"Hehehe, I knew it. The Dao Ancestor's little scheme could never escape your eyes, Master."
Many believed that Tongtian, Yuanshi, and Zhunti did not want their disciples entering the Heavenly Court simply because they did not want them to be restrained.
After all, immortals were meant to be free and unfettered.
How could gods bound by rules be as free as immortals?
But the real reason they did not want their disciples joining the Heavenly Court was that they did not wish to have their strength weakened or their authority taken away.
This could be seen from the God-Sealing Calamity. The disciples of the Chan and Jie Sects suffered the most deaths. Those who made it onto the Investiture of the Gods List were only a small minority; far more did not even leave behind their True Spirits.
After the God-Sealing Calamity, the Chan and Jie Sects had their members die or depart. What force in the East could still contend with the Heavenly Court?
Liu Mang saw things differently.
What if they could not beat them?
Then they should join them!
What was the most valuable thing?
Of course, an iron rice bowl!
What meal tasted the best?
Of course, a government-paid meal!
"Do not think flattering me with a few words will be enough!"
Tongtian rolled his eyes speechlessly. Every time Liu Mang's little schemes were exposed, he put on that pathetic act, hoping to muddle through.
"This time, if you do not have a proper reason, do not expect me to let you off."
The more Tongtian thought about it, the angrier he became.
"That is three thousand disciples! Not thirty, not three hundred. Even if there are plenty of Outer Disciples, you cannot squander them like this!"
Although the Jie Sect also had registered disciples, Tongtian