultivation and seek the Dao since he was a child.

Hearing Songling Zi’s words, he did not hesitate, immediately dropping to his knees and kowtowing three times with great solemnity.

He announced in a clear voice.

"Master, please accept this disciple’s respects!"

Seeing this, Songling Zi nodded in satisfaction and made a gesture to lift him.

The next moment, Wang Zhiyuan felt a gentle yet irresistible Invisible Power lift him from the ground and set him steadily on his feet.

"Good. My disciple, now that you are under my tutelage, I shall bestow these gifts upon you."

As Songling Zi spoke, he flipped his hand, and with a flash of light, three objects appeared out of thin air.

A Jade Scroll, a cloth bag, and a black Longsword.

The Jade Scroll was crystal clear, with a faint spiritual light flowing within it.

The cloth bag resembled a Sachet and was about the size of a palm.

The Longsword was pitch-black, its scabbard and hilt engraved with complex Runes.

"This Jade Scroll records the Cultivation Technique of my Taiqing Palace. You must study it diligently.

And in this Storage Bag are some Elixirs and Spirit Stones.

As for this Demon-slaying Sword, it is one of the Supreme Treasures of our Taiqing Palace.

"I bestow it upon you today. I hope you will cultivate diligently, uphold justice in the world, and bring glory to the name of the Taiqing Palace!"

Songling Zi’s tone was solemn, his eyes full of expectation.

Wang Zhiyuan accepted the Jade Scroll and the Longsword with both hands. He bowed deeply and said with great gravity.

"This disciple will not fail your trust, Master. I will devote myself to Cultivation, slay demons, and bring glory to our sect!"

"Very good!"

Songling Zi nodded.

"I will stay here for a while. If there is anything you don’t understand, you can ask me at any time."

"Yes, Master!"

Wang Zhiyuan nodded.

Then, as if he had thought of something, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

He looked up at Songling Zi.

"Master, this Cultivation Technique... can it be taught to my family?"

Songling Zi shook his head, his tone calm.

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