He shouted from the back: "We're people of status, getting our hands dirty with two little thieves is beneath us, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Sect Leader Jiang speaks very truthfully."

The twelve experts who were initially intent on fighting immediately restrained their killing intent; Sect Leader Jiang's words were more effective than a royal decree.

As for the feelings of the others, they no longer mattered.

"Now it's time for Brother to call some names."

Having secured the entrance for once, Brother Cheng couldn't miss this chance to show off.

"Let's play the game of rewarding virtue and punishing vice!"

The whole venue suddenly fell silent.

Everyone finally snapped out of the nearly explosive fight just now, realizing a bigger matter—the previous selection results of the conference were invalid.

Those picked by the Moon Race earlier might not be chosen this time.

All at once, everyone clammed up.

Even the dozen who rushed out to protect the two Immortal Kings of the Moon Race hurriedly retreated, faces full of tension.

Missing this chance would mean waiting fifty million years.

Besides, who knows what the next event entails?

Brother Cheng found their reaction a bit surprising, as this atmosphere was too serious, indeed.

Blame it on the Moon Race's previous 'training': a whole set of rules that caused these people to develop conditioned reflexes.

"No need for everyone to be nervous, I'm not big on formalities."

This statement didn't help at all; it's a major event for the Immortal Country, and no one dared to be careless.

He glanced at Xiao Kun, Shali, Jiyun, and others, these twelve brothers were his direct lineage subordinates.

"As the moral models of the Middle Immortal Realm, you're certainly able to get in. To commend your achievements, you can enter permanently!"

And so, he started by granting permanence.

The crowd below was filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

What a load of moral models—do they have any achievements? It's just because they're his own people, right?

The two Immortal Kings of the Moon Race shifted slightly, obviously unwilling to accept their loss of power, but helpless nonetheless.

On the high platform, Xiao Kun, Jiyun, and others stood tall with pride.

"Hahaha, Sect Leader Jiang flatters us, we'll definitely work even harder in future and contribute more to the Middle Immortal Realm!"

"We knew you wouldn't treat us unfairly!"

"Following Sect Leader Jiang means living abundantly!"

Liu Yuan Immortal King, having gained advantage, feigned modesty as he stroked his beard and chuckled: "Permanence, this really makes an old man like me feel embarrassed..."

The other few cast a sideways glance at the old coot: "If you don't want permanence, just return it to Sect Leader Jiang then."

Liu Yuan puffed his beard and glared: "Sect Leader Jiang granted it, how dare I refuse? That would be disrespecting his old age, wouldn't it?"

The crowd below was speechless.

Brother Cheng then looked at Miao Yu, Ye Yang Immortal King, and others; the Celestial Pavilion was his ally and hadn't betrayed him, so naturally there were still spots.

Honestly, the group from Celestial Pavilion was still feeling a bit apprehensive.

This guy never played by the rules—more unpredictable than even the Moon Race. Who knows if he'd suddenly go crazy and intentionally leave them out?

Clearly, Brother Cheng wouldn't do such a thing.

"Everyone from Celestial Pavilion can enter as well!"

"Moreover, since you helped us pay for thirteen entrance fees earlier, I owe you—I grant you entry for the next thirteen events!"

With these words, not only did the crowd from Celestial Pavilion feel relieved, but they were also overjoyed.

The next thirteen events span six to seven billion years.

This ally... is really reliable.

They no longer thought Sect Leader Jiang was always messing around—this was more than enough!

"Thank you, Sect Leader Jiang!"

"Sect Leader Jiang, we'll remember this!"

Leading the pack was Miao Yu, whose emotions were extremely complex.

Along the way, she'd always felt Jiang Cheng was a restless factor, especially the Moon Race's previous selection which validated this view.

The allies gathered all 'failed completely.'

But now, she finally began to understand why Xiao Kun, Wu Jue, Mingchi, and others always respected this man so deeply.

Even though she still didn't understand how he obtained the Moon Race bloodline and learned Profound Sound Burning Moon.

Yet doing it means doing it.

With this person around, miracles could happen any moment.

After selecting Celestial Pavilion, Brother Cheng wasn't familiar with the remaining people, all completely unrelated.

Watching the Immortal Kings stretching their necks below, he shouted directly.

"Who were the ones brushed off during the Moon Race selection earlier?"

"Fly up and let me see!"

The crowd below looked at each other, unsure of his intentions.

Previously brushed off, Ju Tang Immortal King, Ji Lu Demon King, and others complied and flew up into the air.

Of the 153 brushed aside, besides the 13 loyal to Brother Cheng, the remaining 140 were evident.

Brother Cheng even asked the few beside him: "Is this the right group?"

Xiao Kun and Shali examined carefully: "Yes, these are them; Sect Leader Jiang intends to..."

"Sigh!"

Brother Cheng sighed deeply, adjusting his expression to one of sorrow and sympathy: "We are all wanderers of the same world!"

"They are all like us, victimized by the Moon Race!"

He widened his arms, declaring resolutely: "Now that the clouds have parted, and the sun shines bright, I cannot tolerate such injustice!"

"All of you, come up!"

As soon as the words came out, the crowd below was in uproar.

Selecting 140 just for this reason—too arbitrary, isn't it?

What noble souls—can you come up with a more ludicrous reason?

Clearly, you don't even know each other!

The 140 were first stunned, then ecstatic!

Life's ups and downs happen too fast; just now their hearts were in the depths.

Suddenly everything reversed.

This caused great emotional shock.

Especially Ji Lu Demon King, whose eyes even reddened.

"Thank you, Sect Leader Jiang!"

"We'll never forget Sect Leader Jiang's grace!"

Under the gaze of the crowd, the 140 flew joyously to the high platform, standing firmly beside Sect Leader Jiang.

Brother Cheng deliberately chose the 'Time Reversal' moment right after the Moon Race's selection ended, precisely for this reason.

He was indeed good at winning favor.

These who failed earlier have a different mindset.

Having just experienced despair, now he gave them hope—they achieved a redemption, imparting a sense of gratitude.

Unlike the Moon Race, no matter whom they choose, everyone secretly harbors resentment.

271 spots, 105 still remaining.

Brother Cheng found it troublesome, so he conveniently offered another favor.

"Xiao Kun, Shali, Jiyun, Wu Jue... You twelve have been with me the longest, we're all close."

"Earlier, being brushed off must have caused great psychological trauma."

Xiao Kun, Wu Jue, and the Three Great Corpse Kings exchanged glances, what trauma?

Was there any?

Though they're Immortal Kings, being brushed off was annoying but not quite a psychological trauma, right?

Besides, from the start, they expected you'd step in, didn't even bother about it.

Yet, Jiyun Immortal King reacted fastest, nodding his head vigorously to support.

"Right, right!"

"We experienced great psychological trauma, feeling really bad, even now unstable mentally!"

"Please, Sect Leader Jiang, stand up for us!"

Brother Cheng heartbrokenly patted his chest.

"I understand, I understand, such trauma needs soothing!"

"Next, you twelve each select five, pick anyone you want."

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