“Dylan Price senior brother’s impatience truly hasn’t changed in a hundred years—he leaves as soon as he says so.”

The speaker was a man as burly as a mountain, even half a head taller than Iron Bull, clad in armor, surrounded by a yellow radiance. His words boomed like thunder, truly startling.

“You, come here.” The tall man pointed in Iron Bull’s direction and spoke calmly.

“Are you talking to me?” Iron Bull was still a bit confused, pointing at his own nose in a daze.

“Iron Bull, of course he’s calling you. Hurry over there,” Evan Parker worried that Iron Bull’s dazed look would anger the man, so he quietly reminded him.

Iron Bull already regarded Evan Parker as a close friend, so he naturally listened to him. Upon hearing this, he strode over to the tall man’s side.

“Your innate foundation is a bit lacking, but your body is strong and you possess natural strength—just the right candidate to cultivate my Thick Earth Peak’s techniques.”

The man looked at Iron Bull with satisfaction, then said to the other three Golden Core masters, “Fellow brothers, I won’t compete with you for this one. Though this disciple is a bit slow, he suits me perfectly. We’ll meet again back at the sect.”

Seeing Dylan Price and the tall man leave together, the remaining three Golden Core masters seemed to let out a sigh of relief, as if a burden had been lifted. The scene was rather odd, leaving Evan Parker quite puzzled.

When he noticed all three focusing their gaze on him, as if he were the Mona Lisa in the British Museum, even someone as thick-skinned as Evan Parker felt as if he were standing there naked under the stares of the three Golden Core masters, not knowing what to do.

Before Evan Parker could react, the three Golden Core masters actually started arguing over him.

Chapter 11: Pure Yang Accepts a Disciple

First, the long-faced cultivator spoke: “It was my suggestion to come to the Huayun mine this time. Leonard Price junior brother, Ethan Price senior brother, you both know I have few disciples under me, so there’s no need to compete with me for this one.”

“Julian Price senior brother, that’s not quite right. Although I have dozens of disciples on my Flame Peak, not a single one can compare to your chief disciple, Ryan Drake. I’ve heard that Drake Nephew has already entered the Fusion stage, and to achieve that at thirty-five is remarkable. Among all the inner disciples, only a handful can surpass him. You should be proud, so let’s not compete over this…”

Leonard Price was a middle-aged man in a red Daoist robe, looking very dignified, with flames at his feet, radiating a scorching aura like a star.

Hearing Leonard Price mention Ryan Drake, Julian Price felt quite pleased. After all, having a promising disciple brought honor to the master. Though he was a bit reluctant, he couldn’t find a good reason to argue further.

But Leonard Price knew well the eccentric temper of the Ethan Price senior brother beside him. Ever since achieving Golden Core perfection and being allowed to take disciples, nearly two hundred years had passed without him ever accepting one. The only reason Ethan Price attended this “Grand Selection” was due to sect rules, just putting on a show.

Yet just as Leonard Price was certain he would be able to take Evan Parker as his disciple, Ethan Price—with waist-length white hair, an impossibly handsome face, and the appearance of a young man in his early twenties—actually spoke up.

“Brothers, I have a presumptuous request…”

Julian Price had already given up on the competition for a disciple, but Leonard Price was not one to accept a loss. Hearing this, he hurriedly said, “Senior brother, you’ve never taken a disciple before—surely you’re not going to compete with me now?”

Among the five Golden Core masters present, Ethan Price had the most immortal-like bearing. Dressed simply in white, he exuded an ethereal aura, which made him the most likable to Evan Parker.

Although Evan Parker was initially shocked that two Golden Core masters were fighting over him as a disciple, he quickly realized it must be because he had cultivated the “Cultivation God Slaughtering Heaven Art.” Otherwise, as a mere early-stage innate cultivator, why would such powerful figures compete for him?

“Could it be that my physique has changed after cultivating the ‘Cultivation God Slaughtering Heaven Art,’ in ways even I haven’t noticed?”

“If only George White that old guy were here, I could ask him. Now I can only play dumb and go with the flow. At worst, I’ll just chalk it up to my extraordinary talent…”

Actually, even if George White appeared now, he probably couldn’t answer Evan Parker’s question. After all, the “Cultivation God Slaughtering Heaven Art” was too mysterious, something that shouldn’t even exist at this level of reality.

Moreover, although George White obtained the “Cultivation God Slaughtering Heaven Art,” he suffered disaster because of it, ending up trapped in the Hongmeng Pearl for thousands of years, unable to cultivate due to the destruction of his physical body.

Just how many wonders and mysteries the “Cultivation God Slaughtering Heaven Art” held, even George White didn’t know much more than Evan Parker.

While Evan Parker was lost in thought, Ethan Price smiled faintly at Leonard Price and said, “Another sixty years have passed in this century, and indeed, my Chun Jun Peak has never accepted a single disciple. But ever since I achieved Golden Core perfection and was granted the position of peak master by the sect leader, I, Ethan Price, have never said I would never take a disciple…”