Although the woman's beautiful face was filled with disbelief, she knew her grandfather wouldn't be careless about this matter and was secretly terrified! She could only force herself not to look in Han Li's direction again.
Han Li, seeing that he had given the other party a small lesson without actually hurting them, felt quite satisfied in his heart.
At this moment, his lips moved slightly as he transmitted his voice.
Immediately, the voice of Han Li echoed in the blue-robed elder's ear.
"After leaving Prince Xin's residence, don't rush to leave. Wait for me at the back gate of the residence. I have something to ask you!"
Han Li's voice was filled with an unquestionable tone of command, causing the elder's body to stiffen as he secretly groaned in his heart.
"Could it be that this expert still won't let the two of us go? Or does he have some other intentions toward us? Fortunately, he doesn't seem to be a ruthless person, so there shouldn't be any danger! Moreover, establishing a connection with a Foundation Establishment cultivator might be a rare opportunity for the family's revival." The blue-robed elder could only console himself with these thoughts, his heart fluctuating wildly, suffering incredibly!
Seeing this, Han Li smiled slightly, then once again turned his attention back to the white-haired Daoist priest.
At this moment, this Daoist Master Wu had already examined more than half of the crowd but still hadn't found anyone with immortal destiny.
Those young people who were told they had no destiny could only return to their seats dejectedly, and their elders naturally didn't have good expressions either.
"What immortal destiny? He's clearly looking for people with spiritual roots. However, this old Daoist isn't just fooling around—it seems he truly wants to take disciples from among these people! Otherwise, he could just randomly pick a few." Han Li watched as the Daoist priest busily checked each young person for spiritual roots, thinking indifferently.
But Han Li felt that the chances of this Daoist priest finding disciples here were slim. Among these fifty or sixty people, the hope of finding someone with spiritual roots was really not great!
Just as Han Li was thinking this, the white-haired Daoist priest suddenly exclaimed loudly:
"This child has immortal destiny! I can take him as my disciple!"
Hearing this, Han Li was stunned. He couldn't help but look toward this person with immortal destiny.
He saw a fair and chubby young man standing blankly in front of Daoist Master Wu, looking completely at a loss.
Beside him was a middle-aged man with a protruding belly, wearing purple silk clothing. He was asking in a tone of utter disbelief:
"Master Wu, does my son Tong Jing really have immortal destiny? You haven't made a mistake, have you?"
This person, who had truly been hit by a huge pie falling from the sky, still couldn't quite believe it. After so many talented young people before him hadn't been chosen, his own good-for-nothing son was actually selected by the Daoist Master at a glance. It was truly like a dream.
"Don't worry, benefactor! I've checked several times, and your son truly possesses the immortal root. He can study the immortal arts together with the little prince." Daoist Master Wu, seeing this, stroked his snow-white beard and said with a smile.
"Thank you, Master Wu! Thank you, Master Wu! Although I'm not extremely wealthy, my family does have some land. Tomorrow, I'll prepare a substantial apprenticeship gift for you! Son, quickly... quickly kowtow and pay respects to your master!" The middle-aged man, after confirming that this was no mistake, was so overjoyed that he nearly danced with happiness. His words became incoherent with excitement.
And those young people who had failed the selection were all dumbfounded.
The person chosen by Daoist Master Wu wasn't that Tong Fatty, who was usually regarded by them as a good-for-nothing glutton!
That this kind of waste actually possessed the immortal root was just too hard to accept!
It wasn't only these young people who thought this way. Their elders also couldn't help exchanging glances, finding it somewhat difficult to accept.
After all, this young man named Tong Jing was famous in their circle for being useless.
Han Li's face didn't show any unusual expression.
Whether a person possessed spiritual roots couldn't be determined by whether they were handsome or pretty, and it had absolutely nothing to do with a person's intelligence or abilities. There was no pattern to it.
Otherwise, before the appearance of immortal cultivation families, the sects wouldn't have had such difficulty finding talented disciples.
However, Han Li was somewhat surprised that among such a small group, they had actually found someone with spiritual roots. It seemed this Daoist priest's luck wasn't bad!
Han Li and the grandfather and granddaughter understood this principle, but the others in the hall didn't.
They began whispering and discussing among themselves.
Some of the more astute people even began to doubt whether this Daoist Master Wu was genuine. This made those who hadn't been tested yet feel hesitant and unwilling to proceed.
