A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality and I Become a God

"Cai Xukun, five rounds of praise, you may enter my Ancient Sacred Land as an inner disciple. Are you willing?"

The assessment elder looked calmly at the cultivator in overalls in front of him and said something, while Cai Xukun's eyes lit up and he quickly nodded in agreement.

The examinees after Cai Xukun only received three or even two rings, which made the examiner's expression rather unpleasant. He hadn't expected that the disciples recruited by the Ancient Holy Land in recent years would be so of such poor quality.

Apart from the disciple named Cai Xukun mentioned earlier, they were mostly outer disciples, and there were even a large number of examinees who were unable to enter the Ancient Sacred Land due to insufficient qualifications.

"The situation is like this: outside the Ancient Holy Land, there are many cultivators who intend to join the Ancient Holy Land, but they have all been rejected by the Ancient Holy Land. After all, their aptitude is what it is, and letting them stay in the Ancient Holy Land would only lower the overall combat power of the Ancient Holy Land and waste resources."

"However, even if one can become an outer disciple of the Desolate Ancient Holy Land, the lowest achievement is to become a Red Dust Immortal. It can be said that as long as one can become an inner disciple or even a personal disciple, then breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal is basically guaranteed."

Duan De whispered in Wu Yifan's ear.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yifan nodded slightly, and soon it was Duan De's turn, as Duan De was in front of Wu Yifan.

Duan De took a deep breath and placed his hand on the Aptitude Bell. The next second, the Aptitude Bell began to swing gently.

With a thud, it didn't stop. Soon, there was a second, a third, and a fourth thud. The assessment elder couldn't help but show a hint of satisfaction. Another candidate with good aptitude had arrived.

Soon, the fifth sound came, but it didn't stop there.

As the sixth sound rang out, the assessment elder's expression brightened, and he quickly spoke up.

"Young friend, what is your name? Would you be willing to become my personal disciple? Please introduce yourself. My name is Gao Chao, and my cultivation level is Immortal King!"

After saying that, Elder Gao Chao looked at Duan De with anticipation and eagerness in his eyes. After all, it was not easy to find a personal disciple. If he did not hurry up and take him in, those old guys would probably come to kill him soon.

Before Duan De could speak, several powerful pressures emanated from the sky, shocking the examinees present.

Elder Gao Chao's expression was extremely ugly; he hadn't expected those guys to arrive so quickly.

"Who, who made the aptitude bell ring six times? Young friend, was it you?"

"Young friend, I am an inner elder of the Ancient Holy Land. You may address me as Elder Fu Kuang. I am at the early stage of the Immortal Emperor realm. Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

"Get out of my way, you old scoundrel! Young friend, my cultivation is at the late stage of the Immortal Emperor realm. You may call me Elder Tifa. Would you like to become my disciple?"

Seeing the elders of the ancient holy land appear in the sky, Duan De was dazzled and had no idea who to choose.

He originally thought he could only make the aptitude bell ring five times, but he didn't expect it to ring six times.

After the aptitude bell rings six times, one can become a direct disciple of the Ancient Holy Land. What does it mean to be a direct disciple? What does it mean to be an outer disciple or an inner disciple?

In the Desolate Ancient Holy Land, each year an outer sect disciple will be visited by a Celestial King Elder to preach the Dao. Depending on their cultivation level, they can receive a corresponding monthly stipend. Of course, outer sect disciples must complete three sect missions each month.

Inner disciples can listen to a lecture by an Immortal King Elder once a month, and the number of sect tasks they need to complete each month will be reduced to one. If they fail to complete a task in a month, they can carry it over to the next month, but they cannot accumulate more than ten years. After ten years, they will be expelled from the Desolate Ancient Holy Land.

As for direct disciples, they can become disciples of any elder of the Ancient Holy Land. Of course, the elder has the right to refuse. As for tasks, they only need to complete one per year.

Looking at the elders in front of him, Duan De admitted that he really wanted to agree, but then he thought of something, looked at Wu Yifan behind him, and then gritted his teeth and clasped his hands in a fist and said.

"Thank you for your kindness, elders, but I would like to see how talented my brother is. I would like to share a master with my brother."

Upon hearing Duan De's words, most of the elders in the sky frowned. They had already shown Duan De a lot of respect by accepting him as a disciple, so why were they now dragging Duan De's brother into it?

Most importantly, many elders felt that Duan De's actions showed he didn't respect them at all. Since they had come out, Duan De should have agreed immediately instead of bringing up the idea of ​​brotherhood.

So after Duan De finished speaking, most of the elders who had come because of Duan De left without hesitation.

The remaining elders looked at Wu Yifan, whom Duan De had mentioned, with curiosity in their eyes. After all, someone who could become Duan De's brother must have some talent.

Upon hearing Duan De's words, Wu Yifan was also surprised. He clearly did not expect that Duan De would still say he would follow him even when faced with a powerful Immortal Emperor accepting a disciple.

However, upon closer reflection, it's not surprising. After all, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would definitely become a direct disciple or even a holy son. Under such circumstances, clinging to his powerful backer is clearly the best choice.

"Young friend, since that's the case, please come and have your qualifications tested."

Elder Gao Chao looked at Wu Yifan and said with a slight smile.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yifan went to the aptitude bell and placed his hand on it.

The next second, a loud thud came from the aptitude bell.

Then comes the second tone, the third tone, the fourth tone, and the fifth tone.

As the sixth sound rang out, the elders who hadn't left yet all smiled, it seemed they were going to get another promising talent.

But their joy was short-lived, as the seventh sound rang out.

"What?! It's seven tones!"

The elders present gasped in astonishment, for it had been a full fifty million years since a prodigy with the aptitude of seven voices had appeared.

Cai Xukun, who was not far away, was completely impressed after seeing this scene. He was angry because Duan De stole his thunder, but now it seems that the one who stole his thunder was the even more amazing Wu Yifan.

Before the elders could say anything, the eighth sound rang out.

The elders present could no longer sit still and shouted.

"The entire area is sealed off; no one is allowed to leave."

After all, the eighth person can become the Holy Son of the Ancient Holy Land. Over the years, no one in the Ancient Holy Land has ever been able to become the Holy Son. It's not that the people of the Ancient Holy Land don't want to appoint a Holy Son, but the ancestral teachings of the past were that only those who have their aptitude bell ring eight times can become the Holy Son of the Ancient Holy Land.

Therefore, the Ancient Holy Land has never had a Holy Son in all these years, so how could they not be excited by Wu Yifan's appearance?

They were getting excited too soon; the ninth sound rang out the next second.