Han Li, though a Foundation Stage cultivator, could not possibly refuse the host's kind gesture at this moment. He thus hesitated, slightly embarrassed, and finally accepted it with a polite expression. "Ha ha, Han nephew! This Heart-Protecting Pill is a special formula crafted by Hua brother—something he rarely shares, even with close friends. To present it as a welcome gift today is truly generous of him!" Qin Yan knew that Han Li wouldn't take the medicine seriously, yet still praised his friend to leave a favorable impression in Han Li's mind. The elder looked at Qin Yan with a slightly puzzled expression, unsure of the meaning behind his words. After all, he had offered this exceptionally precious pill to the young man entirely out of goodwill toward Qin Yan. Otherwise, with such a pill worth thousands of gold, he would never have given it to a stranger he had just met. As the elder pondered, wondering what to say, a sharp voice suddenly rang out. "The Princess has arrived!" The call from the attendants instantly silenced the bustling noise in the hall, and everyone turned solemnly to gaze at the side door. Four maids emerged first, standing on either side of the main seat, followed by a man and a woman who came out calmly. The man, a middle-aged man in his forties with a neatly trimmed beard of several inches, had a square face and piercing eyes, exuding an aura of quiet authority even without speaking. The woman, in her early twenties, was strikingly beautiful, dressed in imperial court attire with her long gown flowing to the ground. Upon seeing this, the seated guests rose to pay their respects: "Good morning, Your Grace and Lady!" Since this young lady was not the original consort of the Prince but a recent favorite among the consorts, they could only address her as "Lady." "All of you are dear friends of mine," said the man, "so there's no need for such formality. Please, sit down." Xin Wang's manner and appearance were quite different—straightforward and calm, instantly winning everyone's favor. His favored concubine merely smiled gracefully, saying nothing. Upon hearing this, the others exchanged smiles and then settled into their seats as instructed. "I'm a straightforward person," Xin Wang said, with a warm smile, as soon as he had settled into his seat. "I'll just say what's on my mind!" Secondly, the King has many great benefits he wishes to bestow upon each of you—whether or not you actually receive them will depend entirely on your fortune. This statement from the King completely surprised everyone, causing them all to exchange glances in bewilderment. After gathering them together, it was rare indeed that the King would offer such benefits—how extraordinary this truly was! "Ah, Qing'er—look. Isn't it just as I anticipated? Everyone seems to be as surprised as I expected!" The King, instead of being displeased, smiled gently and leaned slightly toward his beautiful concubine beside him. Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman named Qing'er chuckled lightly and replied in a soft voice: "Your Grace, anyone hearing this would surely be surprised. This very reaction from all of you is quite normal." The King smiled warmly at the woman, stroked his short beard thoughtfully, and then turned back to the slightly embarrassed group, explaining: "You need not be concerned at all!" The truth is, Qing'er's strange illness was actually cured by a renowned master who recently arrived at our court. This master possesses the ability to summon winds and rain, to swallow fire and exhale ice—truly a celestial being. After healing Qing'er, this living deity immediately recognized Prince Li, the young prince of our court, as possessing the innate potential of a true immortal, capable of mastering the arts of immortality. Thus, he took Prince Li under his wing and has decided to send him off to pursue cultivation and spiritual enlightenment. As the Xinhong King spoke, his face could no longer contain his joy, and he beamed with pride. At this, a stout man in the hall suddenly exclaimed, "A cultivator—indeed, is this person the very one who is said to be the legendary cultivator?" The announcement immediately stirred the entire hall. Though cultivators remain profoundly mysterious to ordinary people, all present were neither ordinary citizens nor strangers to the tales. Indeed, many of them had heard of such stories, and some even traced their lineage back to encounters with wandering cultivators. Even now, there has been a persistent rumor circulating outside the palace that immortal cultivators reside and guard the imperial court, which has made the public deeply reverent toward them. Now, hearing that the Xing Prince has arrived with such a living immortal, most of the guests in the hall are visibly excited. Qin Yan is startled upon hearing this and instinctively turns to glance at Han Li. Yet Han Li's face remains unchanged, showing no signs of reaction. Seeing this, Qin Yan decides not to press further and instead turns back to listen to the Prince's next words. With the guests all astonished by his remarks, the Prince chuckles and continues: "I have indeed asked this master about his identity, and he confirms he is an immortal cultivator. Moreover, under my specific invitation, he has agreed to stay with us for several additional months, offering guidance on health and wellness practices." I learned from casual conversation that this celestial being has come to the mortal world specifically to recruit disciples with a divine destiny. Upon hearing this, I immediately thought of all of you. Thus, I have summoned your noble nephews and nieces here—this master is equally open to both male and female disciples. Shortly, I will invite Master Wu out so that everyone may meet him in person. As for whether they will be fortunate enough to be chosen, that will depend entirely on their own divine fate. While the earlier part of my words only stirred admiration among the gathered guests, the latter remarks from the King of Xin were like a massive pie suddenly dropped upon their heads—bringing each of them profound delight and surprise. A wave of heartfelt gratitude and appreciation rose instantly. Ah, the immortal cultivators! These are truly living deities among mortals. It is said that once they achieve cultivation mastery, they may live for several hundred years, even mastering divine arts and spells! If any of your nephews or nieces happen to succeed in becoming disciples, that would indeed be an invaluable support. Han Li still looked呆呆 and expressionless on his face, though something unusual had now begun to stir within him. When the Xin King first mentioned the living immortals, Han Li had thought he had finally located the traces of the magicians. But now, hearing that the Xin King intended to actively recruit disciples, it simply didn't make sense. How could a cultivator who had infiltrated another nation to cause disruption suddenly emerge so boldly? Wasn't that just setting himself up as a target? Unless this cultivator was... Han Li was pondering this as the excitement of the crowd surged. Finally, the living immortal appeared with dignified grace in the hall. Dressed in a gray robe, with white hair and beard, and a rosy complexion like that of a newborn infant, he was exactly as described in the legends. Even before performing any spell, most of the present guests had already begun to believe in him. Yet when Han Li studied the immortal closely—so lifelike, almost as if he were a painting—he found himself at a loss for words. This young cultivator, barely at the fifth or sixth layer of Qi cultivation, could easily be crushed by a mere finger-tip gesture from Han Li. Yet, despite his relatively modest status, these prominent figures among the common folk were all gathering around him, constantly flattery and seeking his favor, hoping he would take their sons and nephews as disciples. Even Qin Yan, standing before Han Li, felt a growing sense of eagerness, while the younger members behind him looked visibly anxious, fearing that if they delayed, their spiritual connections would be snatched away by others. As Qin Yan hesitated, Han Li's voice suddenly reached his ears. "Don't worry—this man is no one from the Magician School! As for whether your grandchildren should become disciples of this one, that's entirely up to you. I'm merely safeguarding the safety of your Qin family. Though, as for this master's cultivation level—ah-ha!" With a few sharp chuckles, Han Li's voice faded away. Qin was taken aback and quickly glanced around, only to find that no one else seemed to have heard his words. The elderly man named Hua still looked utterly astonished, asking why he hadn't asked the young disciples to try their fates before the Immortal Master. He also expressed growing realization, saying, "It's no wonder he couldn't cure his chronic illness—now he's truly a master of healing! They are indeed cultivators!" After saying this, the elder paid no further attention to Qin and his companions, and moved straight toward the white-haired old master. His two grandchildren and granddaughters followed close behind. (Hehe, everyone pay close attention! Now, there's no longer a limit of three monthly tickets per book—any number of tickets per book is welcome. Starting from noon on the 28th, all monthly tickets will be doubled! 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