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第一千九百七十章 大少爷

However, even so, the Nine Immortals Palace generally did not allow random cultivators to enter and exit at will. Its main headquarters was a vast complex of琼楼玉宇-like buildings. Within this area, a radius of five ten-thousand li was designated as forbidden ground; any outsider who trespassed would face certain death.

Previously, some had violated the rules, but all ended up with their souls being extracted and refined. Over time, few cultivators dared to repeat such foolish acts.

In terms of strength, the Nine Immortals Palace was only slightly inferior to the three races in the Demon Sea, yet it held sway over the chaotic seas. Those unruly scattered cultivators might not hold the three races in high regard, but since they were part of this sea, they had to give a little face to the Nine Immortals Palace.

Countless cultivators wished to join the sect, and the Nine Immortals Palace would recruit new disciples every fifty years.

This situation could be divided into two categories.

One was rookie cultivators just stepping into the cultivation world. These were low-ranking junior disciples at the bottom of the hierarchy. If they caught the attention of the Nine Immortals Palace, although their initial status was low, they could become part of the mainline. With effort and time, they might rise to important positions.

The other category involved those who brought skills when seeking a master.

These cultivators had considerable strength but lacked powerful patrons. They sought the protection of the Nine Immortals Palace, which would also benefit from their addition by strengthening its power.

These people were not rookies; they had long been wandering in the cultivation world, with sufficient strength and experience. Once accepted, based on their abilities, they could gain certain positions and benefits. On the surface, this seemed better than what low-ranking disciples received.

However, reality was different. Because they brought skills, it was hard for them to become part of the mainline. Even if their status was high, they were still outer sect disciples and couldn't access core secrets. In terms of development prospects, they fell short compared to those who joined step by step as low-ranking disciples.

Every coin has two sides; this was the principle at play here. However, things weren’t absolute. These people, despite their strength, would be secretly evaluated by the Nine Immortals Palace. If they achieved great merit, they might become core members.

Recently, due to certain circumstances, the Nine Immortals Palace was open for external recruitment. As a result, non-members could enter during this period, though patrols were intensified to prevent opportunists.

The illusory light of Lin Xuan's transformation did not attract attention. He didn't want to make a big fuss when visiting his friend at the Nine Immortals Palace.

Despite his current strength, he wouldn’t be intimidated by meeting the mysterious headmaster of the Nine Immortals Palace. But what was the point of being arrogant? Lin Xuan preferred to stay low-key unless necessary.

"Xuan," he thought, referring to himself, "looking around the East Sea, there are only a few such places. I don't want to draw attention when making my debut here."

Thus, he subtly suppressed his aura, making his realm appear like that of an early-stage one-star cultivator. This was no challenge for him; he had done it many times.

"Is Red Leaf doing well at the Nine Immortals Palace?"

Although visiting under the guise of a friend, Lin Xuan still cared about Red Leaf's situation. They were old acquaintances, and in this cold world of cultivation, reuniting with an old friend brought some warmth.

With that thought, a smile appeared on his lips. Suddenly, he frowned and stretched out his hand to grab at the void, causing a flash of fire to appear in his palm.

A transmission talisman!

Lin Xuan sank his divine sense into it quickly, then raised his head with a strange expression.

The message was brief: "Friend, please wait for Wu."

This unexpected situation surprised Lin Xuan; he had never encountered such a scenario before. Nevertheless, after some hesitation, he waited in place. Soon, an illusory light appeared from the horizon and approached him.

As the glow faded, a young man dressed in brocade robes and a jade belt revealed himself. He was around twenty years old, handsome with long hair that added to his carefree demeanor. He held a folding fan, giving off the impression of a wealthy young master from a noble family. However, he was an advanced-stage one-star cultivator.

"Phew, your遁光 is truly swift; I chased you for half a day. If not for this transmission talisman, we might have missed each other," the youth panted, sounding slightly resentful.

"I don't know you, so why are you chasing me? What do you want?"

Lin Xuan's voice was indifferent as he assessed the situation. An ordinary one-star cultivator wouldn’t pose much of a threat to him. Besides, Lin Xuan himself was adept at scheming.

The youth seemed unconcerned by Lin Xuan’s cold demeanor; he appeared very outgoing and sociable.

"Why be so distant? I am Wu Yong, known as Big Master. I’m a scattered cultivator seeking to join the Nine Immortals Palace. From your appearance, it seems we share the same goal. Hence, I stopped you to travel together," the youth boasted proudly. This matched Lin Xuan's judgment; this guy was indeed a social butterfly.

Lin Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.

"Big Master… that nickname is quite something."

How could one describe it?

It was normal for powerful cultivators to have nicknames, like venerable ones or immortals. But the nickname "Big Master" for Lin Xuan was unheard of; was he making a joke?

Despite his amusement, Lin Xuan subconsciously felt less concerned about this guy. He seemed simple-minded and unlikely to engage in scheming.

Moreover, Lin Xuan didn’t believe anyone would randomly target him.

Regarding the Nine Immortals Palace's recruitment, Lin Xuan knew all about it. Thus, he replied calmly: "I am not joining the Nine Immortals Palace; I’m just visiting a friend."

"Visiting a friend?"

Wu Yong was taken aback but grew more delighted. He looked flattered and rubbed his hands as he spoke.

"Then you’re not a scattered cultivator? You have old connections with high-ranking figures in the Nine Immortals Palace. This is great! Can you recommend me to your friend so I can join?"

Lin Xuan was speechless; just a few sentences, and they were already calling each other brothers. Did he really think Lin Xuan had any connection with him? !~!

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