No matter how Yuanshi tried to give Randeng a polite brush-off.
Daoist Randeng was like a rubber ball, letting him squeeze however he pleased.
He simply refused to leave.
This disgusted Yuanshi to no end.
After all, Daoist Randeng had passed the formation's trial, so neither sentiment nor reason allowed Yuanshi to drive him away outright.
But taking him as a disciple...
Yuanshi found that rather hard to stomach.
After all, back at the Purple Heavens Palace, Randeng had addressed Hongjun as Teacher, just as he had.
By rights, they belonged to the same generation.
If he truly took Randeng as a disciple, wouldn't that put him in the same generation as Hongjun?
To be honest, although Yuanshi could sometimes be stubborn to a fault, fearing neither heaven nor earth, with the audacity to even grab Daochen's backside, when it came to Hongjun...
Yuanshi really did feel rather intimidated.
After all, if Hongjun could give him primordial purple qi to attain Sagehood, he could also strip him of his Sage Position.
If he offended Hongjun...
No matter how he looked at it...
Nothing good would come of it for Yuanshi.
Left with no alternative, Yuanshi could only appoint Randeng as the deputy leader of the Chan School.
As for whether he would take him as a disciple, Yuanshi never even mentioned it.
Neither did Randeng.
To put it plainly, he had come here to hide from disaster.
The War of the Liches was currently unfolding outside. Although no conflict had broken out between the Witch-Demon Clans yet, who knew when they might start fighting?
His cultivation at the mid Quasi-Saint stage sounded quite impressive.
But before the Witch-Demon Clans, it still amounted to little.
Rather than seal his mountain gates and live in fear, why not hide on Mount Kunlun?