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Chapter 6092 The Worthy Has Arrived
The audience immediately got excited.
“He’s Zhou Meng, the Iron-Fist Sage! A sixth-stage Immortal Realm cultivator, I heard he can destroy a small mountain with a single punch!”
“The Iron-Armed Hermit? Is he the one who fights in underground boxing matches? Interesting.”
Zhou Meng stepped to the first stone pillar, took a deep breath, and placed his large, fan-like hand on top of the pillar.
The pattern on the pillars lit up one by one, and the light slowly rose from below.
One box… two boxes… three boxes…
When it reached the fourth level, the light stopped, and no matter how much Zhou Meng tried to activate his immortal power, the light could not rise any higher.
The audience burst out laughing.
“Four boxes? That’s not even half of it!”
“You think you can embarrass yourself with such meager skills? Go back and train for another hundred years!”
Zhou Meng’s face turned red. He slammed his palm against the pillar, turned around, jumped off the stage, and slipped into the crowd without looking back.
“Next!” shouted the blue-clad waiter.
A young man in a brocade robe jumped onto the stage.
He has fair skin, holds a folding fan, and has the aura of a romantic and talented scholar.
“That’s the young master of Zhouji Trading Company! What is he doing here, a businessman?”
“Don’t underestimate him. Young Master Zhou is a true fifth-level Upper Immortal. It’s said that he was discovered to have high-grade spiritual roots since he was a child.”
Young Master Zhou calmly walked to the first pillar, closed his folding fan, and gently pressed his slender fingers on the pillar.
A light shone.
One box, two boxes, three boxes, four boxes, five boxes…
Upon reaching the sixth level, the lights began to flicker erratically. After struggling for a moment, they finally stopped between the sixth and seventh levels.
Zhou Shaodong’s expression stiffened slightly.
“Six and a half levels? That’s still a long way off!”
“Hahaha, Young Master Zhou, you are so delicate and fragile, you should go home and finish your business!”
Young Master Zhou coughed softly, pretending to be calm as he withdrew his hand and slightly bowed towards the stretcher, saying, “I am just an ordinary scholar, and dare not abuse your abilities.” After that, he quickly got off the stage.
Laughter erupted again.
The third person to take the stage was a thin old man with white hair and beard. He claimed to have lived a life of asceticism for three hundred years and lived in seclusion.
Everyone thought it was amazing, but the first pillar only lit up five bars, and the second pillar only lit up three bars.
“Grandpa, you’re so old, why are you still looking for a husband? Go home and hug your grandchildren!”
“Maybe he’s still as enthusiastic as ever despite his age? Hahaha!”
The old man slipped away from the stage.
The fourth, the fifth, the sixth…
One by one the monks took to the stage, only to then shyly leave.
Some couldn’t even get past the first pillar five squares away, while others barely made it past the first pillar, but the second pillar was a complete failure.
The worst case scenario is that after trying all four pillars, only ten bars are lit, and he is booed off the stage by the audience.
“Does anyone else want to try?” asked the green-clad waitress, her voice already starting to sound impatient.
Whispers spread among the crowd, but no one answered.
“The Chen family’s threshold is too high. To surpass two-thirds of the Four Pillars of Destiny, how extraordinary is that talent?”
“That’s right. The strength of the first pillar of immortal power exceeding two-thirds means the purity of the immortal power is at least at the seventh rank of the Upper Immortal Realm.”
The second pillar of immortal strength tests the capacity of the dantian and the endurance of the meridians; this is not something that can be done by those without extraordinary talent.
The third pillar is physical strength; cultivators who specialize in physical training may have a chance.
The power of the fourth pillar of the bloodline—it was truly mysterious. Which ordinary cultivator possessed such a bloodline?
“So, Miss Chen doesn’t want to get married at all. She’s setting such high standards just to improve her own image.”
“That’s not entirely true. When Miss Lin was choosing a husband, didn’t she set similar requirements? In the end, she still fell for the third young master of the Zhou family, didn’t she?”
“The third young master of the Zhou family is a true genius. He reached the eighth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm before he was even a hundred years old. He is said to possess some kind of ancient bloodline. How easy will it be for Miss Chen to find a husband like him?”
The discussion went up and down.
Ming Li shook his head after hearing this: “The Fourteenth Heaven is indeed full of talented people, but even so, the conditions for this Miss Chen are too harsh.”
Liu Qianqian said, “Chen Wanqing, the eldest daughter of the Chen family, is said to be extremely beautiful and skilled in alchemy. How could she possibly be interested in an ordinary man?”
However, he had been stuck at the eighth rank of the Upper Immortal Realm for many years and was unable to break through that rank, so he had no choice but to find a Daoist partner through the method of marriage.
Although the requirements are high, it is not impossible for everyone; at least, the young master of the Wu family in Yunxian City has the ability to meet them.
“The eldest son of the Wu family?” Ming Li asked curiously.
Just as Liu Qianqian was about to explain, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd.
“Move aside! Young Master Wu is here!”
The crowd parted to either side like a tidal wave, making way for a passageway.
A young man approached with his hands behind his back.
He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a handsome face and clear eyes. He wore a robe as pure white as the moon, and a jade pendant hung from his waist, swaying gently with his steps.
His footsteps were not fast, but each step was rhythmic, and his aura was restrained and profound, as if he were one with heaven and earth.
“Really Young Master Wu!”
“Wu Lingyun, the eldest son of the Wu family! What brings him here?”
“With Young Master Wu personally taking care of Miss Chen’s marriage proposal, what chance does anyone else have?”
“I heard that Young Master Wu has already become a ninth-rank Immortal, even though he’s not even 120 years old. He’s truly a genius!”
Wu Lingyun ignored the surrounding conversations and walked straight towards the arena without looking sideways.
He walked at a leisurely pace, as if he were not there to participate in a marriage contest, but rather to inspect his own backyard.
The eight green-clothed maidservants subconsciously lowered their heads, and even the curtains of the eight-treasure glass palanquin seemed to move slightly.
Wu Lingyun stepped into the arena, stood with her hands behind her back in front of the four pillars, and glanced indifferently at the crowd below, a thin smile on her lips.
“Finally, a good person has come,” someone muttered softly.
Wu Lingyun didn’t test it directly, but first nodded slightly towards the stretcher: “Miss Chen, I apologize for my interruption by coming today.”
After a moment of silence in the palanquin, a clear and cold female voice sounded: “It is an honor for the Chen family that Young Master Wu is willing to come.”
Wu Lingyun smiled, then turned and walked towards the first stone pillar.