Chapter 3020: and translation of title, then ===GLOSSARY=== with list of named entities/coined terms appearing in these lines

Feeling the suddenly unfamiliar body, these Xiāntiān rénzú only felt their scalps go numb.

They admitted that, at first, they had been a bit clueless about the seriousness, but the problem is they didn't deserve this.

Among the Xiāntiān rénzú, even the least among them had seven Formations, nine talismans, and three Mìfǎ implanted in their bodies.

As for the more numerous ones, needless to say, adding them all up comes to dozens.

Anyway, it just felt like their bodies were stuffed full of things, which felt really strange.

After finishing all this, the disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect clapped their hands, could clearly sense the aura of those Formations and talismans, and only then satisfiedly nodded.

Never mind how useful these Formations and talismans actually are; having them is better than having none.

Although these Xiāntiān rénzú could easily break through these Formations and talisman controls, if they felt something was wrong, in the eyes of the Dao One Immortal Sect disciples, that proved there was something wrong with the person.

At least they could prepare in advance.

After doing all this, both sides could finally sit down and have a proper talk.

The disciples hadn't forgotten their purpose this time; they were indeed selecting a Protector of the Way they liked.

However, these Xiāntiān rénzú also varied in strength, and everyone certainly preferred the stronger ones.

Anyway, since their lives are linked, picking a strong one means, without saying more, safety is more assured.

But it's impossible for everyone to pick a strong one, so the fellow disciples gathered together to discuss.

"I propose we select based on strength; that would be fairest."

"Right, I agree."

After discussing various methods, they still felt allocating by strength was the fairest.

After all, in the Immortal Realm, the strong have always been revered, making it easier for everyone to accept.

Regarding this, most disciples had no objections, so it was finally decided that way.

Led by Ma Shī xiōng, the strongest few naturally set their sights on the two ancient ancestors of the Xiāntiān rénzú.

Who could be stronger than them?

The lower-ranking disciples then selected targets according to strength, the stronger the person, the higher the priority.

When the last batch of disciples arrived, looking at the remaining targets, they were all dumbfounded.

All the good ones had already been taken, so what remained were inevitably misshapen melons and cracked dates.

Even if you're a misshapen melon, you can't be this deformed, right?

A male disciple looked at the elderly woman before him and said:

"No, are your legs still nimble?"

Hearing this, the old lady cracked her mouth, showing a toothless smile, and said:

"Climbing a slope is no problem."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, the disciple was stunned; I fucking asked if you could still fight, and you tell me climbing a slope is no problem—I want you to climb a slope!

The disciple fell silent, while the junior brother beside him stared wide-eyed and said to the senior sister beside him:

"Senior sister, no, you took his mother, who am I supposed to pick?"

It turned out that the senior sister and junior brother had chosen a mother-and-son pair as their target.

Since the senior sister was stronger, she naturally chose the mother without hesitation, after all, she's at least an adult.

Faced with the junior brother's question, the senior sister replied helplessly:

"Then I don't care; there's still the kid, we can each take one."

"No, senior sister, listen to what you're saying—has the brat been weaned? Picking him is useless."

Waaah………………

Perhaps the junior brother's shout was too loud, frightening the child in the woman's arms, who then burst into loud sobs right there.

Hearing the crying, the junior brother had a full head of Black Line, his face as black as a pot bottom—I fucking wanted to cry too.

Am I selecting a Protector of the Way or a nursing baby?

He hasn't even weaned yet—will he be protecting me or will I be taking care of him? Besides, he's so small, can he fucking utter a clear vow?

Anyway, the remaining targets for this final batch of disciples were one weirder than the next.

In four words: the old, weak, sick, and disabled—looking around, there fucking isn't a single normal person.

Missing an arm or a leg would already be considered good—those had long been snatched up by the stronger senior brothers and senior sisters.

What remained were either old men and women who, even five of them together, couldn't muster three teeth, or babies still nursing.

Choosing these people to become sworn brothers and sisters, everyone naturally refused.

But right now there's no one left to choose; whether you like it or not, you have to take them.

Meanwhile, the Xiāntiān rénzú were quite cooperative, after all, they had no choice either.

The old lady from before, looking at the disciple before her, cracked her mouth into a smile and said:

"Young man, don't underestimate this old lady; when I was young, I was also a formidable force."

"Elder, you yourself said that was when you were young."

"You're still too young—haven't you heard the saying, 'a family with an elder is like possessing a treasure'?"

Huh???

Hearing that, the disciple stood there stunned, for a moment not knowing how to respond.

He naturally understood the reasoning, but the problem is they were supposed to be selecting a Protector of the Way, not an ancient ancestor.

After all that selecting, many disciples could be described as some rejoicing, some grieving.

When returning to the city, the weaker disciples each had black faces, as if they had suffered a great injustice.

Seeing this, the senior brothers and sisters beside them couldn't help but offer comfort.

Junior brother, just take this in stride—it's not like we've just gotten older, right? I think that old lady's words are spot on; having an elder in the family is indeed like having a treasure, and elders have more experience.

Heh, then let me give it to you, okay?

No need, my senior brother's elders are still alive and well; we already have a treasure.

Heh.

Upon hearing that, that junior brother snorted coldly and said, "You sure know how to talk, but when offered, you refuse to take it."

He had seen clearly just now—the person his senior brother chose is indeed a strong individual at the stage of "turning thought."

Moreover, he's fully limbed, looks remarkably heroic, which is worlds apart from that toothless old lady of his own.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy the junior brother felt, but the choice of person had basically been set; now he couldn't change it even if he wanted to.

After all, there are only so many of the primordial human race left; there's nobody else.

Over the next few days, disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect would run out to the outskirts whenever they had nothing to do, chatting and drinking with their Dao protectors to deepen their bonds.

Naturally, this applies only to disciples who had chosen a Dao protector they liked; as for those who had picked an old man, an old lady, or a milk baby, they simply never showed up at all.

As for the actions of the Dao One Immortal Sect's disciples, the Heavenly Palace didn't obstruct them; instead, it threw open the doors of convenience.

At the same time, the preparations for the sworn brotherhood were proceeding tense ly.

It has been set that it will begin three days from now; once it succeeds, these primordial human race members will be able to enter the city, and we can relax a bit for the time being.

After all, we have a means to restrict them; as long as nothing special happens, there shouldn't be any problems, and furthermore, the disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect do indeed have some methods of their own.

Looking at it now, they are a better choice than those death-row inmates.