Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 109: Shameless Gou Tian

The unknown disciple that stepped forward suddenly stepped forward, his movements slow and controlled, yet carrying an air of absolute confidence, as if he had already calculated every possible outcome of this ridiculous challenge and had determined that he alone held the upper hand.

His expression remained unreadable, but the glint in his eyes betrayed amusement.

This was an opportunity—a rare one.

But before anything else, before throwing his own stake into the fire, he knew there was something he had to do first.

With a deep breath, the unknown disciple that stepped forward clasped his hands together in absolute reverence.

He turned first to Elder Fu, lowering his head in a respectful bow, holding the posture for an extended moment before slowly straightening with the practiced elegance of a seasoned disciple.

His tone was composed, but the weight of his words carried a lifetime of admiration and discipline.

"Elder Fu, one of the most esteemed figures in this sect, a man who has personally overseen the identification and elimination of demonic path cultivators within these very walls,"

The unknown disciple that stepped forward began, his voice steady yet filled with underlying reverence. "Your wisdom and insight have guided countless disciples. It is an honor to be in your presence."

A murmur rippled through the crowd.

Even Elder Fu's face remained unreadable, though the sharp glint in his gaze suggested that he was measuring

The unknown disciple that stepped forward's words carefully.

But The unknown disciple that stepped forward wasn't done.

Next, he turned to the Patriarch himself.

And this time, he lowered himself even further, bowing in a display of absolute submission and deference.

"Patriarch," The unknown disciple that stepped forward spoke, his voice now deeper, more filled with solemnity.

"The foundation upon which this sect stands, the guiding force behind its legacy, and the protector of its future. Your presence alone inspires generations, and your wisdom shapes the very course of history within these walls. To be acknowledged by you is not merely an honor—it is a privilege beyond measure."

The weight of his words settled heavily upon the crowd.

Disciples, both new and seasoned, felt their breath still in their chests.

Even those who had been openly mocking Zou Fang just moments ago found themselves listening intently, hanging onto every syllable the unknown disciple that stepped forward uttered.

It was a masterclass in respect, in knowing exactly how to play the game of hierarchy within the sect.

But he still wasn't done.

One by one, he turned to the other elders, bowing to each of them, his words meticulously crafted to acknowledge their unique contributions.

"Elder Shao, whose strategic mind has safeguarded this sect from external threats time and time again, I offer my respects."

"Elder Wei, whose mastery over formations and barriers has ensured the security of our sacred grounds, I humbly acknowledge your presence."

"Elder Huang, whose guidance has cultivated some of the most powerful disciples to ever emerge from this sect, I express my gratitude for your wisdom."

It continued.

And continued.

Every elder received their due. Every name was spoken with perfect poise.

By the time The unknown disciple that stepped forward was finished, the very atmosphere had changed.

Where once there had been raucous laughter and mocking tones, now there was only the sound of hushed whispers, the realization settling in that the unknown disciple that stepped forward was no ordinary disciple.

And then, only then, did The unknown disciple that stepped forward finally turn his attention back to Zou Fang.

His eyes hardened, his posture straightened, and his entire presence shifted. The respectful disciple who had just spoken moments ago? Gone.

In his place stood a challenger.

A force that would not be ignored.

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And then he spoke.

"Zou Fang."

He let the name hang in the air for a moment before continuing, his voice now edged with unmistakable arrogance.

"You've issued a challenge. A bold one. One that has drawn the attention of the entire sect. But let me offer you a counter-proposition."

His smirk widened slightly, the weight of his next words about to send shockwaves through the entire audience.

"If you manage to defeat all of us—every single new disciple here—then I propose that the elders take you in as their core and direct disciple."

The moment the words were spoken, the silence broke.

A roar of approval erupted from the gathered disciples.

A challenge was one thing. But a challenge with stakes?

A challenge that would force the highest figures of the sect to acknowledge the victor?

That was something else entirely.

"A core disciple position?!"

"He's actually trying to force the elders to acknowledge Zou Fang if he wins?!"

"Ridiculous! Who would agree to something like this?!"

The laughter returned, but this time, it was different.

It wasn't laughter mocking Zou Fang. It was excitement.

This was entertainment at its finest.

A spectacle that would be talked about for years.

But The unknown disciple that stepped forward wasn't done.

His gaze swept across the crowd, locking eyes with the Patriarch, Elder Fu, and the rest of the high-ranking figures of the sect.

And then, in the most calculated and deliberate manner possible, he added—

"However, if we manage to defeat Zou Fang, then we, the disciples, get to choose which elder takes us in as their disciple."

Silence.

For the first time since this entire ridiculous spectacle began, the weight of what was just proposed fully hit the audience.

This wasn't just a challenge anymore.

This was an ultimatum.

If Zou Fang won, he would rise higher than any disciple before him.

But if he lost?

The power dynamics within the sect would shift.

The elders themselves would no longer have absolute control over who they accepted. The disciples would dictate their fate.

It was madness.

And yet—

It was brilliant.

The crowd erupted.

"THIS IS CRAZY!"

"DO IT! DO IT!"

"I WANT TO SEE THIS HAPPEN!"

