A duel between gods?
The only god Tang Rao had ever seen was the Black Demon, who wore black clothes every day, talking crazily about becoming the God of Light and the ruler of the Divine Realm.
Now there are two gods fighting over so trivial matters.
Why does Tang Rao feel that the Divine Realm is even ssier than their Land of Immortals?
"Did you find out what they're looking for?"
Tang Rao asked.
"I don't know either, they talked about so kind of halo, and it's said that whoever gets it becos the strongest god, but I didn't dare to listen further, it was too dangerous. Anyway, the stuff gods want is out of our league as lower gods."
Tang Rao knew there was no point in asking further, as he couldn't get much from his brothers. Even from his standpoint, he felt that the gap between middle gods and higher gods was vast. Their desires were beyond what middle gods could even dream of.
Turns out, what these two gods wanted was the halo in Tang Rao's possession.
If neither of them had it, why were they fighting each other?
"Look, they're at it again!"
Tang Rao felt a chill wind brush past, and he fell to the ground, becoming an innocent victim of this disaster.
"Bring it out, and maybe I'll spare your life because of our years' friendship!"
Bald God said to a burly God.
Speaking of which, both are gods. Why not dress up a bit? Wearing ethereal robes would make you look more dignified, right?
But no, they dressed like beggars, even their way of fighting was amusing.
Tang Rao, with a strong will, quickly regained consciousness.
The two gods were not far from Tang Rao, seemingly gearing up for a deadly duel.
"What are you? A mid-stage god challenging an early-stage god? If you dare, let's each train a disciple and have them duel. If you win, I'll give you the halo. If you lose, you kneel before , pouring tea and apologizing for your wrongdoings!"
Bald is an early-stage god, it's normal not to beat a mid-stage god, but isn't he supposed to kneel and call him daddy when facing a mid-stager? Yet he dares to bargain with the burly god?
Who knows if Bald is just gutsy or brainless.
"Alright, I, Wu Suowei, have never taken a disciple. But since you have such a great idea, I'll indulge you, give you a chance to turn the tables!"
Wow, that's cool! Not only his stance is cool, but his aura is cool, even his na is cool.
Wu Suowei?
So the burly god's na is Wu Suowei. Tang Rao found himself quite interested in him.
"I choose this one!"
Bald pulled soone from the crowd, who happened to be also bald, pairing a big bald and a small bald together.
Tang Rao wasn't blind; he knew when Bald picked soone from the crowd that it was a setup, because the big bald and the little bald clearly didn't look like strangers.
Before the big bald called for the little bald, Tang Rao had just seen the little bald step forward.
Could they cooperate so seamlessly if it wasn't pre-arranged?
It was Wu Suowei's turn to choose, yet he was so nonchalant, casually pointing at Tang Rao!
Heaven knows Tang Rao had just been injured, still lying on the ground.
How could he think a weakling could defeat a ticulously laid-out trap?
"Hahaha, are you joking? Even a cripple would be better! This kid could be blown over by a gust of wind, and you dreamily think he can beat the person I chose?"
Bald laughed, already fantasizing Wu Suowei kneeling on the ground, begging him for rcy.
"Can or can't beat, it's not up to you or . If you're having second thoughts, we can cancel this bet and settle the score right now?"
Wu Suowei never asked Tang Rao for his opinion throughout the process.
"Agreed, when do we see results?"
Bald set the rules, letting Wu Suowei set the ti. In front of so many people, he had to at least maintain the semblance of fairness, although the betting had beco unfair from the start of picking people.
"In two months, when the Holy Mother opens the mountain, it's a rare trial opportunity to see whose disciple can first obtain the Holy Mother Token."
Wu Suowei spoke so boldly, he nearly gave Bald an asthma attack.
"Wu Suowei, you're crazy! Sending disciples to get the Holy Mother Token is tantamount to sending them to their deaths. Do you think you're that good? You still want your disciple to get the Holy Mother Token."
Tang Rao listened in confusion, what's this Holy Mother Mountain Opening, and what is a Holy Mother Token?
"Will you agree or not?"
Wu Suowei waited for Bald's answer.
Caught in a dilemma, Bald thought that sending disciples to their deaths was better than dying now.
Even if the disciple lost and didn't get the Holy Mother Token, Bald could still buy so ti for himself. If he advanced to mid-stage god, what's wrong if he can't produce the halo? If Wu Suowei and Bald fought again, it wouldn't be certain Bald would lose or Wu Suowei would win.
"Wait, did you just say the person for the fight was ?"
Seed like they had said enough, Tang Rao got up from the ground, dusting himself off, and said, "Did you just say the person was ?"
Pretending to be dumb, Tang Rao suddenly looked smart.
"Wu Suowei chose you as his disciple to die, kid. If you're smart, kneel and beg the person in front of you to let you go. Otherwise, when you die horribly and no one collects your body, that's just pitiful."
Though Wu Suowei said nothing, Bald took upon himself to finish the talk.
"Who said I'm unwilling? Even if I'm a weakling, following a god to see the world, polishing my image, others will say how impressive I am—having a god as my master. I'll have a lot of face when they talk about it."
Tang Rao, carefree and witty, handled it smoothly.
"That's just my style," Wu Suowei said.
Wu Suowei chose Tang Rao because his bones seed unusual, not expecting Tang Rao's character to also suit his taste, they hit it off imdiately.
"Looks like you've found a satisfactory disciple too, so let's et again in two months at the Holy Mother Mountain Opening, my dear friend!"
Bald was delighted, gave Wu Suowei a farewell greeting, and disappeared with his new disciple.
"Let's go too,"
Wu Suowei suddenly appeared before Tang Rao, grabbing his collar like an eagle catching a chick.
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