Chapter 757

Loserma's purpose was very clear: he wanted to use the discernment and methods of Li Chen, this "ancient great being," to cultivate a few top-tier seeds for the family, while also further showing his loyalty to Li Chen to see if he could ask for some benefits.

And this, precisely fell into Li Chen's calculations.

Li Chen stopped, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the young faces on the training ground. After pondering for a moment, he spoke as if with a hint of charity: "Very well, since I'm idle anyway, go, call all the young descendants of your clan here, and let this seat take a look."

Loserma was overjoyed upon hearing this and hurriedly bowed in response: "I will strictly follow Your Majesty's decree!"

He immediately gave orders to have all the family disciples in the castle who met the age requirements, whether direct or collateral, gather at the central square immediately!

Not long after, in the central square of the Wind-Whisperer family, Li Chen sat high on a jade throne that had been temporarily moved there and covered with a luxurious carpet.

Below, rows of young faces knelt neatly, from teenagers in their teens to youths in their early twenties, numbering in the hundreds.

Each of them was excited and nervous, not daring to breathe loudly, waiting for the inspection of the "Ancient Elf King."

Li Chen's gaze slowly swept across the crowd, his brows furrowing slightly imperceptibly.

He saw the patriarch's son, the direct grandsons of several elders, and many young talents with flashy clothes and not-weak auras.

But, he did not see Sylph's figure.

Sure enough, her status in this family was so low that she wasn't even qualified to participate in this kind of "collective inspection" occasion.

Li Chen sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he timely revealed a trace of obvious displeasure and disappointment. He gave a light "tsk," the sound not loud, but clearly transmitted into the ears of everyone present:

"Such a large family, is this all the so-called young bloodline?"

These words were like ice water being poured down, making the young people kneeling below panic instantly, each burying their heads lower, their hearts filled with panic and inferiority.

Can even the top batch of the family not enter His Majesty's eyes?

Loserma, standing beside Li Chen, was instantly sweating profusely, the clothes on his back soaked through with cold sweat.

He complained bitterly in his heart: 'Sure enough, he is a supreme existence from the ancient era; his vision is too high! This batch is already the best seeds the family has poured its efforts into cultivating! And he still doesn't like them.'

Seeing that Li Chen seemed to have no interest and was preparing to stand up and leave, Loserma hardened his heart, treating a dead horse as a living horse, and hurriedly bowed and said urgently: "Your Majesty, please forgive me! It is Loserma who didn't consider things thoroughly! There are still some collateral disciples, as well as young people working in various places, who haven't been called. I will have people call them all here right now! I definitely won't dare to have the slightest omission!"

Loserma intended to call over the collateral relatives and those doing odd jobs.

At this moment, he only hoped that one clansman could be favored by His Majesty; even if it was just a casual comment, it would be a great glory for the family!

Li Chen then sat down steadily again and gave a noncommittal "hmm," which was considered tacit consent.

Loserma felt as if he had been granted amnesty and immediately arranged for his trusted aides to go at the fastest speed to gather all the collateral and menial disciples who were usually not valued at all and were even forgotten in corners.

Li Chen sat high on the jade throne, tasting the fragrant tea that the Wind-Whisperer family had offered—which was said to be brewed with thousand-year-old snow-top spiritual tea—in a leisurely posture, occasionally using a silver fork to take a small piece of exquisite elven honey cake, as if this "selection" before him was just a boring pastime.

In Loserma's anxious waiting, another batch of young disciples was hurriedly brought over.

This batch was also quite numerous, but their clothes were significantly simpler, and some even bore traces of labor, their expressions even more panicked and uneasy, forming a sharp contrast with the flashy direct descendants from before.