Evan Lin's voice sounded slowly.
His voice wasn't loud, but when it reached everyone's ears, it was like a bell ringing.
Evan's gaze landed on Zane Zhen, his eyes as indifferent as ever—no sorrow, no joy.
That look made Zane Zhen feel utterly humiliated!
He stepped forward, glaring coldly at Evan on the stage: "You're strong, but so what!"
"Zane Zhen, third-generation disciple under Elder Mark Mu of Medicine King Valley, is willing to learn a thing or two!"
Zane Zhen's face twisted with ferocity.
Elder Mark Mu frowned slightly, wanting to say something.
Zane Zhen pulled a small green porcelain jar from his pocket, only half the size of his palm.
Seeing the jar, Elder Mark Mu's face darkened. He looked at Evan and spoke slowly: "I am Mu Changqing of Medicine King Valley. Our Valley always welcomes strong guests and rarely makes enemies. Young man, would you give me, Mu Changqing, some face?"
"My disciple Zane Zhen grew up in the Valley, rarely interacting with outsiders. He doesn't fit in with the ways of the world. If he said anything provocative before, please don't take it to heart."
Elder Mark Mu looked at Evan on the stage, his gaze flickering.
Old Madam Ding glanced at Evan and nodded: "A true hero emerges young. I never expected to see such a prodigy at my Ding family's Boxing King Tournament."
At this moment, Old Madam Ding's gaze toward Evan had grown noticeably softer.
Compared to all kinds of positions, strength is always the hard truth.
Besides, to step into the Vajra Realm at such a young age and achieve the cultivation of a young Vajra, even with extraordinary talent, it takes immense willpower.
What's more, a young Vajra this powerful might just have a hidden clan backing him.
Those great families who stay hidden from the world often send young descendants out to train—partly to experience life, partly to seek opportunities for advancement.
"Don't say you're just an ordinary elder of Medicine King Valley—even if your Valley Master came in person, he might not dare ask me for 'face.'"
Evan remained indifferent, shaking his head slightly: "I didn't intend to kill anyone, but today, he must die."
Hearing Evan's words, Elder Mark Mu's face instantly darkened. "I don't know where you come from, but do you really intend to make an enemy of Medicine King Valley?"
"Medicine King Valley has stood strong for centuries—our foundation and heritage are far beyond your imagination."
"I see you have excellent roots and decent talent. Why not come back to the Valley with me? I'll vouch for you—you can enter Medicine King Valley as a guest elder. What do you say?"
Elder Mark Mu's voice was slow and measured.
As soon as he spoke, Old Madam Ding was momentarily stunned.
Below the stage, everyone was shocked by Elder Mark Mu's words.
"A guest elder of Medicine King Valley!"
"That's a position said to be on par with a Medicine King Valley elder! Plus, guest elders aren't restricted in any way—they even receive regular supplies of pills!"
"Each Valley elder can only invite two guest elders at most! The quota is incredibly precious. The last time Medicine King Valley got a new guest elder was, what, ten years ago?"
Everyone was full of shock at Elder Mark Mu's offer.
No one expected Elder Mark Mu to throw out such generous terms at this moment.
You could say, guest elder status is truly transcendent.
Unlike Valley Guardians, who have to guard the Valley all day, guest elders can come and go freely and enjoy countless privileges.
Medicine King Valley has long-standing ties with many powers. Even the most ordinary Valley disciple is welcomed everywhere.
Let alone a guest elder!
It's a status countless people dream of!
It's the symbol of endless honor and wealth!
Like leaping over the dragon gate—one step to the top.
Carter Cheng below the stage was flushed red, gritting his teeth anxiously, still waiting for his uncle.
If that guy on stage accepts, he'll become Medicine King Valley's own. Even if Carter's uncle, a fourth-grade Vajra, comes, he wouldn't dare make a move.
"Medicine King Valley guest elder!" Ruby Ding's expression grew complicated—she instantly regretted having clashed with Evan earlier.
Keaton Wang and Megan Liu didn't really get it, but just thought it sounded super impressive.
Shawn Shi beside them was so excited he nearly wanted to kneel and worship.
"If you really become a guest elder, and I stick close enough, maybe I can be promoted to Valley Guardian someday!"
Shawn was running his own little calculations.
Everyone had their own thoughts.
"So, what do you think of this offer?"
Elder Mark Mu saw the boy on stage remain silent, thinking he was tempted by the generous offer and weighing his options.
And it's true—ordinary people see Medicine King Valley like commoners see immortal cultivators; they're just not from the same world.
Even to Vajra experts, the guest elder position has irresistible appeal.
Everyone thought the boy on stage would surely accept.
Evan shook his head: "If Medicine King Valley wants to honor me as a guest elder, your Valley Master should kneel three times and kowtow nine times, prostrating for eighty-one days. Then maybe I'll consider it."
"You think a few words from you are enough to invite me? What a joke."
As soon as Evan finished speaking—
Shawn Shi's excited face froze, then became even more ecstatic: "Damn, that's really him! Not ordinary at all—even Medicine King Valley's guest elder doesn't impress him!"
Shawn wasn't stupid—Evan's strength was obvious to everyone. To publicly reject Medicine King Valley's offer meant a few things.
Either he's crazy, or the power behind him is even greater—he doesn't care about Medicine King Valley, which everyone else sees as a giant.
Shawn definitely didn't believe Evan was crazy.
In other words, there might be an even stronger force behind this youth!
Stronger than Medicine King Valley!
So strong he treats Medicine King Valley like nothing but ants!
Shawn Shi's heart burned with excitement—he almost wanted to cry.
He'd bet on the right horse!
He'd grabbed the right thigh!
His life was about to reach the peak!
"Do you even know what you're saying!"
Bang!
Elder Mark Mu was completely furious now. He slammed his palm onto the armrest; the wooden chair didn't shatter, but instead withered.
The solid wood armrest, once reddish-brown, turned ashen gray, then twisted, as if all moisture and life had been sucked out in an instant.
"How could Medicine King Valley's Master be slandered by a yellow-haired brat like you!"
"Such arrogance! You want our Valley Master to kneel and kowtow for eighty-one days just to invite you? Do you really think you're the strongest under heaven?"
Elder Mark Mu's face was full of rage, his aura surging outward, sweeping through the hall.