Chapter 17: Refusing to Take a Master, Trouble Comes Knocking!

Nobody expected that a mere Golden Immortal would actually refuse the Heaven-Reaching Daoist's offer to take him as a disciple.

One must know.

The Heaven-Reaching Daoist is one of the beings with the highest status and position in the Primordial World.

Taking him as a master, one's status will surely rise like water lifting a boat.

However, this youth actually refused? Does he not know the true identity of the Heaven-Reaching Daoist? 'Young friend, you must consider carefully; I, the Heaven-Reaching Daoist, am formed from Pangu's primordial spirit—do you truly refuse to become my disciple?'

The Heaven-Reaching Daoist, who had been quietly waiting to take disciples, also felt extremely surprised.

He thought Duobao surely didn't know his own identity, so he immediately gave a self-introduction.

'Junior Duobao greets Senior Heaven-Reaching Daoist!'

Duobao took a deep breath, made a slight fist salute, and spoke politely.

'I have been accustomed to being carefree and truly do not wish to be restrained; please forgive me.'

Refusing a top-tier Primordial powerhouse's disciple request is like licking blood from a blade's edge—one could lose their head at any moment.

Once refused, there is a high chance of being directly slain by the Heaven-Reaching Daoist.

Such heaven-and-earth mighty beings are the most fickle in temper.

Moreover, becoming a disciple of such a mighty heaven-and-earth being is absolutely a tremendous opportunity, greatly boosting one's future.

However, thinking of the future fate of the Jie Sect and his miserable end, Duobao gritted his teeth, blocked out all benefits, endured the great temptation, and refused the Heaven-Reaching Daoist's discipleship.

But he was instantly drenched in sweat, his heart pounding with nervousness.

Such heaven-and-earth mighty beings are the most fickle; a slight misstep means death and the disappearance of one's Dao.

'Young friend, your decision has taken this poor Daoist by surprise!'

Although the Heaven-Reaching Daoist felt surprised, even very strange.

He is a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal, and at a glance he saw the determination in Duobao's eyes.

He became more doubtful and grew more interested in Duobao.

A youth who refuses to take him as master—what gives him the right to refuse discipleship?

'Please forgive me, senior!'

Duobao also gave no further explanation.

He lowered his eyes, stood silently to the side.

In reality, he was extremely nervous.

He actually possessed a complete Primordial Gourd Vine in his hand.

Once these heaven-and-earth mighty beings learn of it, he will surely leave no remains.

This is nothing short of pulling a tooth from a tiger's mouth.

'Haha, good, good— a youth who refuses to take a master, this poor Daoist has never encountered such an oddball before!'

Just then, Old Ancestor Hongyun descended from the clouds and stood beside Duobao.

He had been watching coldly from the sidelines, observing Duobao's every move.

He increasingly felt that this youth was extraordinary.

Duobao, though unaware of advance or retreat, had refused a tremendous opportunity.

Yet that determination in his eyes deeply infected Hongyun.

'A cultivator ought to be thus—unrestrained, unafraid of authority! I am Hongyun; although your act is improper, I still respect you, poor Daoist!'

'Thank you, Senior Hongyun!'

Duobao was greatly startled and hastily bowed his fists.

Although he is short-lived and leaves little mark in Primordial history, even being killed by the Western duo.

But his character cannot be denied; it is still commendable.

The Heaven-Reaching Daoist gave Duobao a deep look and then waved his hand.

Duobao felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and immediately prepared to turn and leave.

'Wait!'

Just as Duobao's heart relaxed and he was about to turn and leave directly.

A slightly angry voice suddenly rang out.

Duobao's body stiffened, and he slowly turned around.

He looked toward the direction the sound came from; the gods were also startled.

Who dares to oppose a Golden Immortal?

But when they saw who it was, they were even more surprised.

'Who are you, stopping me? What business do you have?'

Duobao looked at the youth with a gloomy face, his eyes shooting intense killing intent, and felt utterly puzzled.

I have just arrived in the Primordial World, never caused trouble nor formed any karmic ties with anyone—why would this Daoist call out to me? Moreover, seeing that he is a peak Golden Immortal cultivator makes it even less likely.

Upon seeing the person standing beside him, Duobao's eyes narrowed.

'I am Daoist Qinglingzi; not long ago, on the East Sea, I together with my old ancestor hunted a rabbit, but the rabbit escaped in the end. I have heard that you carry the scent of that rabbit on you—have you ever seen him?'

Upon hearing this, Duobao's heart turned cold.

Is he an enemy of the Long-Eared Immortal Dingguang? But what does that have to do with me? A Golden Immortal is nothing to fear; even if he is a peak Golden Immortal, I, Duobao, could slay him.

His methods are not limited to mere brute strength.

The key is that the person standing beside him senses the terrifying aura emanating from him—clearly that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

If I truly slay that youth, would I not end up with no place to bury my corpse? Moreover, given the situation, even if I wanted to settle things peacefully, it would likely be impossible.

I am the one who once encountered a rude rabbit in the East Sea, and I have already slain it; fellow cultivator, do you have any other business?

Although Duobao felt nervous inside, he was no coward; since he had encountered them, he would just face them.

"That long-eared rabbit possesses a treasure; since you have already slain that rabbit, Sir, that treasure must be on you—why not hand it over?"

Silence.

The scene fell silent.

All the heavenly and earthly mighty ones shook their heads, instantly losing interest.

Who is this young man? Although they didn't know, the middle-aged man beside him, dressed in a black robe, with a sinister look and exuding terrifying pressure, was very familiar.

One of the Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Azure Palace, the giant fish-bird old ancestor who was kicked out from the front row by the Three Pure Ones.

It seems this brat named Duobao is about to have bad luck.

A mere Golden Immortal, he dares to refuse a Great Luo Golden Immortal? Unless his brain is addled!

"What are you, a scallion?"

"Why should I hand it over to you?"

Duobao's face instantly darkened.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at the young man, and his voice suddenly turned icy.

Although the other party's ancestor is a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he still chose to stand firm to the end.

Asking him to surrender the Chaos God Demon's molt is simply wishful thinking.

This treasure is extremely precious.

He does not want to lose it.

Even if you have a Great Luo Golden Immortal as your backing, what of it? Will I, Duobao, be afraid?

Duobao's straightforward refusal surprised all the mighty ones.

They all shook their heads, thinking Duobao was doomed.

He doesn't know what's good for him!

Tongtian and Hongyun wore a look of admiration and appreciation.

The two had already decided that if Duobao faced danger, they would come to his aid.

"Haha, what a 'what are you, a scallion?' I like it!"

Just then, a hearty laugh rang out.

Above the firmament.

A huge head probed downward, carefully observing Duobao, its enormous eyes full of admiration.

"Young friend, I, Zhurong, look favorably upon you!"

Regarding Duobao's performance, other beings thought it was suicidal, but to the Ancestral Witches, Duobao suited their taste.

Especially Duobao's words, "What are you, a scallion? Why should I hand it over to you?" further stimulated the Ancestral Witches' nerves.

Such a fearless, dare-to-act character greatly pleased Zhurong and the other Ancestral Witches.

(End of chapter)