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Chapter 1057 - Chapter 1057 Chapter 659 The adult is already waiting for the

Chapter 1057: Chapter 659: The adult is already waiting for the two of you Chapter 1057: Chapter 659: The adult is already waiting for the two of you Additionally, allowing them to come was a way of providing them with an opportunity.

Otherwise, if there was no intention to meet, one could simply send them away or outright reject them without such ambiguity, clearly intending to test them, or at the very least, putting on airs.

After all, that was the Master of the Holy Land, a senior among seniors, whereas they were merely juniors.

It is unreasonable everywhere for juniors wanting to see their seniors to expect the seniors to eagerly come out to meet them, and it’s even more impossible, not even among seniors who respect learned juniors.

However… the responsibility is great and the journey is long.

Sighing, he dismissed the thought of having the little rabbit make an introduction. After saying their farewells to the Taiyin Moon Rabbit, Sanzang and Shenming quickly walked toward the direction indicated on the guide.

Although uncertain how often the person responsible for guiding appears, it is always better to be quicker rather than slower.

The Taiyin Moon Rabbit, though wholly focused on cooking mutton soup, had eyes as clear as spring water that were unusually alert and saw everything clearly.

“If I’m not mistaken, what Sanzang and Sister Shenming are holding looks like the registration guide for the Sacred Land selection… What is going on? They are Golden Burial Officers… Could it be… Sanzang and Sister Shenming are planning to desert the Burial Domain?”

Watching the figures of Sanzang and Shenming departing one after the other, the Taiyin Moon Rabbit furrowed its brows, its rabbit brain swiftly pondering countless reasons and situations, yet ultimately none seemed reliable enough, and it just shook its not-so-clever head, focusing on preparing the mutton soup in front of it.

Forget about it.

After all, with Lord Willow God around, no matter what it is, every issue is akin to encountering water with soil to absorb it, meeting soldiers with generals to intercept them–easily resolved.

“Mutton soup, mutton soup for sale, fresh and tasty mutton soup…”

Liu Village, the hill behind.

Hearing the little rabbit’s muttered words passing by his ears, Jiang Hui couldn’t help but hold back a chuckle, rubbing the tip of his pen, trusting himself considerably as the little rabbit did, no wonder it was almost caught and turned into a roasted whole rabbit when it was in the ruins because of this same “silliness” that others couldn’t imitate.

It was precisely because of this silliness that the other could have joined the Holy Land and became one of his followers, achieving such a high Faith Value in such a short time.

“Sir, did you think of something amusing that made you smile so happily?”

To the side, on a mountain path adorned with lush grass, Willow God slowly walked up, dressed in a light gauze Luo skirt. Her skirt fluttered lightly with her steps, like drifting clouds and mist, her graceful figure swaying like willow branches, her long hair like a waterfall fluttering in the wind, a jade hairpin adding a touch of Immortal Qi among her black hair.

At the moment, her lips carried a tender smile, her eyebrows like a new crescent, gently raising with affection as she gazed at Jiang Hui.

“I just suddenly recalled a funny incident,” said Jiang Hui, stepping forward and pulling the woman into his embrace.

“By the way, there is something I need to discuss with you.”

“Oh? Please speak, sir,” the woman replied, her eyes watery and her words gentle.

“The Burial Domain has sent two Golden Burial Officers here, and I don’t know what for?”

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Sanzang and Shenming were swift.

They had not been traveling for long.

A row of green bricks built into a two-story brick-tile house suddenly came into view of the two Golden Burial Officers.

There was nothing particularly extraordinary about the tunnel, just ordinary green bricks and green tiles, the only advantage being a private courtyard, quiet and serene, no need to worry about anyone suddenly coming over to disturb.

“Willow Sacred Land has really gone all out, huh? Can it be that anyone who comes to register for the selection gets to stay in such a small courtyard temporarily?” Sanzang muttered.

There was no need to keep watching, just by the number of people in line today, one could easily guess the popularity of the registration. It was a spectacle rarely seen in the Immortal Domain across several eras. Those who came for the selection, regardless of their talents and capabilities, perhaps included at least eight out of every ten who could move, whether they had masters or not.

With such a massive number, The Master of Liu Village naturally couldn’t select them all. If that were the case, the Willow Sacred Land wouldn’t seem so outstanding and sacred in everyone’s eyes. It was just unknown how strict the selection criteria were.

He pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind.

Sanzang and Shen Ming each returned to their respective courtyards, waiting for the person who would lead them.

Thus, time passed quickly for several days.

It was not until the sunset on the seventh day, when the fiery red glow spilled over the corner of the courtyard, that someone finally knocked on the door.

“The two of you, it’s time to depart.” The Banished Immortal, clad in a white robe, had his hem fluttering in the wind, as if carrying the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth. His demeanor exuded an air of transcendence from the mundane, and his eyes, as deep as the stars, attracted not a speck of dust.

Even Shen Ming and Sanzang subconsciously paused.

Most cultivators possess an Ethereal Daoist Aura, especially those from the Immortal Domain, even more so. Even though they, being Burial Priests and derived from dead bones that had achieved the Dao, still had pleasant appearances.

But to be honest.

Like this one, who seemed as though he might ascend to heaven in broad daylight at any moment, they had truly never seen such a person before, and it was perhaps a bit too mystical.

Following behind him was a large procession of beings, diverse in number and race but all maintaining a human form.

At a glance, these creatures had vibrant life force, as radiant as the blazing sun, and a decent foundation, likely competitors from the same batch as themselves.

But if all of this batch’s competitors were like this, they instantly felt at ease.

These diversely raced beings were indeed passable but not top-notch prodigies.

As the two of them were pondering this, the apparently ordinary Banished Immortal suddenly spoke, “Friends from the Burial Domain, according to our assessments, you’ve already reached the threshold of half-step Burial King. To achieve the level of prospective Burial King in such a short time, there is no need for you to take part in the competition …”

This statement shocked Sanzang and Shen Ming, for it was not as they had expected.

Most importantly.

How had he perceived their prospective Burial King capabilities?

Identifying them as Burial Priests might be barely justified, being enveloped in an aura of death, and no matter how well they hid it, they would inevitably differ from the creatures of the Ten Thousand Clans in the Immortal Domain. That was expected and understandable.

But Cultivation Realm was different. Compared to their inherent aura as Burial Priests, this was much easier to conceal, not to mention they carried ancestral objects capable of blocking detection.

Sanzang and Shen Ming did not believe that this seemingly youthful Banished Immortal had seen through their disguise.

It could only be that someone … or something in the area assigned to house the registrants was cloaked by a treasure that could see through all deceptions.

“Since there’s no need for us to undergo the assessment … does that mean we can meet The Master of Liu Village now?”

In the end, it was Sanzang who reacted quicker and immediately inquired further.

The Banished Immortal smiled gently, like bathing in the spring breeze, and then nodded slightly, extending a hand in a gesture of invitation.

“Please come with me, the Master has been waiting for the two of you …”