The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 2203: I Want to Be My Master’s Backer!
Five hundred years old?
Above Immortal?
"The conditions aren’t too harsh."
Selah Ellison Venerable One smiled and said, "These are just the minimum requirements to sign up for the examination, not a guarantee that meeting them will make you an Immortal Hall Disciple." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Spencer Steele stood behind Carson Flores, looking at the towering giant ship in the distance, his gaze flickering, deep in thought.
Selah Ellison Venerable One teased, "You meet the conditions too, why not give it a try?"
Carson Flores shook his head without hesitation, "Forget it, being free and easy like now is much better. Why go into the Myriad Immortals Palace? It’s not worth it."
After watching for a while, they prepared to head back to the inn. Spencer Steele suddenly said, "There’s not much to do at the inn, I want to wander around more."
"Alright, contact me anytime if you need anything."
Spencer Steele was already at Great Land Supreme level and was in Tianyu City. Carson Flores wasn’t worried she’d get into trouble, so he confidently nodded and agreed.
Spencer Steele saw Carson Flores agree, and her secretly worried heart was instantly relieved.
She wanted to sign up!
She wanted to become an Immortal Hall Disciple, so she could protect her master!
Previously, the Three Saints Sect dealt with the Thunder Immortal Realm, leaving Carson Flores quite helpless. It took a lot to resolve it. Now, upon arriving at the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain, there were even more powerful sects and strong individuals.
Just having arrived, Carson Flores was already planning to target Green Bird City, venture into Secret Realms, and seize the Harmony Spring. It can be predicted that Carson Flores would inevitably conflict with Green Bird City or other forces to obtain the Harmony Spring, possibly becoming enemies.
This time, everyone came to the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain planning to settle down. If she joined the Myriad Immortals Palace and became an Immortal Hall Disciple, wouldn’t she then become a support for her master?
Her master had helped her so much, she must find a way to help him too, right?
Can’t always have the master protecting her!
After Carson Flores left, Spencer Steele immediately flew up towards the Flying Boat of the Myriad Immortals Palace.
Under the giant Flying Boat, a huge pavilion appeared out of nowhere, guarded by more than a dozen disciples from the Myriad Immortals Palace, with tables set up inside the pavilion, magical treasures for testing Spiritual Roots and age, with someone nearby sorting records.
Outside the pavilion, many were already lining up to register. Apart from those lining up, countless Cultivators were watching the spectacle.
Spencer Steele first glanced at the large notice pasted on the pavilion, confirming that as long as one met the age and strength criteria, they could register. She then flew directly over to stand at the end of the line.
Most of those queuing appeared quite young; being below five hundred years and reaching above Immortal level, they were basically disciples of powerful sects, with plentiful cultivation resources and decent talent.
Most in the line were from the Human Race, but there were also numerous figures from Alien Clans.
Spencer Steele curiously observed these Alien Clans; the tall and strong-bodied with coarse skin, covered in eerie tattoo patterns, should be the Barbarian Tribe from Nanhuang; those with human-like appearances but a blue skin should be the Sea Tribe from the North Sea; as for those with gray skin, resembling dried sand, wrapped in cloth strips, their eyes exuding a cold evil air, should be the Nether Tribe from West Prison.
Sure enough, participants in the Donghuang Myriad Immortals Conference weren’t just sects from Donghuang, surrounding Immortal Domains, and even people from other domains swarmed here for this grand event.
Spencer Steele stood calmly in the line, quietly waiting, watching people moving ahead quickly slow down, until it was her turn about three hours later.
"Name, sect, strength, Spiritual Root... describe them all."
Spencer Steele had watched the testing process of those ahead, already having prepared all her answers in mind.
"Spencer Steele, no sect, Loose Cultivator, strength is Great Land Profound Immortal First Layer Realm, Growth-Type Sword Spirit Body..."
The middle-aged man in charge of testing multiple registrants in the pavilion raised his head, mildly surprised, "Sword Spirit Body? Did you just say Growth-Type? Is there such a Spiritual Root?"
Spencer answered calmly, "I didn’t have Sword Spirit Body as a child. Later, I found a Sword Spirit Body emerging in me, and it has been constantly growing. Because of this, I managed to advance to Great Land at this young age."
The middle-aged male examiner was somewhat skeptical, isn’t a Spiritual Root determined at birth? Can it grow?
You think it’s like a sweet potato!
"Come, place your hand on the Testing Stone and inject Spiritual Power directly into it!"
Spencer Steele complied, feeling a bit anxious, afraid something might go wrong during the testing and she’d be kicked out.
The Testing Stone quickly lit up.
It worked.
Although Spencer Steele knew she wouldn’t likely make any mistakes, the personal stakes made worry dominate, but thankfully the test results were all normal.
"Whether it’s Growth-Type can only be determined after some time, but fortunately your Spiritual Root has no issues, and your strength is very strong..."
The middle-aged man flicked his fingers, a badge flew out, landing in Spencer Steele’s hand.
"Congratulations, you passed the preliminary selection. Keep this badge, and later use it to participate in the subsequent competitions..."
