Lord Of Leveling Up 2: The Last Dragon User-Chapter 54: A Ruckus Outside!

Royal Immortal Sect was ranked number one.

The Atlas Immortal Sect came next at rank two. As for the Crimson Immortal Sect and the Gold Immortal Sect, they were considered second-rate out of the immortal sect category. But these so-called second-rate immortal sects, when compared to normal sects like the Cold Sea Sect, were at least ten thousand times stronger.

The true experts of the world gathered at these immortal sects.

The Royal envoy maintained a cold look as he didn’t place the Crimson or Gold immortal sects in his eyes. He coldly harrumphed: "Any place with my Royal Immortal Sect present, you second-rate immortal sects should move a little further away. With just your statuses, you guys aren’t qualified to snatch people from my Royal Immortal Sect."

"What you’ve said is correct!"

"You two should quickly leave first so that you don’t have to lose face later on. It’s a matter of fact that you guys won’t be able to snatch him." The Atlas envoy was also revealing a cold, arrogant sneer as he said, "Harold, Peter Wesley was someone our Atlas Sect deliberately conceded to you. How about you give the new guy to us so that I can make a good impression on my immortal sect?"

The Royal envoy merely smiled, but his expression showed his unpleasant emotion.

He wasn’t unhappy due to the Atlas envoy asking him to withdraw, but was unhappy because the envoy was comparing Peter Wesley to Maxwell. He immediately revealed a look of disdain and said, "Peter Wesley’s cultivation is unparalleled in this world. The only person we can compare him to is your Atlas Sect’s young phoenix. A mere Maxwell Gillette of the Evans Kingdom, who doesn’t even have a bloodline and whose cultivation is only at the Ancestor rank. How can a common mortal have the qualifications to be compared with Peter Wesley? He is only a pile of mud while Peter is an unreachable star in the sky."

"Right, right, right!"

"What you’ve said is correct. My previous words were somewhat inappropriate, so I hope you will forgive me." The Atlas envoy responded with an apologetic smile.

The dirty old man grinned and said, "Since you two great immortal sects look down on him, how about just give him to our Gold Immortal Sect? I really like the personality of the kid – he dares to fight and take risks and isn’t afraid of much stronger opponents. He is truly not a bad seedling."

Venerable Joshua interrupted: "Royal Immortal Sect and Atlas Immortal Sect each already have an extraordinary disciple – one true dragon and one young phoenix. There’s no need for you two to compete for a kid like Maxwell since there’s no way he can compare with your two geniuses. How about you two just withdraw?"

True dragon and young phoenix, their names were famous throughout the world.

Back then...

Many large immortal sects were competing for them, which almost caused a huge war.

In the end...

The Grand Sect Leader of the Royal Immortal Sect exited closed-door seclusion and said some unknown words to Peter Wesley. This caused Peter Wesley to immediately agree to join them and become a disciple of the Royal Immortal Sect. And he was directly raised to the inner sect’s core disciple status. Peter Wesley gained the full-out grooming of the Royal Immortal Sect, and his cultivation level shot up like he was riding a rocket.

As for the young phoenix Gwendolyn, she too caused a huge bout of competition but the sensation wasn’t as large as Peter’s. She directly chose the Atlas Immortal Sect because there was a relation to the starlight powers inside her body.

These past few years...

Many big and small immortal sects were competing openly and in secret. They would fight for any good seedling that cropped up in the world.

The incident in the capital city quickly spread throughout.

Maxwell was gradually becoming someone of importance to the immortal sects. The moment news spread that he killed Devil Monarch Skysoul, many immortal sects immediately wanted to throw out an olive branch. These four immortal sects came today because they wanted to recruit Maxwell into their sect.

"Humph!"

The Royal envoy coldly harrumphed before saying, "You wish, Venerable Joshua. This kid can kill Devil Monarch Skysoul, so it shows he has a bit of potential. Since the people up top commanded me to bring him back to our immortal sect, then it’s obvious that I cannot just give him to you like that."

"Besides, a cold environment like your Crimson Immortal Sect isn’t qualified to snatch people from us."

