tutor!

Their terrible rankings shattered their mentality, and Feng Jiu's words were like a fuse!

Burning away their last shred of rationality, everyone vented their frustration at the absurd assessment and the ridiculous results.

Some even questioned and cried, wiping their eyes with their dirty sleeves. If someone cared about his condition,

he would only casually utter, "I'm fine, Fellow Daoist, a fly just got into my eye."

"It makes my eye hurt so much, and tears keep flowing uncontrollably."

Feng Jiu did not pay attention to the angry crowd, but allowed them to throw tantrums.

After a long while, the complaints and angry shouts gradually disappeared, replaced by silence, a deathly stillness.

As Feng Jiu said before, they were all trash, all frogs in a well, and the two tests had completely shattered their pride.

Extinguishing their arrogance and wildness.

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Feng Jiu no longer delayed, and a gentler voice entered everyone's ears.

"The three-stage assessment represents the key areas a Cultivator needs to focus on training!"

"The first stage, Gravity Cliff, trains the physical body."

"The second stage tests talent."

"The third stage examines whether one's mind is firm."

"However, this third stage is not assessed by me, Feng Jiu, but by the Heavenly Sword Envoy!"

"Or rather, your spots have already been withheld; your Family has given up on you and chosen a more outstanding Genius!"

At this moment, everyone suddenly understood, their hearts aching as if cut by knives, struggling to breathe.

Some angrily pounded the floor, unwilling to believe the fact of being abandoned by their Family, while others lay on the ground like dead dogs, silently trying to accept everything.

Their already desolate state of mind was made even worse; perhaps the quiet atmosphere was their greatest comfort.

"Genius is just a spot, just a pass..."

.......

"Chi Shao Bai, Xu Mengjie, ranked first! Total score: two hundred eighty points."

"Sha Huang, ranked second! Total score: two hundred seventy-five points."

"Duan Yan'an, ranked third! Total score: two hundred seventy points."

"Lin Xiaoke, Xian, ranked fourth! Total score: two hundred sixty-five points."

......

"Zhao Aotian, ranked twenty-third! Total score: two hundred forty points."

"Li Tan, ranked thirtieth! Total score: two hundred thirty points."

"Wang Longzhi, ranked forty-ninth! Total score: two hundred fifteen points."

.....

As Feng Jiu announced the end of the assessment, several figures streaked across the sky! They were all powerful Cultivators!

Feng Jiu strode forward, respectfully cupping her hands and saying, "Inner Sect Disciple Feng Jiu respectfully greets all Elders, Junior Martial Uncles, and Senior Martial Uncles."

The Elders merely nodded slightly, signifying their acknowledgment.

The Elders' eyes were like torches, scanning the crowd below, and there was a strong scent of gunpowder in the air.

The first batch to be snatched were those with higher scores.

Those Disciples ranked at the top undoubtedly became the darlings in the eyes of the Elders.

"Not bad, this year two people broke through two hundred eighty points, and the quality is much better than in previous years."

"This young fellow named Chi Shao Bai is truly interesting!"

A burly man with a heroic appearance and bulging muscles exclaimed.

"It truly proves the saying, 'A newborn calf fears no tiger.'"

"The Peerless Dao Sect, how many years has it been since we've seen such a lineage?"

Their discussions were not deliberately concealed and clearly reached everyone's ears.

Li Tan's eyes flashed brilliantly, and he seemed lost in thought, his mouth not closing for a long time.

"Peerless Dao, there's actually such a lineage in this world! How incredibly arrogant, simply arrogant to the extreme!"

The Elders discussed for only a moment before deciding the future identities and sects of the young men and women.

"Let these top ten youngsters be handed over to me. It's been many years since I took a Disciple, and I'm truly itching to do so."

Following the sound, they looked.

A middle-aged man traversed the sky, his hands clasped behind his back, flying directly towards this place.

He had a full head of silver hair, a distinctly chiseled Face, sword-like eyebrows, and a high nose bridge.

Just one look into his sharp eyes could make one's heart palpitate, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed, and his calm tone further highlighted his status.

"Grand Elder!"

The Elders below respectfully bowed, showing their reverence.

This Grand Elder did not put on any airs, leisurely chatting with everyone, and then his gaze fell upon the ten Prodigies.

"Little ones, are you willing to take me as your Revered Master?"

His words were very casual, appearing very approachable.

These ten Prodigies and Geniuses all came from prominent Families!

Thanks to the long-standing heritage within their Families, their horizons were very broad.

Like this old man before them, there was no trace of Spiritual Qi fluctuation around him, yet he could freely soar in the air, and his miraculous techniques were frequent.

In the scriptures, only a Cultivator at the Peak of Golden Core, or even a Nascent Soul old monster, fits this description!

"Revered Master above, please accept this Disciple's bow!"

Without the slightest hesitation, they all knelt down and paid their respects, fearing that the powerful figure before them might slip away.

The old man nodded gently, and tokens wrapped in Spiritual Qi flew into their hands.

"Little ones, let's be clear first, you are all Named Disciples."

"If I am not satisfied in three years, then you will have to seek another Revered Master."

Everyone's breathing quickened, their Faces filled with joy and excitement, and they quickly agreed.

A ripple of spatial fluctuation, and the old man's figure dissipated. Looking at the spot where the ten Prodigies had been, they were already gone.

.......

As soon as the Grand Elder left, several Elders began to secretly discuss.

"The ten most excellent prospects were all taken by the Grand Elder."

"He practically didn't leave us even a drop of soup to drink."

The muscular young Elder couldn't help but complain.

"Don't gossip behind his back. There are still many good prospects below."

This white-haired old man, however, was more open-minded. With a surge of Spiritual Qi, he arrived beside the crowd, selecting the Disciples he favored.

The other Elders were also unwilling to fall behind and began to screen Disciples.

"Little one, are you willing to be my Disciple?"

A benevolent Elder looked kindly at Wang Longzhi, just waiting for his reply so he could leave freely.

"I am not willing!"

For a moment, the Elder didn't react, his smile still on his Face.

"Good Disciple, your Revered Master will now take you...."

The next moment, the Elder's Face turned cold, clearly having lost Face.

"You are not willing?"

Facing the Elder's question, Wang Longzhi showed no fear, answering resolutely, "I am not willing!"

The old man forcibly suppressed his agitated heart, trying his best not to erupt.

The commotion here attracted many onlookers, who all watched the good show.

"Haha, Old Man Qi, I didn't expect you to have a day of being frustrated!"

"It truly makes me laugh my front teeth out, like a three-year-old child playing with a spear!"

A white-haired old man, seeing the situation here, quickly added fuel to the fire, teasingly sizing up Wang Longzhi.

This scene also caused more Elders to stop their actions and watch.

The old man did not pay attention to his friend's teasing, but only spoke softly with a cold Face: "Little one, why are you unwilling?"

The powerful pressure around him did not make Wang Longzhi compromise; instead, it made him even more determined in his choice!

"I want to follow Brother Tan, so naturally I cannot be your Disciple...."