Chapter 465: The Three Patriarchs Refuse to Accept

“Dongbo, the Seventh Plum Rain? Why didn’t she take me as her disciple?” Jiushe grew increasingly resentful and unwilling.

At this moment, the Seventh Plum Rain was conversing with Dongbo Xueying via voice transmission: “Brother Dongbo, I feel ashamed for not mentioning it earlier… but I’ve actually been disguising myself as a man.”

“Hahaha, no wonder! I was wondering why the Whirlpool Mother Divine Emperor, who only takes female disciples, would suddenly accept a male this time,” Dongbo Xueying replied with a laugh. “And when I learned your father was the Mo Xue Monarch, I was even more curious. I’d long heard he had six daughters—did the seventh one somehow turn into a son?”

The Seventh Plum Rain chuckled.

She was genuinely happy.

Truthfully, from a purely disciple-seeking perspective, she would have preferred a master who was more skilled in guidance and stricter in discipline! Overly protective masters could hinder cultivation, as others would immediately distance themselves upon learning she was a disciple of the Whirlpool Mother Divine Emperor, unwilling to provoke her. While this meant fewer troubles, it also meant fewer opportunities for real tempering!

But from a daughter’s standpoint, her father, the Mo Xue Monarch, likely wouldn’t last much longer. He might soon have to seal his memories and reincarnate—a process with a slim chance of regaining his past life. His enemies would undoubtedly seek revenge. In such a situation, having a protective master was a blessing for her and her sisters.

She had already informed her father, and the Mo Xue Monarch was overjoyed.

What he most desired was for his daughters to be taken under the wing of a powerful, protective master. But such figures were rare. Within the Bloodblade Divine Court, the most notoriously protective were only two—the Whirlpool Mother Divine Emperor and the Tyrant Xiong Ancestor. Both had unshakable backing. The Tyrant Xiong Ancestor was the mount of the Bamboo Mountain Estate Master and a sworn brother of Pang Yi. The Five Fiends of the Divine Realm were tightly knit—after all, only five divine beasts had ever ascended to such heights. If one was wronged, the other four would never let it slide.

Only with such formidable backing could one afford to be protective!

—

“Jiushe!” A World God guard handed a token to Jiushe under the watchful eyes of nearly two thousand Deity-level experts.

Jiushe could barely contain his excitement as he accepted it.

Glancing sideways at Dongbo, the Drunken Lone Guest, the Seventh Plum Rain, and other Deity-level experts from Anhai Domain, he smirked triumphantly before focusing on the token.

After sensing its contents, Jiushe turned to the Drunken Lone Guest and said with exaggerated courtesy, “Elder Yu has agreed to take me as his disciple. Jiushe greets his senior brother.”

Elder Yu had only accepted him as an inner disciple, while the Drunken Lone Guest was a personal disciple—a fact widely known even before the Divine Court’s battle.

The Drunken Lone Guest frowned slightly and gave a perfunctory acknowledgment. He had never held a favorable impression of Jiushe.

“Senior brother, if there’s anything you need in the future, just command me. I’ll spare no effort,” Jiushe continued obsequiously via voice transmission.

Dongbo Xueying watched in astonishment. Moments ago, Jiushe had been domineering and arrogant, yet now he was groveling before the Drunken Lone Guest. Though their conversation was private, Dongbo could tell Jiushe was bending over backward to please him—while the Drunken Lone Guest remained indifferent, though his initial disdain had faded.

“From arrogance to servility in an instant? This Jiushe’s face-changing skills are truly extraordinary,” Dongbo Xueying mused, grudgingly impressed by his shamelessness.

“Dongbo.” Another World God guard approached with a token.

Dongbo accepted the black token.

Soon after, yet another token was delivered.

Many watching Deity-level experts burned with envy. They struggled to obtain even one token, while Dongbo Xueying had already received five. Considering how few mighty figures existed in the Bloodblade Divine Court, five offers were staggering.

Dongbo Xueying picked up the final silver-white token and probed its message.

“I, Tyrant Xiong! Dongbo Xueying, I wish to take you as my personal disciple. Though I may not be the most skilled teacher, I’m far from the worst. Gu Zang wants you? That recluse has nothing to offer—he’s dirt poor! Dong Hu wants you? Ha! He’s got no backing and plenty of enemies—that’s why he sought refuge in the Bloodblade Divine Court! Emperor Qian Qu? Too rigid—you’d suffer under him. The Left Palace Master? A loner with few friends and little care for disciples. You’re better off with me. As my disciple, no one would dare bully you!”

