70: Chapter 70: The elders scrambled and made their choice!

Jiang Xuan felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at their gazes. Who could endure being stared at by several old monsters with such eyes?

The middle-aged man with fiery red skin was the first to speak, “Jiang Xuan, this Elder is the Supreme Blazing Flame, a Core Elder of the Holy Land. Are you willing to become my Disciple? If you agree, you can immediately become a Core Disciple of the Holy Land!”

“Furthermore, I can impart to you this Elder’s Divine Ability, the ‘Nine Transformations of Brahma,’ which in the Late Stage allows you to transform into the True Form of a Fire Spirit, reaching through Brahma to the heavens!”

Wu Yazi, who was beside him, scoffed, “Jiang Xuan, don’t listen to his bragging. What ‘reaching through Brahma to the heavens’? Isn’t he just someone who plays with fire?”

“If you acknowledge me as your Master, not only will you be a Core Disciple, but based on your performance just now, you are already a Sequence Disciple. This Elder will impart to you the Holy Land’s ultimate technique, the ‘True Scripture of the Lightning Emperor,’ which allows you to summon the Nine Heavens Lightning Tribulation to fight enemies, and also to transform yourself into a Lightning Incarnation, resonating with heaven and earth.”

“What did you say! Wu Yazi, do you believe I won’t burn off your hair with a single flame!” Supreme Blazing Flame had a fiery temper, and upon hearing Wu Yazi speak of him that way, he immediately couldn't hold back. Flames seemed to flicker in his eyes.

Wu Yazi glanced at him, purple lightning coiling around his entire body, crackling with sound, “You want to try? Do you want to taste my Heavenly Lightning?”

The other few, seeing the two arguing, were used to it. They took advantage of this opening to all try and recruit Jiang Xuan, introducing their Divine Abilities, promising many benefits, and using various methods to bring Jiang Xuan under their tutelage. No one was willing to give way… The surrounding Disciples looked at the nine Elders, who were arguing fiercely, with strange expressions. “Are these really Core Elders? Why do they sound like children arguing? Where is your dignity? Please maintain your mystery.”

Then, with complex expressions, they looked at Jiang Xuan. So many Elders fighting to take a Disciple was a first in the Holy Land. Perhaps only a Prodigy like Jiang Xuan could receive such treatment.

Jiang Xuan listened to the Elders’ explanations. To be honest, he felt like he wanted all of them; they all sounded so tempting.

Just then, a faint voice came from behind the group, “You don’t need to argue. Jiang Xuan is my Disciple, Wu Tian.”

“Such a big tone, who is that ki… uh.” Supreme Blazing Flame, seeing someone even more arrogant than him, was about to curse. However, when he turned around and saw the speaker, the words caught in his throat. There was no way; he couldn't win.

This guy was a madman; when he went crazy, he dared to fight anyone.

The few turned around and saw Wu Tian walking over. He ignored the others and looked directly at Jiang Xuan, smiling and saying, “Kid, we finally meet.”

Jiang Xuan looked at the person in front of him. Although he was an old man, there wasn’t a single wrinkle on his face, and a mysterious domineering aura surrounded him, as if he were the center of the world.

“What a domineering aura!” Jiang Xuan was secretly astonished. He stepped forward and bowed to the old man, “This junior greets Senior Wu Tian. Thank you, Senior, for the previous matter.”

Just for Wu Tian’s previous assurance to his Jiang Family, he deserved this bow.

Wu Tian waved his hand, “It was merely a small effort.”

Supreme Blazing Flame and the others beside him immediately felt uneasy. Jiang Xuan knew this madman? Oh, Wu Tian, that sly fox, made this move without a sound.

No wonder he came to this new Disciple assessment this time; in the past, he would always scoff at it. It turned out he had known about a character like Jiang Xuan all along.

At this moment, the White-Robed Holy Lord also came over and said, “Hehe, Jiang Xuan, choose one of the Core Elders. Of course, you can also choose this Holy Lord.”

As soon as these words came out, the Elders were startled. This one also took a liking to Jiang Xuan?

