A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 289: Immortal Technique

Although the young girl’s delicate face was full of disbelief, she also knew that her grandfather would not speak nonsense, and her heart was filled with extreme shock! She could only force herself to stop looking in Han Li’s direction.

Han Li saw that he had given the other party a small lesson but hadn’t truly hurt them, and he was quite satisfied.

At this moment, his lips moved slightly, sending a voice transmission.

Immediately, the old man in the blue robe heard Han Li’s voice in his ear.

“After leaving Prince Xin’s Mansion later, don’t rush to leave. Wait for me at the back gate of the mansion. I have something to ask you!”

Han Li’s voice was filled with an unquestionable command, causing the old man to pause, inwardly cursing his luck.

“Rarely does such an expert refuse to let these grandfather and grandson go. Could he have another motive? But fortunately, he doesn’t seem to be ruthless, so it’s probably not dangerous. And being able to connect with a foundation establishment stage cultivator is perhaps a rare opportunity for the family to revive.”

The old man in the blue robe consoled himself with these thoughts, his heart restless and tormented.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled slightly and once again turned his attention back to the white-haired old Taoist.

At this time, Immortal Master Wu had already examined most of the crowd but had yet to find a person with immortal affinity.

Those young people who were declared to have no affinity could only return to their seats dejectedly, and their elders naturally wore sour expressions.

“What immortal affinity? This is obviously looking for those with spiritual roots. But this old Taoist isn’t foolish—he truly wants to recruit disciples from among these people. Otherwise, he could have randomly picked a few,” Han Li thought indifferently, watching the Taoist happily examine each young person’s spiritual root.

However, Han Li felt that the Taoist’s chances of recruiting disciples here weren’t very high. Among these fifty or sixty people, the hope of finding someone with a spiritual root was slim!

Just as Han Li thought this, the white-haired Taoist suddenly shouted:

“This one has immortal affinity! I can take him as my disciple!”

Han Li was stunned by these words and involuntarily looked toward the young man with the immortal affinity.

There stood a fair and chubby young man, dazed and at a loss before Immortal Master Wu.

Next to him was a middle-aged man with a big belly, dressed in purple silk clothes, wearing a face full of disbelief as he questioned:

“Immortal Master, does my son Tong Jing really have immortal affinity? Are you sure it’s not a mistake?”

This man, who had just been hit by a huge windfall, still couldn’t believe it. Among so many talented young people, none were chosen, yet his lazy son was singled out by the Immortal Master’s eyes, making him feel like he was dreaming.

“Hehe, don’t worry, benefactor! I have checked several times. Your son indeed possesses a spiritual root and can study immortal techniques alongside the young prince,” Immortal Master Wu said with a smile, stroking his snow-white beard.

“Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you, Immortal Master! Although I am not wealthy or noble, my family has some humble land. Tomorrow, I will surely prepare a hefty gift to honor the master’s acceptance of discipleship! Son, quickly... quickly kowtow to the Immortal Master and formally accept him as your master!” The middle-aged man was so sure of the matter that he was almost dancing with joy, speaking incoherently.

Those young people who had been rejected all stared blankly.

The person chosen by Immortal Master Wu was none other than Fatty Tong, the one they often considered a good-for-nothing!

It was too hard to accept that such a useless person had a spiritual root.

Not only did the young people think this way, but their elders also looked at each other, feeling it was somewhat unbelievable.