‘The Fortune Gate Ancestor wants to receive ten in-name disciples?’ Huang Xiaolong blanked, he really didn’t know about this until now.

He finally understood why there were so many cultivators gathered at the foothills of the Sacred Fortune Mountain.

Although it was only in-name disciples and not personal disciples, based on the Fortune Gate Ancestor’s status and identity, it was sufficient to raise one’s status greatly within their families.

“Brother, you really didn’t come here for the exam?” That family disciple asked Huang Xiaolong again.

Huang Xiaolong nodded, “No.”

“Then what are you here for?” That family disciple was bemused.

“I’m here to see somebody.” Huang Xiaolong did not mention Li Lu’s name.

At Huang Xiaolong’s words, that person leaned back slightly, giving him a head to toe glance...