"Line up!"

"Line up! No one better think of cutting the queue!"

"Damn it! Don’t think you’re a woman, and you can cut the queue! So what if you’re pretty? You still have to line up if you’re a beautiful lady!"

There was a very long line of people.

From the base of the mountain all the way up to the middle of the mountain, which was covered in immortal-like air.

One couldn’t see the end of it!

Everyone’s expression contained a trace of excitement mixed with anticipation.

This entire month was the Gold Immortal Sect’s once-a-year recruitment of disciples. All the peerless talents millions of kilometres out were swarming this place. There were even some who had used up a few months to a year to rush here.

Immortal sect!

Deep inside their hearts, this was a place that all martial artists wished to belong to.

To all martial artists, this was considered their holy ground!

A holy ground that can change your life; a holy ground that can make your cultivation soar upwards; a holy ground that can allow you to step one foot closer to the heavens.

The Gold Immortal Sect once had a glorious era.

They only recruited disciples from the elite of the elite. Everyone selected was a talent from one in ten thousand!

Present day...

These martial artists didn’t have any outstanding characteristics. The place where they were testing their talents, the Elders in charge had a gloomy look on their faces. They were constantly shaking, shaking, and shaking their heads. The month was almost over, and out of several tens of thousands of applicants, there were fewer than a hundred qualified as disciples. Those who were qualified to become disciples had just reached the initial standards of the sect. Even if they were groomed with focused care, their accomplishments will still not go very far. As for the immortal sect disciple competition next year, they were going to lose to the point of it being a complete mess again.

The Gold Immortal Sect had fallen to a record low.

Using video game lingo – they had fallen off the stage!

Eighteen heavily groomed disciples were crippled by Peter Wesley alone, so the Gold Immortal Sect has been in an ice cave ever since.

He was incomparably strong with a true dragon’s bloodline!

He was strong to the point that the Gold Sect was caught unprepared. Watching how eighteen disciples were smashed off the stage, the heart of the sect leader turned to ash.

This past year, the Gold Immortal Sect had been searching all over for talented disciples with bloodlines, but they couldn’t find any good seedlings. This actually caused other immortal sects to also compete in searching, so they weren’t able to recruit a single inherited bloodline disciple.

Not long ago...

Devil Monarch Skysoul from the Devil Sealing Array was killed by an ordinary youth.

The sect leader immediately sent Joshua out to invite him.

But...

The things that happened in the Capital City gave him a huge headache.

Maxwell was standing in the centre of the main hall with a calm expression without saying a word.

The present Elders were all coldly staring at him with anger in their eyes. They were only giving Venerable Joshua some face by not exploding on the spot.

"Joshua, is this how you take care of matters by bringing a malignant star back to our Gold Immortal Sect? You should’ve left right away back then. He killed the Atlas envoy – the correct thing you, as an immortal sect disciple, should have done was extend a hand in saving the envoy. This would actually make the Atlas Immortal Sect owe us a favour. Who knows? We might even form a relationship with the Atlas Immortal Sect, and our disciples will thus feel less pressure during the competition next year. But you... you... How do you want me to lecture you? It’s fine if you don’t save him, yet you actually bring the culprit back to our immortal sect? What makes me even more confused is that you used our Gold Immortal Sect as a gambling stake. Not only have you offended the Atlas Immortal Sect, but you even managed to offend the Royal Immortal Sect as well. What do you want me to say to you?"

"What Grand Elder said is correct."

"He cannot stay, or else the Gold Immortal Sect will provoke a fatal disaster."

"Even though the Atlas Immortal Sect’s strength is ranked number two, their abilities are not much weaker than the Royal Immortal Sect. Our Gold Immortal Sect’s crop is not yet ripe, our situation precarious, so how are we supposed to resist them?"

Inside the main hall.

The Elders of the Gold Immortal Sect were each saying a piece in their discussion.

The result of their discussion was unanimous.

Maxwell cannot stay!

Joshua didn’t say anything. He was waiting for the Sect leader’s response.

It didn’t matter what all the Elders said. As long as the Sect Leader nods, it will no longer be a problem.

Venerable Terrance’s brows were sunken like a ravine. Joshua had caused the Gold Immortal Sect a lot of trouble, and that trouble was precisely Maxwell. Once Maxwell is allowed to stay, the Atlas Immortal Sect and the Royal Immortal Sect will definitely put pressure on them.

Venerable Terrance’s gaze shifted over to Maxwell. He then exclaimed in his mind: "How is he supposed to cultivate with a crippled body?"

"Sigh..."

Venerable Joshua softly sighed. His gaze became firm as he said, "Joshua, send him back to the Capital City. You should be clear that his body is crippled. Even if we let him stay in our Gold Immortal Sect, it wouldn’t be of great help to him. He cannot cultivate, so it’s a complete waste for him to stay here."

"What the Sect Leader said is correct."

"We cannot allow the kid to stay here."

"Joshua, I think you’re getting old and confused. You actually brought back a piece of trash with a crippled body to our immortal sect. You also offended two immortal sects because of him. Is this how you take care of matters? I really don’t understand what’s going on inside that brain of yours."

"The Sect Leader has made his decision, so quickly take him down the mountain. I’m afraid the Atlas Immortal Sect will slaughter their way over if we delay this any longer. We cannot afford to provoke them."

Maxwell’s expression was still very calm.

He hadn’t said a single word since he entered the main hall.

During their journey here, Venerable Joshua had mentioned this might happen, so he was already mentally prepared.

Joshua promised that he would definitely have a way for him to stay.

Joshua’s gaze changed as he said calmly, "All the Elders present and the Sect Leader, can we give him a chance to stay? He will definitely not disappoint you all. Can you not think from a different perspective, like how someone with a crippled body killed the Atlas envoy? Isn’t this a form of miracle? He has many things in him that we cannot see through or understand. Joshua hopes that everyone can give Maxwell a chance to prove himself."

"No!"

"That’s right, no way that’s going to happen!"

"It’s precisely due to his killing the Atlas envoy that we cannot let him stay."

"Joshua, this matter was caused by you. You should personally go to the Atlas and Royal Immortal Sect to seek forgiveness and not drag the Gold Immortal Sect into it."

Everyone unanimously opposed.

The current Gold Immortal Sect was similar to a wooden raft in the ocean, possibly flipping over at any given moment by a single wave. They couldn’t withstand any more blows. They definitely couldn’t afford to offend the Atlas Immortal Sect, so that’s why they were acting like this.

Venerable Terrance then said, "The trouble he provoked is too big, and our Gold Immortal Sect cannot handle it. You should let him descend the mountain. Give him ten top-grade upgrade elements and consider it as a travelling expense from our Gold Immortal Sect."

Joshua closed his eyes.

After thinking for three seconds, he opened his eyes, and a brief glint of light could be seen. A black wooden token had suddenly appeared in his hand!

"The Gold’s Divine Token!"

"Joshua, what are you trying to do?"

"..."

Everyone had expressions of shock on their faces.

Gold’s Divine Token – something created by Gold’s first-generation Sect Leader.

Back then...

Joshua’s ancestor had performed an outstanding merit for the Gold Immortal Sect, receiving Gold’s Divine Token. As long as one takes out that token, the present Sect Leader must fulfil the holder’s request.

Joshua was putting everything he had on Maxwell!

He had a calm expression as he said, "Sect Leader, I hope you can allow him to stay. As for the Atlas and Royal Immortal Sects, I will personally go over to seek forgiveness."

Venerable Terrance’s expression had subtly changed while asking: "Joshua, why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Is that kid really worth it for you to do this?"

"Worth it!"