Lord Of Leveling Up 2: The Last Dragon User-Chapter 62: Indulge me

"Inviting me to a banquet?"

"Humph!"

"It looks like the Capital City at least knows a bit about etiquette."

"However, inviting me to a banquet can be considered adding some brilliance to the Evans Kingdom. You guys say that you’re inviting me over for dinner, but you’re just doing yourselves a favour." The Royal envoy was full of disdain. The moment he was invited over for a banquet by the Evans Kingdom’s King, his mouth revealed a smug smile.

But...

He didn’t reject it, nor did he accept the invitation that was in the hands of the new Internal Minister, Williams Monroe.

He merely grunted coldly: "I understand, I will be there tonight."

Williams withdrew from the room in fear while showing a respectful look. He didn’t dare to show the slightest disrespect towards the envoy. It wasn’t that he was afraid of him, but it was due to the oppressive pressure coming from the Royal Immortal Sect envoy that he was unable to withstand.

If he didn’t possess a cultivation at the Ancestor rank, most likely he would have already kneeled in front of the Royal Immortal Sect envoy.

At three different places.

The Atlas Immortal Sect, the Crimson Immortal Sect, and the Gold Immortal Sect all received invitations.

Apart from the Atlas Immortal Sect envoy acting arrogantly, the other two immortal sects treated William with courtesy.

They had come with sincerity to recruit Maxwell.

That’s why they maintained an attitude of mutual respect.

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"Really?"

Maxwell’s gaze turned cold after hearing William’s narrative of what happened. He then smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Monroe."

William was a bit overwhelmed by the politeness and replied: "No, no, this is something this subordinate should be doing. Prince Consort, if there’s nothing else, this one shall withdraw."

Maxwell nodded.

Once William retreated from the main hall, Constantine had an annoyed expression as he said, "That Royal Immortal Sect is really full of themselves. Since they’re trying to invite the boss over, they should be showing some sincerity, yet they’re acting as if we owe him money."

Indeed...

The Royal Immortal Sect was overbearing.

Their envoy was naturally overbearing as well and didn’t place the Capital City in their eyes at all.

Even when the Evans Kingdom’s King invited him, he didn’t show any signs of respect and maintained his attitude of being superior to them.

"Royal Immortal Sect, the world’s number one immortal sect that has cultivated countless experts. Out of all the experts in our world, a quarter of them came from the Royal Immortal Sect. Ever since Peter Wesley mysteriously joined that sect, their fame became even more imposing. In just a few years, they had amazingly surpassed the Atlas Immortal Sect to become the number one immortal sect," said Blindman Dale in a neither fast nor slow pace.

"What’s so great about the number one immortal sect?! Can the number one sect randomly cripple someone’s limb? I don’t give a shit about whatever dog’s fart number one immortal sect," scolded Constantine. After a few seconds, he started grinning foolishly and said, "Boss, since the Royal Immortal Sect is the number one immortal sect, it should definitely have countless experts present and will be of great help to you. And only the number one immortal sect is worthy of you. This envoy is a bit too arrogant, but the other disciples shouldn’t be the same, right?"

The meaning behind Constantine’s words was very simple.

He wanted Maxwell to become a disciple of the Royal Immortal Sect.

Since it was the number one immortal sect, they must have a lot of cultivation resources, and they will be of great help to Maxwell.

Constantine had always been like that.

No matter what’s going on, he would always consider the greatest gains on Maxwell’s behalf.

"The Atlas Immortal Sect has weakened quite a bit in recent years. But it was also because Peter Wesley was just too influential and happened to cover up the Atlas Immortal Sect’s brilliance. In addition to the fact that the young phoenix Gwendolyn preferred to act low-key and rarely made an appearance, this caused their influence to be a bit inferior to the Royal Immortal Sect. But we can’t ignore that many disciples of the Atlas Immortal Sect are treating Gwendolyn as their Goddess, and this has even affected the outside world, where many geniuses are joining just because of her." Blindman Dale continued explaining.

