Damned Healer-Chapter 748: Without Qualifications

Veyra was clearly trying to find some psychological balance after suffering such a humiliation, no matter how brutal it had been.

Although the Golden Crow Sect disciples were furious, at the same time, none of them dared to talk back. That was because... Veyra's words hit a painfully obvious weak spot for them.

Over the last ten thousand years, Gildor and his wife had been the only ones responsible for keeping the sect at such a high level in the universe. The sect's already uncertain future without them would be like a giant slipping and crashing thunderously to the ground.

But... the Palace Masters and Palace Supervisors wore very different expressions from the sect disciples. Everyone's gaze, in sync, subtly shifted toward Darian.

People couldn't know this, and they couldn't say it either. But this young man with low cultivation was actually... like a monster hidden in a lamb's skin. The sect's future wasn't even close to what the disciples imagined.

"That idiot just won't shut up!" Myna roared. She wished she could just step forward and kick Veyra right in the head to make her shut up.

Gildor was already brimming with malicious intent. Yet Veyra still mocked him to his face...

However, what shocked Myna was that, in the face of Veyra's ridicule, Gildor didn't get angry. His face merely opened into a warm, disdainful smile.

"You have no idea how pitiful you look right now; pitiful to the point that even I find it disgusting to kill you." He spoke and gestured to Ruan.

At that instant, all the Palace Masters removed the protective barrier. In the same moment, the three young women rushed to the queens' side.

Gildor's gaze slowly swept toward Vymara, who stood beside Veyra. That brief look instantly stiffened Vymara's body, making her unable to move in the slightest.

"It's perfectly logical that Queens Myna and Kaltis chose their own daughters as successors and brought them. But you, Veyra... you brought only an ordinary disciple." Gildor's voice resonated with heavy authority. "For a moment, I thought it was just to fill the number of visitors, but the truth is far more mediocre: it's that pathetic sense of balance of yours. The moment you learned I had finally accepted a successor, you rushed to drag your best piece onto the board just so you wouldn't feel left behind. Am I right?"

He paused, his gaze carrying a cold disdain that seemed to pierce her soul.

"You're using this poor disciple as a crutch to support what's left of your pride in tatters. It's a pathetic spectacle, Veyra... It almost makes me feel a hint of pity. Watching someone who was once relevant humiliate herself like this, trying to compete with the shadow of my legacy, is almost... touching."

Darian's expression shifted, understanding where Gildor was going with this.

'Son of a bitch... he actually wants to use me!'

He thought, but couldn't even consider going against it when he felt the Dragoness's serious gaze on him.

Darian could only curse his luck for ending up in a place where someone so similar to Niara existed. If she were completely opposite in personality, he could ignore it. But aside from certain similarities, she had no ill intent toward him... leaving him completely disarmed.

Veyra's face was red as a tomato, whether from boiling blood, her injuries, or the rage she was forcefully suppressing under the intense heat of the hall. Even so, she laughed arrogantly:

"That's right! I, Veyra, may never be able to defeat you! However... whenever I think that your successors will never be able to defeat mine, that after this generation, your successors in the future generations will have no choice but to kneel forever before mine... I feel incredibly refreshed. Completely refreshed, I'd say! Hahahahaha..."

The faces of all the Golden Crow Sect disciples changed, a mix of embarrassment and anger. However, when they looked at Vymara, whom Veyra had brought, and then at Darian, who remained motionless, they all sighed.

Although all the disciples knew Darian possessed incredible talent, after all, he had attracted all the Fire Elementals earlier; when compared to the direct disciples of the Bakunawa Abyssal Triarchy Queens, he was still far behind.

Darian's cultivation was still low; even though he was at the ninth level of the Celestial Tribulation Realm, that single step to the next realm could take centuries. As for his aura... it was quite ordinary, and no one could tell what his true capability was.

Unfortunately, the resources of the cultivators at the upper, middle, and even lower levels of the Golden Crow Sect were far inferior to those of the Bakunawa Abyssal Triarchy. That was a truth everyone knew.

It was no wonder Veyra brought her own direct disciple after hearing the news about the Sect Leader's successor.

Darian sighed.

