“Disciple Samuel Grant/William Grant, pays respects to the Sect Leader, Martial Uncle!”

The Sect Leader’s Daoist name was Ryan Brooks. He raised his hand and said, “Rise.” But his eyes were fixed on Edward Foster at the back. “You must be Edward Foster?”

Edward Foster hurriedly knelt and bowed. “This humble commoner Edward Foster, trembling with fear, greets the Master!”

Master Ryan Brooks smiled with satisfaction. “Good, just as expected!”

The other uncles around were all smiling at Edward Foster, nodding repeatedly.

“As expected of the Baoliu spiritual root, he handled it well!”

The speaker was an old man seated to the right of Master Ryan Brooks. The old man had a peculiar appearance: half of the hair on his head was red, the other half black, his face as smooth as a baby’s, and his eyes shone with a piercing light.

In Brian Carter’s mind, Matthew Clark said calmly, “This old man’s cultivation method should be the dual practice of water and fire forces. Such a method is indeed powerful, but unfortunately, he’s taken the wrong path. He’s been painstakingly cultivating water and fire separately, probably thinking that in battle, he can forcibly merge the two for explosive power.”

“Normally, he must use some special mental technique to keep the water and fire forces in their respective places, which is why his hair is half red and half black.”

“But he doesn’t know that the greatest benefit of dual cultivation of water and fire lies in fusion. Every time you cultivate a trace of water spiritual essence and a trace of fire spiritual essence, you must immediately fuse them. After fusion, the richness of your spiritual essence multiplies. This cultivation method was never meant for combat.”

“This old man is mistaking the means for the end, using a special technique to suppress two completely opposite spiritual essences. It won’t be long before something goes terribly wrong.”

At this moment, the old man was speaking kindly to Edward Foster: “Young man, this old Daoist is Adam Brooks. Are you willing to become my disciple?”

Adam Brooks was seated to the left of the Sect Leader Ryan Brooks, a position of great honor, which Edward Foster naturally noticed. With Adam Brooks personally offering to take him as a disciple, Edward Foster felt so happy it was almost unbelievable!

Brian Carter, however, felt a jolt in his heart, recalling what Matthew Clark had just said. He instinctively nudged Edward Foster. Edward Foster looked at him in confusion, but didn’t respond.

Brian Carter quickly restrained himself—his earlier reminder to Edward Foster was purely out of kindness. But what kind of occasion was this?

Even the slightest unusual movement could be noticed by those old immortals above!

Sure enough, Brian Carter’s little action was seen by those people. But including Master Ryan Brooks, they all thought it was just Brian Carter not wanting to be ignored.

And those old Daoists had more important things to do, so no one paid further attention to Brian Carter.

“Adam Brooks Senior Brother, aren’t you being a bit too hasty? Already making your move?” said a female Daoist to the right of Master Ryan Brooks, her tone indifferent. Her face was sharply chiseled, with two inverted triangle eyes. Her words were neither friendly nor hostile, and she rolled her eyes at Adam Brooks, showing no courtesy.

Turning to face Edward Foster, the female cultivator suddenly put on a kind smile and said, “Young man, I am Logan Brooks. On my ‘Daxi Peak’, there are more female disciples than anywhere else on the whole Su Bao Mountain. Why not become my disciple?”

Adam Brooks was furious. “Old Daoist nun, you dare steal my disciple!”

“So what if I do?” Daoist Logan Brooks retorted bluntly.

Adam Brooks gave a sinister smile and turned to Edward Foster: “Nephew Yingdong, I am the wealthiest on all of Su Bao Mountain! Wealth, companions, methods, and land—if you have money, what kind of woman can’t you find?”

Logan Brooks was the only woman present, and she was so angry she trembled all over. “Adam Brooks, you old scoundrel, you’ve gone too far!”

“Ahem!” Master Ryan Brooks had to cough to interrupt the two. “What kind of behavior is this! The two of you are so old, and there are juniors watching below. Don’t you care about your dignity? As the Sect Leader, I still have to maintain the reputation of Su Bao Mountain!”

The two, scolded by him, reluctantly fell silent, but glared at each other, clearly unwilling to let it go.

Another Daoist below chuckled and spoke up: “Hehe, Adam Brooks Senior Brother, Logan Brooks Senior Sister, aren’t you two being a bit too domineering? In the past, we always gave way to you because you’re senior, but this time, it concerns our sect’s legacy. We absolutely can’t give in.”

As soon as this Daoist spoke, the others chimed in: “Exactly, exactly, we’ve given way so many times before. This time, it’s your turn to give back.”

“You two each have your own strengths, but the rest of us have our own merits too.”

“I don’t care about the others, but this time I’m definitely competing!”

Adam Brooks and Logan Brooks were furious, standing up together and shouting, “Are you all trying to rebel?”

Unfortunately, they didn’t manage to scare anyone. The old Daoist who spoke first said in a mocking tone, “What’s that supposed to mean? Are only you two allowed to take good disciples, and the rest of us are supposed to go hungry, not even getting a sip of soup?”

“Enough!” Master Ryan Brooks shouted angrily. “A bunch of seniors, fighting in front of the juniors—what kind of example is that!”

Everyone fell silent at his rebuke.

Samuel Grant and his companion were overjoyed: the more attention Edward Foster received, the greater their own merit!

In Brian Carter’s mind, David Reed suddenly spoke: “Kid, how does it feel to be ignored?”

Brian Carter replied calmly, “I’m used to it.”