The surrounding Disciples were shocked. A Saint’s Disciple—what an honor! As long as Jiang Xuan agreed, with the Holy Lord’s help, he might even reach the position of Saint and become his successor! To wield control over a Holy Land, holding the life and death of billions of living beings.

With such temptation, Jiang Xuan would surely agree, right?

Jiang Xuan’s heart trembled. It truly was very tempting, but… He cupped his fists to the group and said, “Thank you, Holy Lord, and thank you, Elders.”

“Jiang Xuan appreciates your kindness, but Elder Wu Tian has shown kindness to this junior, so I apologize. I am willing to acknowledge Elder Wu Tian as my Master.”

“What! Jiang Xuan, is he crazy!” The Disciples were shocked. Jiang Xuan actually refused the Holy Lord’s offer of tutelage!

Who in the entire Southern Barrens didn’t know the White-Robed Holy Lord Lin Wuyuan? This one had even slain a Saint, yet he was rejected.

Lin Wuyuan, hearing Jiang Xuan’s reply, did not get angry but instead smiled and nodded, “Knowing how to repay kindness and not forgetting one’s original intention—excellent!”

In Lin Wuyuan’s heart, talent was important, but character was equally indispensable. The Holy Land did not want to raise an ungrateful person who would eventually turn against the Holy Land.

Therefore, he was very satisfied with Jiang Xuan’s answer. As for not becoming his Disciple, it didn't matter; as long as Jiang Xuan was a Disciple of the Supreme Beginning Holy Land, that was enough.

The Elders shook their heads, their hearts bleeding. Such good talent was snatched away by this madman.

Suddenly, they thought of something. “Wu Tian, we don’t object to you taking Jiang Xuan as your Disciple, but we wonder, what Cultivation Technique will you impart to him?” Wu Yazi’s voice rang out, and the others also looked at Wu Tian.

Wu Tian knew they would ask this and said indifferently, “Naturally, the Heavenly Emperor Art!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone’s expressions changed dramatically!

Supreme Blazing Flame’s loud voice instantly roared. He no longer cared if he could win or not. “Wu Tian, are you crazy! You’re actually letting Jiang Xuan learn your elusive Heavenly Emperor Art!”

“Blazing Flame is right, Wu Tian, are you also going to make Jiang Xuan like you, forever stuck in the Supreme Realm! Don’t forget, with Jiang Xuan’s talent, he can definitely become a Saint in the future, and even go a step further. He is the future hope of the Holy Land!”

The other few also came out to stop Wu Tian, as if the Heavenly Emperor Art was some Demonic Path Cultivation Technique.

Jiang Xuan felt strange in his heart. “Heavenly Emperor Art, what a domineering name. Could there be some problem with it?”

“Hahahahaha… becoming a Saint?” Wu Tian suddenly burst into laughter.

He looked at the group, as if recalling unpleasant memories, his expression pained, “Becoming a Saint is the hope of the Holy Land?”

His voice was low, “Have you forgotten the Great Emperor from the Divine Land three thousand years ago, and the humiliation he brought to my Supreme Beginning Holy Land!”

“At that time, my Supreme Beginning Holy Land had countless more Saints than it does now, and what was the result!”

“Heh heh, becoming a Saint, before a Great Emperor, is ultimately just an ant.”

The few fell silent, and a trace of complexity flashed in Lin Wuyuan’s eyes. That incident three thousand years ago was too great a blow to them, especially to Wu Tian, whose Master was still imprisoned in the Divine Land!

“Alas, Wu Tian, how could we forget that matter? But the Heavenly Emperor Art is too idealistic; three thousand years have passed, and no one has succeeded.”

“If Jiang Xuan also fails, the loss to the Holy Land would be too great.” The few whispered persuasively.

Jiang Xuan listened to their conversation, deep in thought. “It seems something big happened in the Holy Land three thousand years ago, and it’s related to a Great Emperor.”

He couldn’t help but be curious. No one had successfully Cultivated it for three thousand years. What was wrong with this Heavenly Emperor Art that made them change color at its mention?