Chapter 122: Selecting Followers, Finally Begins, Everyone Anticipates

In the Holy City of Zudi.

As the girl in a red dress appeared.

It sparked heated discussion, with everyone exclaiming in surprise.

They revealed her identity: the third princess of the Great Li Dynasty, possessing extraordinary talent.

Some felt it a pity that even such a noble lady would want to become a follower of the Divine Son Lord.

However, upon hearing this, a cultivator immediately objected, saying that compared to the Ancient Lu Family, the so-called Great Li Dynasty and its Undead Divine Phoenix Bloodline were vastly inferior.

To have the chance to follow beside the Divine Son Lord would surely be the greatest fortune of this lifetime.

This view was agreed upon by the vast majority of those present.

Others, meanwhile, felt shocked.

After all,

the forces attached to the Lu Family are truly immense.

The Great Li Dynasty counts among the stronger of them.

As for the many others, they fall far short, which is why they have the opportunity to come here.

This is also because Lu Yuhua believes that, since this is a selection, no one can be overlooked.

As long as his grandson approves, other considerations don't matter; people must be wholly suitable, and the conditions are very lenient.

Consequently, there are nearly thousands of people present.

Each one,

within their own family's power, is a heaven‑chosen prodigy, the focus of everyone's attention.

But now, standing in the crowd, they are not particularly conspicuous.

Especially upon seeing Xiao Yanran appear,

they also feel ashamed of their own appearance.

They simply cannot compare.

As for her, sensing the gazes and chatter of the crowd, a look of proud satisfaction appeared on her face.

She greatly enjoyed it, was very pleased, and felt delighted in her heart, thinking that even if she came to the Lu Family, she would stand out like a crane among chickens, thus gaining even more confidence in being chosen as a follower.

So Xiao Yanran walked straight to the very center of the crowd, arms crossed, eyes half‑closed.

Seeing this, the surrounding people immediately stepped back a little, daring not to get too close.

"Older sister, this person has such an aura, they seem very powerful."

"Do you think we can really compete with her?"

At that moment, within the crowd,

there was a girl about seven or eight years old who timidly spoke up.

Unlike the people around her, she was poorly dressed and her face was a little dirty.

But if one looked closely, they would see the girl's eyes blinking rapidly, utterly adorable.

Her skin was very fair, and she had a high, delicate nose—one could tell at a glance she was a beauty in the making, destined to be outstanding when she grew up.

Beside her was a fifteen‑ or sixteen‑year‑old girl, like an enlarged version of the little girl; upon close inspection she could be described as extremely refined, with an extraordinary demeanor.

Yet for some unknown reason, she had not dressed up; instead she wore a coarse hemp garment and had smeared ash on her face.

As a result, the people nearby paid her no notice, regarding her as utterly ordinary.

Upon hearing her sister's words,

the girl's expression turned solemn, and she said, "I don't know, but this is our last chance."

"Our parents' grudge cannot be avenged with our present strength, and if we fail to become followers of the Divine Son Lord, we may be seized again."

Saying this, the girl lightly bit her lip with her front teeth, and a hint of hatred showed in her eyes.

"Don't, little fish don't be taken back; my older cousin is too fierce."

Hearing her sister's words, the little girl's face instantly turned deathly pale.

It seemed she was recalling something unpleasant.

"Be good."

Seeing this, the girl hurriedly comforted her: "Father said we both possess extraordinary talent within us."

"It's just that it hasn't been awakened yet; the Ancient Lu Family is an undying hegemon—if we can catch that person's eye, our fate will be completely rewritten."

"Mm‑hm, sister is right," the little girl replied, nodding quickly after hearing her.

But she didn't notice that her sister's face remained grim at this moment, for she also harbored doubts about what she had just said.

After all, if what Father said were true,

then she and her sister would possess extraordinary talent—so why do they still show no sign of it? It's only that their cultivation progresses a bit faster than ordinary cultivators, but compared to the people present,

this amounts to nothing; especially after seeing the Great Li Dynasty's Xiao Yanran, she feels hope is slim.

Yet as previously said, this is probably their only opportunity.

Without further thought, the girl took a deep breath, calmed her emotions,

and then, like everyone else present, waited silently.

Thus,

time continued to pass.

In the Holy City of Zudi, the crowd in the central area kept growing.

Originally a group of Lu Family youths were also supposed to come, but they were later stopped.

Lu Yuhua, after thinking it over, still felt that the opinions of the junior members of the clan were best left to his own selection.

This would also save a great deal of trouble, for in his view these people do not qualify as true followers.

To some extent, it is openly protecting the little grandson.

Therefore, those selected this time.

Basically, they all belong to the younger generation of those affiliated forces.

Boom—about an hour later.

In the void of the holy city, a fierce rumbling sound arose.

Everyone raised their heads, eyes filled with anticipation.

But immediately, an old man appeared.

That was an elder of the Lu Family.

He stood in midair, his powerful aura continuously emanating, vast and mighty.

Almost everyone present felt immense pressure, and some even showed shocked expressions, because they could clearly sense that the old man before them was absolutely far stronger than their own foundation.

And this, it seems, is just a random person who walked out of the Lu Family.

"Everyone." At that moment, the elder looked around and slowly spoke.

"The Divine Son is already preparing; everyone just wait a moment."

"We have come here at the same time to announce something: that the number of follower slots for this Divine Son selection is only two."

"If you are not selected, there's no need to be discouraged; our Lu Family will give some compensation."

After saying that, the Lu Family elder said no more and took a step forward.

He directly disappeared on the spot.

Leaving a crowd of people.

With astonishment and being at a loss.

Two slots, and there are literally thousands of people present—how are we supposed to compete?

But fortunately there is some compensation, which some people consider acceptable.

Of course, some people are confident they will be selected.

Such as Xiao Yiran of the Da Li Dynasty.

Their expression did not change.

Still standing in the central position, the corners of their mouth revealed a faint smile.

Not far away, the girl who had just spoken and the little girl, upon hearing this news, all turned pale.

It means that both must be selected; otherwise they might be separated, but the probability is too low.

Unconsciously, the two sisters began to feel somewhat flustered, and their palms kept sweating.

"The Divine Son Lord has arrived!"

But just then, that old man who had just left returned.

Without heeding everyone's thoughts, he directly spoke.

This voice made everyone's body tremble violently, their expressions changed, and with eyes full of immense expectation, they gazed toward the void.

(End of chapter)