As a result, a moment of awkward silence appeared in front of the old Daoist.
Prince Xin, seeing this, looked displeased.
But everyone in the hall was a friend he had known for many years, so he couldn't directly say anything harsh. He could only say to the Daoist priest in a tactful manner:
"Master Wu, everyone here is just an ordinary mortal. Not many have witnessed the true powers of an immortal master. Could you demonstrate again and let us see something amazing?"
Hearing Prince Xin say this, everyone immediately fell silent, all watching to see what the immortal master would say.
The white-haired Daoist priest pondered for a moment, then readily agreed, and told everyone to follow him to the open space in front of the hall.
With the Daoist's words, everyone in the hall "whooshed" and rushed out. Han Li followed casually without much concern.
As for the grandfather and granddaughter, they didn't move, still worried about Han Li's arrangement to meet them!
Outside the hall, the Daoist stood in the center of a large circle formed by the onlookers and began to cast his spell.
He formed hand seals with both hands, stood with his feet flat, and murmured incantations in a low voice. The faint, almost inaudible chanting added a touch of mystery to the atmosphere.
This caused all the onlookers to hold their breath, staring fixedly at every movement of the old Daoist.
Hearing these incantations, Han Li secretly rolled his eyes.
Just then, the old Daoist brought his palms together, then separated them to left and right. A fist-sized, raging fireball floated between his hands, while the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and a wave of heat弥漫了开来。
This was the "Fire Ball Technique" that every cultivator with the fire spiritual root must master.
And this scene, which was most common among cultivators, immediately drew exclamations from the nearby mortals, who cried out in disbelief!
But what followed not only left these mortals stunned, but even Han Li was startled at first.
Because the old Daoist then constantly changed his hand seals, causing the fiery ball to gradually transform before everyone's eyes.
First, wings slowly emerged, then a sharp beak, followed by a pair of delicate claws and a tail. It actually transformed into a small, exquisite firebird.
"Could it be the Fire Bird Technique!"
Seeing this scene, Han Li's nerves tensed instantly, almost unable to believe his eyes.
The Fire Bird Technique was a genuine mid-level introductory spell, one that even Han Li himself hadn't mastered. Yet this old Daoist, who was merely a Qi Condensation stage cultivator, had actually used it right here and now. It was truly hard for him to believe! No wonder Han Li thought he might be seeing things.
But Han Li's surprise lasted only a brief instant.
He soon discovered the huge difference between this firebird and the real Fire Bird Technique.
Although in appearance, this small bird transformed from the fireball looked very similar to the image produced by the Fire Bird Technique, their sizes were vastly different.
The firebird from the Fire Bird Technique would have wings spanning nearly a zhang when spread. But this firebird transformed by the old Daoist remained fist-sized the entire time, incomparable to the real thing.
But what truly convinced Han Li that this was just a "pseudo Fire Bird Technique" was the magical power fluctuation contained within them.
The firebird from the Fire Bird Technique contained destructive power that even a Foundation Establishment cultivator wouldn't dare face head-on. But this small, sparrow-sized firebird had exactly the same magical power fluctuation as when it was just a fireball, without any increase.
It seemed to be purely a transformation!
Having figured this out, Han Li felt both amused and exasperated!
He had almost been fooled by this little trick, which was truly a bit embarrassing!
However, this person's control over flame transformation was truly astonishing! Han Li himself admitted he could never achieve such fine control. He wondered how a Qi Condensation stage cultivator could reach such a level.
The old Daoist's subsequent performance completely confirmed Han Li's thoughts.
The red firebird, which had been flying with spread wings, suddenly swooped down to the ground and transformed into a red pug, running happily around the old Daoist.
Shortly after, the little dog transformed into a fire snake, which then evolved into a small humanoid figure...
This series of astonishing performances left the mortals who had never seen magical transformations completely stunned, their mouths agape!
Until the old Daoist suddenly pointed with his finger, and the final fire horse rushed toward a small cherry tree on the side. The flames erupted, instantly reducing the tree to ashes.
Only then did the old Daoist end his performance.
At this point, the onlookers finally seemed to wake from a dream, desperately shouting "Master Wu!" at the old Daoist.
The doubts they had previously held were already forgotten, and there was no longer a trace of disbelief in their eyes!