“What are you doing, Daoist Hundred-Gods!?” Yang Qi said, quickly pulling him back to his feet. “I just helped out a bit, there’s no need for such politeness.”

“You really gave me a new lease on life,” Daoist Hundred-Gods replied. “A majestic old-timer once told me that I would never have a shot at reaching the Measureless God level. But now I've broken past what was predestined. I've already made my decision. I want to join the Sage Panacea Sect! Even if you won’t have me as an official member, at least let me be a dharmic elder. I can handle random tasks and make sure that anyone who causes problems for the sect is killed immediately!”

By now, Daoist Hundred-Gods was convinced that following Yang Qi would come with many benefits.

If he could become a member, he might have a chance to cultivate more godly-class energy arts, and at the same time, benefit from the sect’s medicinal tablets.

“That would be wonderful!” Yang Qi said, delighted at the prospect. With someone like Daoist Hundred-Gods as a member of the sect, it would be an even more intimidating organization. Daoist Hundred-Gods was now no mere elder king, but would soon have an oversight position within the Dao Defense League...