Once again, the training field was filled with the clamour of the crowd.

There were many different types of gazes focused on Maxwell now.

There were some filled with worship, some with ridicule, some with envy, and many that seemed to hate Maxwell.

The most surprising thing...

Those people who had been lining up for several days had lessened quite a bit. It looks like a lot of those martial artists here for the assessment had quietly sneaked away.

"My stomach hurts. Not good, it looks like I can’t participate in the assessment today." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"My period has come, agghhh, it hurts so much."

"Ah, crap, my aunt’s period has come. The person who had just left is actually my aunt. I’m sorry, I need to leave and go look after her."

"I... I’m going home to start farming. It’s obvious that cultivating isn’t suited for me."

The large crowd had dispersed, and it looked like not a single person wanted to stay behind.

It was mainly the outer sect disciples of the sect that were left here.

They were all looking at each other as they couldn’t understand what was going on.

Previously, they were fighting to enter the mountain, yet now they all looked like they had seen a ghost. They were acting like they wished they were born with extra legs so that they could leave the Gold Immortal Sect as quickly as possible. It seems like they were scared someone would try to make them stay!

This wasn’t the most important part...

Those martial artists who had already passed the assessment were now using various excuses so that they could leave as well.

After busying themselves for over half a month, there were fewer than a hundred people left. And these were the martial artists who still hadn’t participated in the assessment yet.

"What’s going on?"

"It was still fine before, so why did it suddenly change like that?"

"Humph!"

"It’s all because of him! He killed the Atlas envoy, yet still wants to shamelessly stay at our Gold Immortal Sect. Who would dare come here anymore? Let’s not talk about others, even some of our outer sect disciples might want to leave as well."

"That’s right! The Atlas Immortal Sect is too powerful and isn’t an existence we can offend. We will be fated for punishment if we stay here and might even lose our lives in the process."

It was very obvious...

Those people here for the assessment were leaving because of Maxwell.

Everyone understood how powerful the Atlas Immortal Sect was.

No one will have good days if they offended this whale of an existence, and they were all very clear on this. The Gold Immortal Sect couldn’t even protect itself, so they might even lose their lives if they stayed here. One might as well leave instead of taking that chance.

Maxwell’s expression turned gloomy.

Viktor walked over and said with a faint smile, "Don’t lower yourself to the likes of them. But what they’ve said is a fact – because of you, most likely the Gold Immortal Sect won’t be able to recruit many disciples this year. Especially the ones with slightly better innate talents."

"If our Gold Immortal Sect doesn’t participate in next year’s immortal sect disciple competition, I’m afraid we’re going to lose our ranking."

"Sigh..."

Viktor faintly sighed as he mentioned this.

Maxwell wasn’t bothered by it and asked, "Elder, such a big Immortal Sect cannot even send out some slightly decent disciples? If you guys aren’t participating this year, wouldn’t that be an even bigger blow to the Gold Immortal Sect?"

Viktor lowered his voice and said, "Our inner sect took a big blow while the outer sect wasn’t able to recruit any good disciples. The Gold Immortal Sect has been in a state where our granary is low, and the new crop isn’t ripe yet. In order to train the new disciples to tackle next year’s competition, our Sect Leader had those disciples undergo closed-door seclusion just for that. As for giving up this year’s competition to go all out next year... If we happen to lose horribly again, then the Gold Immortal Sect will really become a normal sect."

"Closed-door seclusion?"

Maxwell was surprised by this. He didn’t really understand how people cultivated, but what he did know was that cultivation wasn’t something you force out of someone.

Immediately after...

Maxwell thought of Constantine and the others and subconsciously smiled. He then mumbled, "It would be great if I could bring Constantine and the others here. We could participate in the immortal sect competition together and give all those immortal sect elite disciples a heavy trauma. Now that would be awesome."

Before Maxwell left...

He tried to beg Terrance but wasn’t successful.

Constantine and the others could only give up.

But...

Maxwell made an agreement with Constantine and the others – on the date of Gwendolyn’s wedding in two years, they would meet up at Sky City!

This was a promise between them.

Thinking of this, Maxwell subconsciously smiled and mumbled: "Constantine, Godfrey, Blindman Dale, how are you guys doing?"

"Brenda, I miss you!"

Missing!

Missing so very much!

But he was at ease.

Brenda and the others had Dracula to protect them. The Capital City had an extra expert at the Saint rank as a backup, so those who wanted to incite trouble had to weigh things out. With Dracula present, no one would dare to cause trouble.

Adam was using all his efforts to develop and expand.

The Evans Kingdom was steadily improving.

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Main hall.

Venerable Terrance’s brows were faintly locked. When he heard Elder Bjorn’s words, he could only sigh and say, "So it looks like the heavens wanted it to happen like this. All my Elders, what do you think of allowing Maxwell to stay? Which outer sect Hall wants to recruit him as a disciple?"

"Sect Leader!"

"We really can’t let the kid stay..."

Venerable Terrance’s brows rose in a glare while saying, "Since he has passed the assessment, then he is now a Gold Immortal Sect disciple. Do not mention those words ever again. Our Gold Immortal Sect needs to stand unified."

Venerable Thomas said, "Outer sect’s Pill Hall does not have the resources to add any more disciples."

"It’s the same with my Forging Hall."

"Same with the Taming Hall."

"..."

Everyone refused it.

There was not a single Elder willing to bring Maxwell into their Hall. No one wanted to incur the repercussions of housing this huge walking scourge.

Maxwell had become a member of their immortal sect. Once the Atlas Immortal Sect reaches their gates, the first thing they will do is start knocking on their Hall’s doors. So there’s definitely no way anyone is willing to accept this kid.

Venerable Terrance’s brows tightened once again.

Bjorn, who had remained silent all this time, spoke up: "Sect Leader, how about we let him train by himself? He might leave on his own when time passes by, and he realises he hasn’t made any progress. We can just observe in the shadows!"

"What Grand Elder said sounds good!"

Venerable Terrance reverted to a calm look as he said, "We’ll do that for now, then."

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Outer sect.

Viktor’s place of residence.

Maxwell couldn’t help asking: "Elder, do you know where the entrance to the Gold Immortal Sect’s ancient battlefield is?"