Chapter 412
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Chapter 412: Dharma Protector Hou Changming!
Therefore, in theory, it is likely impossible for any disciple to reach the fifth level in this attempt.
“If we could select a few who aren’t weak this time, that would be great.”
“Even though no one has come out yet,” said the thin and tall elder, “there will always be disciples who emerge. If we can pick a few good ones to join our peak, that would be great as well.”
“I’ll take the first one, and you can have the second and third. Then we can choose at our discretion. How does that sound?”
The slightly chubby protector’s eyes gleamed with excitement. Reaching the fourth level of the Heavenly Stairs first was a significant achievement, proving that this disciple had great talent. He was determined to take him under his wing.
“Alright.”
The tall and thin protector hesitated for a moment, then nodded. While the first disciple to leave showed immense potential, things could still go awry. The second and third disciples, however, were highly gifted, so he wouldn’t lose too much in the process.
“Poor Hou Changming, he’s probably going to be left out.”
The slightly plump protector chuckled to himself, recalling the time when Dharma Protector Hou Changming was chosen to guard the space portal to the fifth level of the Heavenly Stairs. Despite his gloomy expression, he had tried to appear aloof and proud, claiming that accepting disciples wasn’t something to be taken lightly and one should never settle for mediocrity.
The tall and thin protector smirked knowingly. Hou Changming wouldn’t be able to recruit any disciples this time.
As for the next opportunity, with so many protectors at the Divine Sword School, it was uncertain when it would come.
“Oh, someone’s finally arrived.”
Suddenly, the lanky protector raised his eyes slightly and looked towards the spatial portal. The portal began to ripple, and he wondered who would be the first to step through.
All eyes shifted to the spatial portal.
The slightly chubby protector’s gaze was even more expectant. This first disciple to emerge from the spatial teleportation gate was likely going to be the one he would claim as his own.
As the crowd watched, a figure flashed out of the spatial teleportation gate amidst the ripples.
It was a young man, about 20 years old. He stepped out of the portal with a joyful expression, still reveling in the excitement and happiness of his achievement.
“It looks like he’s acceptable!”
The slightly plump protector observed him, initially not holding much hope for the disciple who emerged, but nonetheless, he was satisfied.
“Swoosh…”
Just then, as the slightly plump protector was about to speak, the space portal stirred once more, and another person walked out.
The tall and thin protector was particularly attentive, as the second and third people were likely the ones he would claim as disciples.
Under the gaze of many, the space portal opened again, and out stepped the second and third figures.
But immediately after, the fourth, fifth, and sixth figures appeared as well.
The procession didn’t stop there. More and more figures began to emerge, and soon, dozens, then hundreds of people had walked out.
“Oh, did they all come out together? It looks like there will be as many as last time.”
The sight of so many disciples immediately filled the two protectors with hope.
The young disciples of this generation had performed exceptionally well in the past five years, otherwise, so many wouldn’t have emerged.
“We did it, we succeeded!”
“Is this the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords? We’ve made it!”
One by one, the disciples walked out, their excitement apparent as they looked around. They had finally entered the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords and now had a chance to become inner disciples.
“This doesn’t seem right. Why are there still disciples coming out?”
The tall and thin protector and the slightly chubby protector had been pleased at first, but soon grew suspicious. While over a hundred disciples had already emerged, the stream showed no signs of stopping.
“Three hundred and fifty-nine, three hundred and sixty…”
When the tall and thin protector saw that three hundred and sixty disciples had emerged, his expression froze, and his brow furrowed.
This was perplexing. Were all the outer disciples this extraordinary?
Meanwhile, in a certain location on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, a man stood in front of a spatial teleportation gate, awaiting the last curtain call.
This was a man in his fifties, not tall, but with a face weathered by time, giving the impression that he had lived through many storms despite his age.
Yet, his eyes gleamed with a faint light that could make anyone’s heart tremble if they stared too long.
This man was Dharma Protector Hou Changming, chosen by luck to guard this particular portal.
Behind him stood a few disciples in their thirties, seemingly lacking enthusiasm or energy.
They all knew that standing guard in front of this space portal was merely a formality. It was unlikely that any disciple would emerge from here.
This was a spatial portal leading to the fifth level of the Heavenly Stairs. It was unlikely that any of the outer disciples had such exceptional talent.
“If we even get one disciple, it’ll be a win…”
Dharma Protector Hou Changming murmured. He had been unlucky enough to be assigned to this portal, and his hopes were low.
At this moment, Dharma Protector Hou Changming could only hope for a miracle—a disciple emerging from the portal whom he could take under his wing, thus proving his worth and making his doubters regret their judgment.
“Oh…”
Dharma Protector Hou Changming sighed. He knew in his heart that there weren’t many disciples capable of ascending to the fifth level of the Heavenly Stairs.
Especially since one had already done so five years ago. This time, it seemed unlikely. He could only blame his bad luck.
“Oh, there’s someone!”
Suddenly, Dharma Protector Hou Changming’s gaze sharpened, and a glimmer of light sparked in his eyes as he focused intently on the space portal.
He clearly felt movement from the portal, as though someone was about to step through.
“Is it really a miracle?”
At that moment, Dharma Protector Hou Changming felt a rush of excitement. This could be a miracle! If a disciple emerged, he could take him under his wing, and it would be a great gain.
With eager anticipation, Dharma Protector Hou Changming waited, hopeful.
The previously indifferent disciples suddenly became interested, eager to see which of the outer disciples had the talent to climb to the fifth level of the Heavenly Stairs.
Climbing the fifth level required exceptional talent—a King Grade talent, destined to become a direct disciple.
Under everyone’s watch, a figure flashed out of the spatial portal. He was a young man, about twenty, looking around with excitement.
Dharma Protector Hou Changming was about to speak when another disturbance occurred in the portal. Two more young men stepped out, equally elated, nearly in tears with joy.
“Three! Heaven helps those who help themselves!”
Dharma Protector Hou Changming was overcome with excitement. His heart raced. Three disciples had emerged! If there had been only one, he might not have been sure about claiming him as a disciple, but with three, at least one could become his.