"And there’s you, Venerable David. Your Gold Immortal Sect is about to fall down to becoming an ordinary sect so you aren’t even qualified to call yourself an immortal sect anymore. Yet you still run over here trying to snatch disciples? It’s useless even if you manage to snatch him; can you guys even afford to groom him?"

"What about it?"

"You wish to vent your grievances in next year’s immortal sect competition?"

"When Peter Wesley fought alone against eighteen of your disciples, you guys still lost. Do you really think you can win if you gain this kid? Don’t be silly and just go back and take a nap. As long as that person is normal in the head, they would never choose your Gold Immortal Sect."

It was very direct.

He wasn’t giving Venerable Joshua and David any face.

It was especially bad for the Gold Immortal Sect, as they were humiliated to the point of being not even worth a penny.

In the last immortal sect competition, Peter Wesley alone had defeated eighteen disciples of the Gold Immortal Sect. He killed every single one of them and caused the Gold Immortal Sect to never be able to rise again. The new crop of talents wasn’t ready yet, and thus forced the once glorious Gold Immortal Sect to fall into the plight of becoming an ordinary sect.

Venerable Joshua’s face changed to one of irritation.

The dirty old man maintained a smiling face and his eyes showed an immeasurable depth where people couldn’t tell what he was hiding. He chuckled and said, "Royal Immortal Sect is truly great, but it’s useless no matter how awesome your words are. You still need the other party to nod their head for it to work. Not everyone is like Peter Wesley and will choose you guys."

"What you’ve said is correct!"

"No matter how strong you are, you still need the other party to agree. Who knows, maybe the other party doesn’t like your Royal Immortal Sect?" Venerable Joshua immediately assented at the side.

The Royal envoy scoffed and said, "That’s only if the kid’s eyes are blind!"

As his voice faded...

The Royal envoy’s voice lowered, and an invisible sound wave covered the entire royal palace: "Maxwell Gillette, come out here!"

His voice was very powerful...

And his tone very proud. The Royal envoy didn’t put Maxwell in his heart at all. He came here because it was an assignment his immortal sect issued him; otherwise, he would have never come to a place like the Capital City. He will definitely not come here to accept some welfare kid like Maxwell. Maxwell was merely a bumpkin from the countryside who happened to be a bit lucky.

The Royal Immortal Sect was an orthodox immortal sect.

The disciples they recruited all had special bloodlines, and each disciple would have some type of strong family background supporting them. They were all people innately endowed with a bloodline which gave them the qualifications to potentially ascend to the most powerful and supreme rank of a God Sovereign!

If it weren’t for killing Devil Monarch Skysoul, who would know of the name Maxwell Gillette?

"The Royal Immortal Sect is truly not like the others."

"Are you recruiting a disciple or are you calling someone out for a fight?" Venerable Joshua said with disdain.

"What about it?"

"A cow riding guy like you isn’t convinced?"

"Even if I act a bit more arrogant, that kid will still obediently scram out of here. Being favoured by my Royal Immortal Sect is the blessing his ancestors have gathered for the past eighteen generations. Having me call his name is already considered the greatest honour he has ever received," said the Royal envoy with an expression of disdain. He was then saying internally to himself in an annoyed manner: "If it weren’t for the Grand Elder making me come here, I would be too lazy to come to a ghostly place like this. What qualifications does a mere country bumpkin have to be favoured by the Royal Immortal Sect?"

The guards at the gate were standing to the side all this time because they had never seen such an imposing scene.

Four big immortal sects were here in the Capital City, and they all fancied Prince Consort.

They were happy for Maxwell.

But they were also a bit annoyed. The tone from the Royal Immortal Sect was too arrogant and sounded like they didn’t put Maxwell in their eyes. One must know that the people of the Capital City had elevated Maxwell to an unimaginably high status.

Suddenly...

One of the guards gathered his courage and said, "Our Prince Consort isn’t in the palace. If you guys wish for our Prince Consort to become a disciple of your immortal sects, I think you should be more polite or else the consequences may become quite severe."

"Courting death!"

"Do you even have the right to speak here?"

The Royal envoy’s gaze changed. His index finger faintly moved, and a beam of sword light directly chopped off an arm of that guard!