At the hour of Chen, the sun was high in the sky.

  On Emotionless Peak, tens of thousands of disciples gathered.

  Among those coming and going were cultivators riding dragons and cranes, many exuding an ethereal and immortal aura!

  Some disciples stood still, others stood with their hands behind their backs atop ancient trees, or flew on swords, each with different expressions and actions. Yet all their gazes were fixed on the high platform not far away.

  On the high platform sat seven cultivators of varying ages and genders, all seated in an orderly fashion.

  Each of them exuded a subtle pressure, commanding respect without anger!

  Supreme Emotionless Peak!

  Supreme Undefeated Peak!

  Supreme Pill Peak!

  Supreme Limitless Peak!

  Supreme Heavenly Secrets Peak!

  Supreme Lying Ox Peak!

  Supreme Mysterious Capital Peak!

  The peak masters of the seven lineages of the Supreme Sect were all present!

  Looking at the gathered disciples, Lv Qingmei smiled and spoke to Gu Liangyuan:

  "I remember the last time Emotionless Peak was this lively was when Martial Uncle first joined the peak."

  Gu Liangyuan sighed with emotion, "Yes, in the blink of an eye, seven or eight years have passed."

  The red-haired burly man from Pill Peak asked in a booming voice, "What kind of disciple did Martial Uncle take on to cause such a mystery, without even showing them in advance?"

  Gu Liangyuan smiled slightly, "The time hasn't come yet, why rush?"

  Hearing Gu Liangyuan's response, the peak masters stopped asking and waited quietly.

  The disciples below, however, couldn't contain their curiosity, gathering in groups of three or five, discussing something.

  The subject of their discussion was naturally the protagonist of this apprenticeship ceremony.

  "When you said Martial Uncle Ancestor reached Nascent Soul in a day, I didn't believe it. But when I sensed the Nascent Soul pressure from Martial Uncle Ancestor, I was completely convinced."

  "I remember seeing Martial Uncle Ancestor half a month ago, and now they're like a completely different person."

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  "Before, although their appearance was outstanding, they always seemed a bit unserious. But now, every gesture is filled with an inexplicable aura that commands admiration."

  "You're absolutely right. This aura is different from pressure; I can't quite describe the feeling. But even if Martial Uncle Ancestor does nothing, just standing there makes them seem extraordinary."

  "Perhaps this is Martial Uncle Ancestor's true nature."

  "Indeed, after lying dormant for tens of thousands of years, Emotionless Peak is truly about to rise."

  As they discussed, an untimely voice suddenly interjected:

  "Don't be so optimistic. It's too early to talk about a rise."

  Hearing this, everyone turned their heads. Seeing the person wearing elite disciple attire, they hurriedly asked:

  "Senior Brother, why do you say that?"

  The person, eager to show off his knowledge, replied:

  "Emotionless Peak has had its share of talented individuals over the years. But no matter what, they always get stuck at the peak of Nascent Soul, unable to advance to Soul Transformation."

  "Generation after generation, it's like a curse."

  "If Gu Liang Martial Uncle Ancestor can break this curse, then Emotionless Peak will truly rise."

  An older disciple, recalling the rumors about Emotionless Peak, exclaimed in surprise:

  "Huh, that's true."

  "Ah? How could this be? Is there any explanation?"

  The older disciple shook his head and looked at the elite disciple:

  "Senior Brother, do you know the reason?"

  The elite disciple shook his head: "I only know it might be related to the Demon Race."

  The disciples looked at each other, puzzled.

  One disciple changed the topic:

  "These things are too far from us. Let's focus on the present. I wonder which lucky person will become the chief disciple of Emotionless Peak."

  Hearing this, everyone's eyes filled with envy.

  Disciples of the Holy Land are divided into five types: outer disciples, inner disciples, elite disciples, personal disciples, and Holy Sons or Daughters.

  Outer disciples need not be elaborated on; they often don't receive true teachings from the Holy Land and can only find some divine abilities and techniques in the Scripture Repository, completing sect tasks for cultivation resources.

  When outer disciples reach a certain level, they can participate in a grand competition to join one of the seven peaks as inner disciples, receiving a fixed monthly stipend.

  Even after joining one of the seven peaks, cultivation still depends on oneself. If fortune favors them, they might receive guidance from a peak master.

  If a peak master believes a disciple has potential, they may take them on as a personal disciple, teaching them personally.

  However, between inner disciples and personal disciples, there's a special group known as elite disciples.

  They are often much stronger than inner disciples, perhaps due to talent or temperament, making them unsuitable to inherit the lineage. Therefore, they are only nominally under a peak master, enjoying relative freedom.

  Finally, there are the Holy Sons and Daughters. The personal disciples of the seven peaks compete, and the most outstanding few become candidates for the next generation's sect leader of the Supreme Holy Land.

  These candidates are called Holy Sons or Holy Daughters.

  This ensures the Holy Land's enduring prosperity.

  Outer disciples must overcome many hurdles to become personal disciples. But the lucky one taken on by Gu Liangyuan becomes a personal disciple directly, naturally arousing their envy.

  Moreover, as the chief disciple of Emotionless Peak, there's a high probability of inheriting the peak in the future!

  It's not an exaggeration to call it a meteoric rise!

  They truly wanted to see what kind of extraordinary talent this lucky person possessed.

  Amidst the anticipation, the ceremonial elder of the Holy Land calculated with his fingers. Sensing the auspicious time had arrived, he gathered his energy in his dantian and announced loudly:

  "The auspicious time has arrived, summon the ancestral holy image!"

  The voice boomed like thunder, echoing over Emotionless Peak, lingering for a long time.

  The discussions on the field ceased at that moment.

  Under the gaze of all, Lv Qingmei raised her hand, and a massive painting, three meters square, hung in the air.

  The painting depicted a white-browed, white-bearded Daoist, holding a horsetail whisk, riding backward on a green ox, with an expression of carefree ease, vividly lifelike.

  Behind him, a purple aura stretched thirty thousand meters, showcasing immense divine power.

  Gu Liangyuan had seen this painting before, but his memory hadn't awakened then, so he didn't think much of it.

  But now, why did it seem so familiar?

  Taishang... Grand Supreme Elderly Lord?

  However, before Gu Liangyuan could think further, the ceremonial elder's voice interrupted again:

  "Where is Qian Qiu?"

  As the words fell, Qian Qiu in the crowd took several deep breaths, suppressing the nervousness in her heart, and walked step by step toward the high platform.

  Initially, no one paid much attention until Qian Qiu stood before the ancestral painting, and only then did everyone notice her.

  The reason was simple: at this moment, Qian Qiu's appearance and other traits were too ordinary.

  Someone spoke with disappointment:

  "I thought Martial Uncle Ancestor was taking on some prodigious figure, but this appearance, this aura, is really unimpressive."

  "Indeed, as a cultivator, her appearance is even less remarkable than ordinary mortals, it's somewhat..."

  "Wait! What cultivator, this is just a mere mortal!"

  "Huh, I feel like I've seen this person somewhere before..."

  "I remember now, isn't she a servant in our Holy Land?"

  "Her name should be Qian Qiu, she used to have a scar on her forehead, which Martial Uncle Ancestor must have healed."

  "A servant?"

  "Huh, I was once a servant disciple, and I remember this Qian Qiu. If I'm not mistaken, she has no spiritual roots and can't cultivate, right?"

  "What? No spiritual roots?"

  At these words, everyone was in an uproar!