“I’ll even gift you a treasure I’ve spent years refining—perfect for you! I’ve also spoken to the Bamboo Mountain Estate Master. You’ll be allowed to cultivate in his Purple Bamboo Sea! Even his inner disciples must pass trials to enter, but you’ll bypass them—that’s my influence. Rest assured, I treat my disciples with utmost care.”

“Join me! You’ll be my first Four Heavens World God disciple, destined for greatness!”

Dongbo Xueying was dumbfounded.

Of the five tokens he’d received, the other four had been concise—simple declarations like, “I, Qian Qu, take you as my personal disciple.”

Mighty figures had their pride. They might favor a disciple, but they wouldn’t grovel. Most were strict, leaving disciples to fend for themselves in life-and-death trials—death simply meant inadequacy. Such harshness forged true experts.

But the Tyrant Xiong Ancestor? His message was a verbose sales pitch, laced with insults toward the other four.

Gu Zang Emperor? True, he was reclusive and poor—but his master was the Bloodblade Divine Emperor!

Dong Hu Ancestor? Yes, he’d joined the Divine Court to escape enemies—but he was an excellent teacher.

Emperor Qian Qu? Rigid, yes, but he held immense authority, managing much of the Divine Court’s affairs.

The Left Palace Master? Cold and demanding, but highly skilled in instruction.

Each had strengths. Yet Tyrant Xiong had disparaged them all while dangling extravagant promises.

“Regardless, the Tyrant Xiong Ancestor’s notorious protectiveness is evident in this message,” Dongbo Xueying thought. “His only flaw is his teaching ability.”

“Just these five?”

He continued waiting, holding out hope for one of the Three Ancestors. The Divine Emperor was beyond reach, but if even one of the Three Ancestors took him in, it would be a dream come true.

—

Time passed.

No more tokens arrived. Only eight Deity-level experts had received offers—Dongbo Xueying among them, with five tokens.

—

At the Ten Thousand Flowers Feast, Hui Ming and the Scarletflame Ancestor observed quietly.

“The five who offered tokens to our junior brother were the Gu Zang Emperor, Dong Hu Ancestor, Emperor Qian Qu, the Left Palace Master, and the Tyrant Xiong Ancestor. None from the Three Ancestors,” Hui Ming murmured, frowning.

“The Three Ancestors seem uninterested?” the Scarletflame Ancestor sighed inwardly.

They weren’t the only ones watching. Many mighty figures at the feast were curious about the Bloodblade Divine Court’s recruitment.

“Bamboo Mountain, no plans to take a disciple?” rumbled a towering figure seated near the Bloodblade Divine Emperor—a supreme ruler of the Dark Abyss, his eyes pools of endless bloodshed. As one of the Abyss’s overlords, his status matched the Divine Emperor’s. In all the Divine Realm and Abyss, he had few friends—the Bamboo Mountain Estate Master was one of them, their bond deep.

The Bamboo Mountain Estate Master, handsome with sharp, blade-like eyes and a faint golden fissure on his brow, smiled faintly. “Brother Niluo, I’m still struggling to advance my own cultivation. How could I spare effort for disciples?”

—

Upon the highest throne, the Bloodblade Divine Emperor, draped in robes of shadowed crimson, cast his fathomless gaze downward. His focus rested upon the most frigid of the Three Ancestors—Pang Yi, sovereign of the Divine Realm’s Five Fiends. Not even the Divine Emperor could eclipse Pang Yi’s razor-edged aura. His name echoed through legend—in the primordial era when titans were few, he had reigned as the most dreaded divine beast, his carnage and ferocity whispered across all dimensions.

Now, after eons, Pang Yi had mellowed.

“My master won’t take disciples, Bamboo Mountain refuses… Pang Yi, will you also abstain?” the Divine Emperor asked, amused.

“My cultivation method remains incomplete. I cannot afford distractions,” Pang Yi replied calmly.

The Divine Emperor nodded slightly.

Hearing this exchange, the other mighty figures understood. Distant observers like the Scarletflame Ancestor and Hui Ming sighed in disappointment—the Three Ancestors truly wouldn’t recruit this time.

But this was expected.

At their level, attracting their interest was rare.

“Attendant,” the Divine Emperor suddenly called. A World God guard swiftly approached, bowing in readiness.

The Divine Emperor flipped his hand, revealing a blood-red token.