"That’s the sister-in-law’s immortal sect?"

"Boss, it’s sister-in-law!"

Constantine unconsciously started smiling. But when he recalled how Gwendolyn would glare at him, his mind shivered coldly.

Maxwell faintly smiled. His heart started missing her when he started thinking about Gwendolyn. He then asked Blindman Dale: "How about the other two immortal sects?"

Blindman Dale continued speaking: "The Crimson Immortal Sect is okay. They are an upright sect that follows the rules and has been developing smoothly. The Gold Immortal Sect is a bit pitiful. A year ago, eighteen talented geniuses of the Gold Immortal Sect were crippled by Peter Wesley alone. It was due to that incident that they’re about to fall off the qualifications to stay as an immortal sect. It’s best that you don’t go to that immortal sect. Most likely, they won’t be able to bring out any talents to the stage for next year’s Immortal Sect Disciple Competition.

"Boss, there’s no need to consider the Gold Immortal Sect."

"That’s right!"

"They’re the worst out of all the immortal sects, so going there is practically useless."

"From the way I see it, you should choose the Royal Immortal Sect. They’re the number one immortal sect, so whether it be martial techniques or upgraded weapons, every aspect of theirs should be stronger than all the other immortal sects. You should just choose them."

They were all staring at Maxwell.

They were annoyed by the Royal envoy’s arrogance.

But this was related to Maxwell’s future, so even though they were annoyed, they would still endure it so that Maxwell could pick the best immortal sect.

Maxwell was moved by this. He looked at every one of them and said: "You guys all want me to leave? You should know that once I become an immortal sect disciple, I will have to leave you guys. Besides, I never said that I wanted to join any immortal sects in the first place."

Immortal sects – just the name invoked awe.

This was the holy temple and the dream of every martial artist!

This was the goal that countless people fought for.

But...

When it came to Maxwell, all the sects were the same to him.

His cultivation never required resources or a grandmaster’s teachings. He completely relied on killing monsters to level up. As long as a place had monsters, then he would naturally level up. As for joining an immortal sect, he never once thought about it and had no intention of parting with his brothers.

Everyone was shocked when they heard Maxwell’s words.

They all stared at Maxwell with mouths agape. Their expressions clearly showed that they couldn’t understand Maxwell’s thought process.

"Boss, you’ve lost your mind!"

"This is definitely an illusion! How can a sane person even reject joining an immortal sect? This is a once-in-a-lifetime fortune from burning incense to one’s ancestors for the past eighteen generations!"

"Bastard, what is wrong with your brains?"

"That’s right! Aren’t you going to snatch the bride two years later at Sky City? How can you suppress Peter Wesley without having a powerful identity? He’s currently a Royal Immortal Sect disciple who’s been purposely groomed. You must go beyond all aspects if you wish to surpass him; that’s why you must join an immortal sect."

"That’s right!"

Everyone voiced their agreement.

Dracula, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked: "Brat, you can’t be thinking of wanting to explode them, right?"

"Huh?"

Out of everyone present, only Dracula understood Maxwell the most.

This kid wasn’t afraid of dying and didn’t fear any repercussions. He was practically an existence equivalent to a mentally insane person.

The stronger the person he sees, the more excited he becomes.

This was an immortal sect envoy we’re talking about, so a lot of good stuff will definitely come from their bodies. This kid is definitely thinking of exploding them!

Maxwell gave a sinister grin before saying, "Lord Dracula, you’re way too awesome. You can actually guess what I’m thinking, hahaha..."

Looking at everyone’s shocked expression...

Maxwell stopped smiling and said seriously, "Don’t worry, I’m just messing around. I know what those guys are capable of; just a move of their fingers can turn me into ashes. How can I be serious about exploding them? I’m just kidding."

"As for the matter of joining an immortal sect..."

"We’ll talk more about it tonight."

Maxwell was looking forward to tonight’s banquet!