Ryan Bolton walked down from the testing platform, and Prince George Washington immediately led his group up, cupping his hands in salute: “Congratulations, congratulations! Ryan Bolton bro, on your future immortal path, you must look after us a bit more!”

“Ryan Bolton bro, what a great immortal fate you have…”

“The moment I saw Ryan Bolton bro yesterday, I thought you looked extraordinary, a dragon among men, definitely not ordinary! From now on, as fellow disciples, please give us more guidance, Senior Brother Bolton!”

“Senior Brother Bolton, ever since I met you last night, I’ve wanted to follow you. From now on, you’re my boss.”

“That’s right, boss! Our boss is a legend among gray immortal seeds. I heard that when Headmaster Elder Howard first joined, he was also a gray immortal seed! Boss, you’ll be a big shot leading the Tai Chu Sect in the future!”

“No problem, no problem.” Ryan Bolton bit back a proud smile at the corner of his mouth, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally sweeping toward the not-so-distant Jason Bolton, who remained unmoved, his face as dark as water. What is this elder brother of mine waiting for? Does he really think he’ll end up as a gray seed?

“Jason Bolton, get on the stage…”

On the platform, Elder Leaf called out, and Jason Bolton walked up to the testing platform with a heavy expression, feeling as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing on his heart. If his test result turned out to be a colorless weak seed, he’d never be able to lift his head in front of Ryan Bolton again.

But then Jason Bolton thought, in the preliminary test, his results were much better than Ryan Bolton’s—how could his aptitude be worse than Ryan Bolton’s? Since childhood, in what way had he ever been inferior?

Thinking this, Jason Bolton straightened his back and strode onto the testing platform, glaring disdainfully at Ryan Bolton, who was basking in all the flattery, thinking to himself: “Kid, I was your boss before, and I’ll be your boss in the future too!”

Among this year’s disciples, there was already one gray immortal seed, which had made Elder Howard and the others overjoyed. As for the rest, they didn’t have high hopes—having one gray seed was already a blessing from the heavens. One shouldn’t be too greedy, right?

Even if all the remaining disciples turned out to be weak seeds, Elder Howard would still be able to laugh in his dreams.

Who would have thought, just as Jason Bolton’s hand touched the [Mingjian Immortal Eye], a brilliant and dazzling purple light burst forth, illuminating half the sky and piercing straight into the hearts of everyone present.

In that instant, everyone thought they were hallucinating and couldn’t help but rub their eyes. No mistake—the [Mingjian Immortal Eye] was emitting a dazzling purple light.

“Purple seed!”

Elder Howard’s eyes widened, and he nearly shouted out loud, his eyes shining with disbelief and wild joy. The composure cultivated over a hundred years, the Dao heart that would not change even if the sky fell, completely collapsed in that moment.

Purple seed… purple seed! The supreme purple seed!

What is a supreme purple seed?

If an immortal sect has a disciple with a supreme purple seed, and that seed is allowed to fully develop, the sect could one day be promoted to a supreme great sect! Such a sect is far beyond what the Tai Chu Sect could ever compare to.

Even among supreme great sects, it could be thousands of years before a purple seed successor appears! The appearance of such a successor is enough to spark a fierce struggle between two sects.

“Purple seed… it really is a purple seed…”

Elder Howard rubbed his eyes hard—this was no illusion, the purple seed was right before him! He had thought that if he could see a blue seed in his lifetime, he could die without regret, but he never expected to see a purple seed that even the heads of many supreme great sects might never witness in their lives!

Suffocating—Elder Howard felt as if he couldn’t breathe. The rise of the Tai Chu Sect, its true glory, the moment it became a supreme great sect—was it really going to happen in his hands? Ancestors of generations past, do you see this? Our Tai Chu Sect has a purple seed now!

Adam Grant stared blankly at Jason Bolton. He had just traded so many resources for a gray seed, and now a purple seed had popped up! Oh, immortal ancestors above! Are you kidding me? A gray seed was already rare—how could a purple seed appear? Doesn’t that mean my investment just now…

Adam Grant looked at Ryan Bolton below the stage, and suddenly the once-pleasing, proud disciple now seemed so irritating. He wished he could slap himself twice. If only he hadn’t used that stalk of Saliva Spirit Grass to trade for Ryan Bolton, maybe he could have used it to get this purple seed as his disciple.

To be the master of a purple seed disciple—such glory would be recorded in the annals of history for all time. Even if he achieved nothing else, the Tai Chu Sect’s history would still mark his name heavily!

With a purple seed, what hope did the gray seed disciple he’d acquired at such a high price have of becoming headmaster? No, he had to fight for it, no matter what!

Adam Grant was just about to speak when Ethan Green, who always appeared open-minded, suddenly stood up and said in a trembling voice, “Uncle Howard, this Jason Bolton must come to my Green Hall. Green Hall values the cultivation of a disciple’s state of mind, and every Green Hall disciple has a very stable temperament. Jason Bolton has a sharp personality, and I can definitely preserve those traits and teach him…”

“Nonsense! Look at how agitated you are—how can you guarantee you’ll teach Jason Bolton well! Jason Bolton’s temperament suits me perfectly; he should come to Grant Hall!” Adam Grant, afraid that Elder Howard would be swayed by Ethan Green, jumped up and started arguing, with no trace of immortal poise left: “Grant Hall doesn’t care about that state of mind nonsense—strength, only strength can guarantee a smooth path in cultivation!”