They were disciples, not followers. The two could not be lumped together.
In this world, followers were subordinates, while disciples had legitimate rights of inheritance.
For instance, a certain Ye had his sights set on his position as Lord of the Heavenly Court.
As the eldest crown prince, he had the right to inherit.
Qin Tian looked at the peerlessly beautiful female immortal before him, a flicker of admiration crossing his eyes. Even he marveled at her beauty, which seemed close to the Dao.
But Qin Tian soon returned to normal.
A mere skeleton beneath rosy flesh held less attraction for him than her fighting strength. That force, enough to burst his skull with a single punch, was what he pursued as his lifelong conviction.
Gah!
"To enter the Saint King realm in just thirty short years-you truly defy heaven to the utmost!"
Qin Tian could sense that she was like him. Although her realm was Saint King, her Dao attainment had long since reached an unimaginable depth.
Clearly, she was also suppressing her realm, waiting for Qin Tian so she could fight him at the same cultivation level.
"How confident!" Qin Tian sighed. All he could say was that she was indeed a reincarnated Immortal King; an invincible heart was something she would never lack.
For a truly reincarnated Immortal King, her current cultivation speed was already extremely fast.
After all, stabilizing her foundations and honing the five great secret realms both required a great deal of time.
She could have entered the Saint realm in one step, attained the Dao and become a Great Emperor in two, and ascended to immortality in three, then become invincible throughout the world.
But such impatience for quick results would instead wash the greatest opportunity of reincarnation down the drain-not only