The Eternal Number One Genius

The voice from the communication jade token abruptly stopped, but the central square of Qingshan Town fell into an even more eerie silence.

Everyone had heard it clearly. The sect leader of the Taiyi Immortal Sect had just said, no matter what conditions Ye Chuan proposed, they would agree to all of them.

What? Was this still about recruiting disciples?

It was like handing the entire Taiyi Immortal Sect over to him.

Not even a desperate suck-up would go this far.

The disciple responsible for registration held his brush, looked down at the word "mortal physique" he had just written on the roster, and felt those two characters were particularly glaring.

He hesitated for a moment, then silently tore out the entire page.

Better not leave any trace.

If Ye Chuan ever became a holy son of the Immortal Sect and someone flipped through this record, he—the registering disciple—would be the first to suffer.

The cultivators around who had been participating in the assessment also fell silent.

Those who had mocked Ye Chuan earlier were now pale-faced, terrified that Ye Chuan might suddenly recall what they had said.

Especially those whose cultivation had been crippled.

They knelt on the ground, feeling their empty dantian, their faces filled only with confusion and fear.

"My cultivation..."

"How is it gone?"

"I've cultivated for over three hundred years. Why can't I feel even a trace of spiritual energy?"

They couldn't understand.

From start to finish, Ye Chuan hadn't raised a hand or even glanced at them much, yet their foundations had simply disappeared.

"..." Ye Chuan glanced over but didn't react much.

He had only slightly released a bit of his own aura, and these people’s mental states were too weak to withstand even the aftermath.

As for losing their cultivation...

Ye Chuan thought it wasn't a bad thing.

Immortal cultivation was too dangerous.

Fighting others, exploring secret realms—every one of those things risked your life. Being an ordinary person was actually much safer.

He was just too kind-hearted.

Lan Xiaoke clearly agreed with him. Hugging Ye Chuan's arm, she whispered, "This way, they don’t have to cultivate anymore. They can just stay home and sleep every day."

When the people around heard this, their expressions became even more complicated.

Those whose cultivation had been crippled nearly spat blood again.

They didn't have Lan Xiaoke's situation or Ye Chuan to support them. Once they became mortals, the enemies they had made in the past would likely come knocking soon.

But regrets were useless now.

The several elders paid no attention to those people. They stood beside Ye Chuan, their demeanor far more respectful than before.

"Master Ye, the sect leader and the peak masters are on their way. Please wait a moment."

Ye Chuan nodded.

He had planned to go to the Taiyi Immortal Sect anyway, so waiting a little while was no problem.

Hu Li stood on the other side, looking up at the golden list that stretched across the sky. Her eyes still held clear astonishment.

She knew her boss was strong.

But witnessing the world’s genius list collapse and rearrange itself for him alone still felt incredibly surreal.

That’s the boss for you!

Lan Xiaoke, on the other hand, quickly lost interest.

She pulled out a bag of chips from her storage space, first offered one to Ye Chuan, then started munching on them herself.

"How long do we have to wait?"

"Shouldn’t be long."

"Is there a stool over there? I’m tired of standing."

Ye Chuan looked at her.

From the end of the test until now, this girl hadn’t been standing for more than a tea’s worth of time.

Still, Ye Chuan casually used his Word Spirit to create a cloud chair and let Lan Xiaoke sit for a while.

When the people nearby saw this, their eyes turned even stranger.

An unparalleled, world-shaking genius who had just triggered a heaven-and-earth phenomenon covering the Eastern Wastelands—yet here he was, doting on a useless girl.

It seemed quite mismatched.

But Lan Xiaoke was clearly used to it. She slumped softly into the chair, and after a few seconds, she suddenly said to Ye Chuan, "Ye Chuan, let’s use this one!"

The next second, Ye Chuan’s hand knife knocked her on the head.

Not long after.

A long, ethereal celestial sound suddenly rang out above Qingshan Town, followed by a vast green celestial road unfurling from the clouds.

Dozens of figures stepped through the air along that road.

Every single one of them had an aura far surpassing that of the Celestial Immortal elder who had overseen the assessment earlier; at the very least, they were at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level.

The leader was an old man in a gray-white robe.

His aura seemed ordinary, but law lotuses bloomed beneath his feet with every step, and the very space around them yielded to his presence.

"Bow to the Sect Leader!"

The disciples of Taiyi Immortal Sect all bent in salute.

The other cultivators in Qingshan Town also lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at this powerhouse who had ruled over the Southern Domain of the Eastern Wastelands for tens of thousands of years!