As for Gildor, he still wasn't angry; on the contrary, his voice had become even lighter.

"As I said, you're truly pitiful and pathetic. Veyra, where did you get the confidence to suggest your successor can defeat mine? Aren't you afraid that, in the end, the little bit of pitiful face you have left will be thrown straight into the trash?"

Myna and Kaltis were left speechless when they heard his words, and their gazes turned toward Darian at the same time.

Under those two looks, Darian couldn't have been more relaxed, without the slightest hint of nervousness. The two of them felt absolutely nothing special from him. He wasn't even 20 years old and already had above-average cultivation; that seemed to be his only strong point.

Veyra, trembling, pushed herself up from the ground, and Vymara hurried to support her. However, Veyra shoved her away and remained there, steady, laughing coldly.

"What? Are you trying to say this Queen's disciple doesn't compare to yours?"

"Humph..." Gildor let out a snort of extreme disdain and said, "Compare? This young woman is indeed exceptional. I don't want to use overly harsh words toward her, but... she doesn't have the qualifications to even be on the same shelf as my disciple."

Hearing those words, not only the six people from the Bakunawa Abyssal Triarchy, but all the Golden Crow Sect disciples were left dumbfounded. Only the sect's big shots remained indifferent.

Seeing Darian's gaze tighten, Minril thought quickly and spoke in his mind.

'Darian, you won't let my husband and me be embarrassed, right? I promise you won't regret it. And also... I have a much younger cousin who looks a lot like me. She's single and would be happy to meet someone like you...'

Hearing that, Darian's face darkened, startling Minril.

But he took a deep breath, then snorted heavily. After that, he replied in a serious tone. 'I'm already married... but don't worry, I promised to pretend to be his direct disciple.'

She sighed in relief, but was still intrigued by his words.

At that moment, Veyra's eyes were wide open, and the muscles in her face began to twitch. Then she burst into loud, arrogant laughter.

"Him? Hahahaha... Hahahahahaha..."

Veyra raised her hand and pointed straight at Darian, as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke of her entire life. "This brat, who's only at the Celestial Tribulation Realm?! Based on what? Hahahahahaha..."

Gildor smiled faintly, making the other two queens feel an inexplicable chill down their spines. It was like... like everything up to now had been an ambush leading to this moment.

"Based solely on the new direct disciple and successor," Gildor not only didn't take it back, but he repeated his words in a solemn voice. "That disciple of yours... she doesn't even have the qualifications to dare court my disciple."

The two queens fell silent, not knowing how to react. Why did they feel like this was about to go very wrong?

Veyra smiled excitedly. "Very well! Very well! Very well said!! Since you claim my disciple is so insignificant before yours... then do you dare let them compete?!"

"Veyra!" Queen Kaltis could no longer hold back and roared heavily. "Don't go too far!"

"Queen Veyra, this is truly inappropriate!" Queen Myna said solemnly.

Veyra, however, took a step forward, and her voice reverberated in all directions:

"Hahaha.... too far? Inappropriate?! Gildor, do you dare or not?! Since you like to bark, you must have some real teeth to bite with, right?"

She knew Gildor certainly wouldn't dare do it, and that was why she was laughing so happily. It was the first time in her life she had the upper hand when facing Gildor, and it was Gildor himself who had handed her this opportunity.

"Veyra, enough!" Myna grabbed Veyra's arm and said to Gildor, "Sect Leader, we won't trouble you any further and will take our leave now. The Sea Orc matter benefits both sides, so we hope you will consider it carefully. Goodbye..."

Gildor waved his hand lightly. At that instant, a golden barrier appeared behind the six of them, blocking their path. Then...

"I accept. Enough of this damn chatter."

Suddenly, a calm, dry voice echoed.

Everyone turned to look behind Gildor. Then they saw Darian calmly stepping forward, approaching the 'guests.'

The six of them stared at him without emotion. When he stopped, he added indifferently: 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"This has already gotten tiresome, and my time is very precious." He looked Vymara straight in the eyes. "Brat, let's end this quickly. Attack me three times; if you make me move a single centimeter, you win. That way, I won't need to hurt you."

Silence.