The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4207

“If you take me as your master, you can directly come to my residence once you ascend to the celestial realm. Medicine God, even if you hadn't fallen, I still wouldn't want you as my master!” Jared was adamant in his refusal.

“Why?” Medicine God was furious, his eyes wide open. “No one has ever dared to defy my wishes. If you refuse to take me as your master, then you won't be leaving Cauldron Peak today. I also won't allow you to take anyone else as your master.”

Jared glanced at Medicine God, letting out a soft sigh.

This guy is truly stubborn! Is everyone from the celestial realm rough around the edges like this? Are there no refined and gentle immortals?

“Medicine God, I don't want your legacy, nor do I wish to be your disciple. This is my way of showing you respect. If you don't require respect, then all I can say is, you're not even worthy to be my master. Your level of skill doesn't even catch my attention!”

Jared finally stopped being polite.

Medicine God was taken aback, then furiously retorted, “Insolence! You are a mere Tribulator. With my power, killing you would be—”

Before the Medicine God could finish speaking, a burst of golden light shimmered around Jared. Following that, a spectral figure slowly emerged from behind him.

“Would be what exactly? Tell me, what?”

The soul remnant of Vermilion Demon Lord appeared, casting his gaze toward Medicine God, as he posed the question.

Medicine God was left stunned upon seeing Vermilion Demon Lord. For a moment, he could only stare, eyes wide and mouth agape. He finally stammered, “M-Mr. Vermilion?”

“Oh, you lowly medicine immortal, I didn't expect you to recognize me. Since you do, that makes things easier. Tell me, do you think you're qualified to take my friend as your apprentice?”

Vermilion Demon Lord hadn't expected that the Medicine God would actually recognize him.

“I'm... I'm not worthy. I'm just a humble, wandering immortal. How could I possibly be qualified to take a good friend of yours as my disciple? I admit that I overestimated my abilities. I hope you're not upset, Mr. Vermilion!”

Cold sweat trickled down the forehead of the Medicine God,