Even those who had no stake in the matter cheered.

Because no matter the outcome, something unforgettable was about to happen.

And as the noise swelled, as the sheer energy of the moment reached its peak, all eyes finally turned.

Turned to the Patriarch.

Turned to Elder Fu.

Turned to the figures of authority, who now held the power to make this madness a reality.

And for the first time since this absurd challenge began—however, to Wei Long this is weird.

Soon, his thoughts drifted toward Guo Tian.

Unlike the other disciples, this was a name he had encountered before when he tamed Zou Fang.

Guo Tian in his memory, wasn't an in name disciple—he had already established himself as an outer sect disciple.

He had a reputation for brute force and cunning, always finding ways to get what he wanted.

One of the most notable incidents involving Guo Tian was his attempt to steal Zou Fang's Bashawk, a spirit beast known for its sharp talons and keen senses.

The attempt had failed spectacularly, leaving Guo Tian humiliated, yet instead of disappearing from the sect or hiding in disgrace, he was here—among the new disciples.

That didn't make sense.

Why would someone who had already climbed the ranks suddenly be back at the starting line?

Was it punishment?

A demotion?

Or something else entirely?

Wei Long's golden reptilian eyes flickered in deep thought.

Compared to Lin Zhi, Guo Tian was a different breed entirely.

Lin Zhi had skill, yes, but Guo Tian was known for overwhelming strength.

It was said that few among the new disciples could even stand in a direct confrontation with him. And yet, here he was, lined up as if he were just another recruit.

Something was off.

Inside his consciousness, Wei Long's mental voice hummed, reaching out toward Zou Fang.

In the real world, Zou Fang's eyes suddenly lit up with realization.

Then, in a voice loud and clear, Zou Fang started to speak.

At first, his tone was casual, conversational even, as if he were merely stating a simple fact, but soon, his words grew in number, multiplying like an endless flood.

He spoke at length about the nature of the deal, expounding on its benefits, advantages, and the sheer brilliance of it.

"—and you must understand, the foundation of this arrangement is flawless! Consider the opportunity before you! To reject such a deal would be akin to spitting in the face of fortune itself!"

On and on it went. Zou Fang spoke without pause, his voice unwavering, his conviction absolute.

It was as if he had entered a trance, as if every word carried the weight of undeniable truth, an unrelenting torrent of persuasion that refused to cease.

The other disciples, with their expressions ranging from confusion to outright disbelief, began to shift uncomfortably.

Some glanced at one another, silently asking, Is this really happening?

Others stared at Zou Fang, their mouths slightly open, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of his speech.

The elders, too, found themselves caught in the storm of words.

One of them, an old man with a long white beard, furrowed his brows as if trying to process the sheer depth of the argument.

Another elder, known for his sharp wit and quick decision-making, seemed frozen in place, his mind attempting to grasp the overwhelming reasoning being laid before them.

The Patriarch, usually an unshakable figure of authority, found himself shifting slightly, as if reconsidering long-held truths.

The entire assembly, from the lowest-ranking disciples to the highest-ranking elders, had been thrown into an unending loop of contemplation.

But then, just as the relentless storm of words reached its peak, just as it seemed that Zou Fang might speak for eternity itself, he suddenly stopped.

A silence fell upon the hall, an eerie, almost deafening silence that left everyone hanging on the precipice of expectation.

Then, in a voice that cut through the stillness like a blade, Zou Fang asked:

"But Guo Tian, aren't you an outer sect disciple already? How dare you stand in front of me?"

The words were like a thunderclap.

A shudder ran through the gathered disciples.

They blinked, as if waking from a dream, suddenly realizing the absurdity of the situation.

Guo Tian, a former outer sect disciple, was here among them.

Why?

Why was he here?

What was going on?

A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd. "Wait… that's right." "Guo Tian? Here?" "That doesn't make sense!" "Wasn't he already in the outer sect?" "Why is he standing here with us?" "Something's wrong."

The Patriarch's gaze darkened. His sharp, piercing eyes, which had remained composed until now, flickered with suspicion.

The elders exchanged glances, some frowning, others looking genuinely perplexed.

One of the elder's hands twitched, as if suppressing the urge to stroke his beard in deep thought.

Another's lips parted slightly, as if about to ask a question but hesitating.

Then, the discussions began.

Elder Liu, known for his strict adherence to rules, narrowed his eyes. "An outer sect disciple among the new recruits? Impossible. There are no precedents for such a thing."

Elder Qian, the one who often mediated disputes, seemed to waver. "But if it is true, then why has he been placed here? Surely, there must be an explanation."

The murmurs grew louder. The Patriarch, his face unreadable, finally spoke. His voice, though calm, carried an undeniable weight. "Guo Tian, answer the question."

Guo Tian remained silent.

The disciples waited.

The elders waited.

The Patriarch waited.

Nothing.

The silence stretched on, growing heavier with each passing second.

It was as if the very air had thickened, pressing down on those gathered.

Zou Fang, unfazed by the oppressive tension, took a step forward.

His gaze locked onto Guo Tian, his voice laced with mockery, contempt dripping from every syllable.

"Shameless."