Upon landing in the center of the square, Lu Taixu paid no attention to the crowd.

From the moment he appeared, his gaze had been fixed on Ye Chuan.

Young.

Too young.

A bone age of only twenty years, a life aura so pure it was nearly unbelievable—he was definitely not some reincarnated old monster.

But the more Lu Taixu looked, the more shocked he became.

The power inside Ye Chuan was like a boundless, dark golden ocean. Even a sliver of it made his immortal soul instinctively tremble.

Was this a Golden Immortal?

Lu Taixu had never seen a Golden Immortal with such terrifying aura.

Lu Taixu suppressed the turmoil in his heart and took the initiative to clasp his hands toward Ye Chuan.

“I am Lu Taixu, the sect master of the Taiyi Immortal Sect.”

“Young friend, you have triggered the rearrangement of the Heavenly Pride List, unmatched in talent across the ages. Would you be willing to enter my Taiyi Immortal Sect for cultivation?”

Behind him, several peak masters could barely contain themselves.

A white-robed elder carrying a sword on his back stepped forward first, his gaze burning as he fixed it on Ye Chuan.

“I am the Sword Peak Master, a late-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal.”

“Young friend, your sword intent is concealed within. If you are willing to take me as your master, all the sword techniques and immortal swords of Sword Peak will be yours to choose from.”

A red-haired elder beside him immediately shot him a glare.

“Which eye of yours detected sword intent in him?”

“Young friend, the vast sea of blood energy within you clearly makes you more suited for my Divine Flame Peak. I can personally forge an immortal body for you.”

“Forge an immortal body, you say?”

A blue-dressed beauty let out a cold laugh. “With talent like his, do you think he needs your forging? Don’t ruin his perfectly good foundation.”

“Ye Chuan, young friend, come to my Heavenly Waters Peak.”

“Our peak doesn’t have many rigid rules. Immortal pools, divine springs, and cultivation caves—you can pick any of them. On top of that, our peak has many female disciples.”

When she said that last sentence, her gaze flickered meaningfully across Lan Xiaoke and Fox Li.

Before Ye Chuan could speak, Lan Xiaoke hugged his neck tightly and shot a wary look at the blue-dressed beauty.

“What about having lots of female disciples?”

“Ye Chuan doesn’t need that!”

Fox Li stood beside her, nodding lightly.

“The boss doesn’t lack people around him.”

The blue-dressed beauty paused, then couldn’t help but laugh.

“Relax, I was just saying that the Heavenly Waters Peak has a good environment. I don’t mean to steal him from you.”

“Really?”

Lan Xiaoke was still somewhat suspicious.

“Really.”

The various peak masters kept throwing out offers. Some were willing to produce ten-thousand-year-old immortal elixirs they had hoarded, others directly offered the position of peak master successor, and some said that upon joining their peak, Ye Chuan wouldn’t need to take a master and could interact with the peak master as an equal.

The young cultivators around them were completely stunned.

For the sake of just one spot as an outer disciple, they had prepared years in advance, even draining their family savings to buy elixirs.

But here, with Ye Chuan, the various peak masters of the Taiyi Immortal Sect were actually competing to give him the entire peak.

The gap between different people—it was truly too great.

Lu Taixu listened for a while before finally clearing his throat.

“Everyone, quiet down.”

The few peak masters, though unwilling, temporarily stopped.

Lu Taixu looked back at Ye Chuan, his tone turning much more serious.

“Young friend, your talent has surpassed what the rest of us can comprehend.”

“To be honest, considering the cultivation level of anyone in the Taiyi Immortal Sect, none of them is qualified to be your teacher.”

Hearing this, the faces of several peak masters shifted slightly, yet none spoke in refutation.

The immortal spirit stone had already given its answer:

Unmatched across the ages, peerless in the world!

If such a person took them as a master, the one truly benefiting would be them.

Lu Taixu continued, “Therefore, on behalf of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, I invite you, young friend, to become the sect’s holy son.”

“The holy son’s position is equal to that of the peak masters. All inheritances, treasure vaults, and cultivation grounds will be fully open to you, with no need to take anyone as a master.”

“And if in the future you are willing, the seat of sect master can also be passed directly to you.”

Once again, sharp gasps filled the square.

Ye Chuan hadn’t even officially joined the Taiyi Immortal Sect, yet they had already promised him the position of future sect master in advance!

It was crystal clear: the Taiyi Immortal Sect intended to nurture Ye Chuan as their greatest trump card for the days to come.