In an instant—powerful forces surged across the square.

  Lu Danchen, Ye Qingqing, and Ba Dao, who had just left, returned immediately.

  But this time, no one was looking at them—all eyes were on the little girl standing before the testing formation.

  She was tiny, dressed in a pink princess dress, with embroidered shoes, looking as delicate as a porcelain doll.

  Her hair was tied into two high ponytails, and nestled between them was a small, snow-white kitten fast asleep.

  The little girl looked incredibly nervous under the crowd’s gaze.

  Her rosy cheeks were flushed as she twisted her fingers anxiously, completely at a loss.

  A seven-grade spiritual root—the highest possible grade in the cultivation world.

  Also known as the Earthly Immortal Root.

  History had long proven that all cultivators who possessed a seven-grade spiritual root could ascend to the Immortal Realm.

  In other words, as long as this little girl didn’t die young and cultivated properly, she was guaranteed to become an immortal.

  "Little junior sister, how about joining my Xian Ding Peak?" Lu Danchen spoke first.

  His handsome appearance and sunny disposition made him a natural heartthrob.

  The little girl hesitated—her small heart pounded wildly as she gazed at the big, warm, older brother in front of her.

  Then—

  "Don’t listen to him, little girl! Join my Qian Ren Peak. Anyone who dares bully you, I’ll make sure they die with no corpse left behind."

  Ba Dao crossed his arms, his voice as sharp as his name suggested.

  True to form, he had no patience for flowery words.

  And sure enough—

  The moment the little girl heard "die with no corpse left behind," she instantly shrank back in fear.

  "Ba Dao, don’t scare our little junior sister!"

  A soft, melodious voice rang out.

  Ye Qingqing stepped forward with a gentle, warm smile.

  Immediately—the little girl’s big eyes sparkled.

  "Come with me, little one. Our Piaomiao Peak is full of beautiful big sisters. You can wear all kinds of pretty dresses, and if anyone dares to bully you, my three thousand junior sisters will stand up for you!"

  Ye Qingqing simply had no resistance to little girls.

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  The three strongest prodigies of Luo Xian Sect were on the verge of tearing each other apart over a single little girl.

  Then—

  "Hahaha! I didn’t miss the fun, did I?"

  A carefree laugh echoed through the crowd.

  A young man swaggered in, his handsome face carrying an unmistakable air of mischief.

  "Oh no. Why is this plague god here?"

  The moment they saw him, Sun Bao and Ding Yuan exchanged glances—then immediately took a step back.

  "Senior brother Du Ming, long time no see."

  Lu Danchen was the first to greet him.

  "You’re as opportunistic as ever… but I have to admit, you’ve gotten even more handsome."

  Lu Danchen could only smile awkwardly.

  "What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

  Du Ming turned to Ba Dao, his tone full of amusement.

  "Hmph."

  Ba Dao ignored him completely.

  If it weren’t for sect rules forbidding disciples from attacking each other, he would have chopped Du Ming down ages ago.

  "Such a sour face. No wonder no girls like you."

  A single sentence—brutal and direct.

  Ba Dao’s expression turned even darker.

  "Senior brother Du Ming."

  Ye Qingqing greeted him politely.

  "Ah, Qingqing, you’re still as beautiful and thoughtful as ever."

  "Thank you for the compliment, senior brother."

  She had immense respect for Du Ming. When she first entered the sect, he had helped her greatly. Much of her success today was thanks to his guidance.

  Even though many now looked down on Du Ming, she had never forgotten his kindness. Du Ming cleared his throat, then turned to Shen Xian'er.

  "Little junior sister, it’s our first time meeting, so I brought you a small gift." He took out a plate of rainbow-colored su cakes and placed it in front of her. The little girl’s big eyes instantly lit up.

  "Really? This is for me?" How did this senior brother know that her favorite food was rainbow su cakes?

  "Of course. Try it and see if you like it." She picked up a piece, took a bite— And her entire face melted into pure happiness.

  "Yummy! So yummy! So so yummy!"

  "If you like it, I have plenty more. Come with me, I’ll take you to get some."

  "Mmhmm! Mmhmm!"

  She nodded like a little chick pecking at rice, happily trotting behind Du Ming. A single plate of rainbow su cakes had just snatched away a future immortal. The entire sect fell into stunned silence.

  Even Han Luo was dumbfounded.

  What the hell? You can do that?!

  Wait a minute…

  Why did this Shen Xian’er look so familiar?

  Hold on—

  At the start of the assessment, a little girl had asked him to form a team, and he had… tricked her and ran away.

  That was her, wasn’t it?!

  A second later—

  Did I… accidentally scam a future immortal?! Han Luo froze in horror. Would she come back for revenge?!

  He felt his entire life flash before his eyes.

  With Du Ming leading Shen Xian’er away, the competition for her was over. The testing continued.

  Several decent spiritual roots appeared, but compared to a seven-grade spiritual root, they all paled in comparison.

  As one disciple after another completed their tests and joined their respective peaks, Han Luo was left standing alone.

  Panic set in.

  Surely, someone would pick him, right? He had saved everyone here. If he hadn’t held off the demon, they all would’ve died.

  Even if the other disciples didn’t know, the sect leaders definitely did.

  Meanwhile, in Luo Xian Sect’s great hall—

  The test was almost over.

  "Everyone, I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first."

  Yun Ding was the first to run. The remaining candidates all had mediocre talent. And soon, it would be that brat’s turn. No way was he taking him in.

  "I also have matters to attend to. I’ll be going as well."

  Yun Qianli followed instantly.

  "Uh… I…" Lei Xing was about to say something, but then he thought about it—screw it, just leave. In the blink of an eye, three out of the five peak masters were gone.

  "Wait, you three—" Yun Yangzi called out.

  Yun Ding: "Senior brother, you know me—I prefer passive disciples."

  Yun Qianli: "Senior brother, you know me—I prefer strong-willed ones."

  Lei Xing: "Cough, senior brother, you know me, I just… you know."

  Before Yun Yangzi could say another word, they vanished.

  "Sigh…" He rubbed his temples in frustration.

  Fine. He still had two peak masters left.

  "Senior brother, you know we only accept female disciples," Hong Niang said.

  "...I see your point."

  He turned to Wu Dao—Only to find him staring blankly into space.

  Forget it.

  Yun Yangzi sighed. On Luo Xian Square, only one person remained.

  Han Luo .

  With a deep breath, he stepped into the testing formation.

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