The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 1489

Listening to the middle-aged man in yellow, Austin finally understood that the representative from the Vasteras Holy Land did not plan to recruit him to their sect.

Austin guessed that the two representatives from the Rudimentary Holy Land and the Arcane Holy Land did not have any interest in him either––just like the one from the Vasteras Holy Land.

So, instead of recruiting Austin––the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament––they took the initiative to recruit the young man in black and the strong young man with loose hair, the second and third ranking cultivators of the tournament.

Although Austin had won the championship, the representatives of the three holy lands did not think highly of him. For them, he only won because he relied heavily on external forces. They thought his potential in martial arts was limited.

When Austin finally understood their standpoint, he couldn't help but be filled with anger.

He tightly clenched his fists, and the veins on his hands popped up.

"Hmmm, the representatives of the three holy lands are all ignorant. They do not even intend to recruit you.

What a bunch of fools!

With your talent in cultivation, you deserve to become a disciple of any sect. These bloody representatives might get their heads nipped in a door."

The Flame Emperor in Austin's Soul Sea could not help hurling several insults as he understood the situation.

Austin breathed lightly to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Thank you for your guidance.

Now that I am not qualified to join the three holy lands, I will leave," he said calmly.

Now that they did not want to recruit him, he would not beg for it. Over his dead body would he get down on his knees to be part of their holy lands.

He knew it would be good for him to join them, but it was also clear to him that he needed nobody nor any of those holy lands to help with his cultivation.

After all, he improved his cultivation base all by himself; he never got help from any prominent sect.

Thus, Austin believed that while he was in the Divine Continent, he could still rely on his own efforts as long as he had enough time to grow stronger.

Initially, the middle-aged man in yellow thought that Austin would show an expression of grief and sorrow after being rejected. He even expected that the latter would beg him.

After all, being a disciple of the three holy lands was a dream to all young warriors in the East Mainland. It was an opportunity to improve their cultivation faster.

Unexpectedly, he only saw a sudden flash of anger in Austin's eyes before he spoke calmly.

After Austin bid his farewell, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Ah, wait!"

the middle-aged man suddenly called, causing Austin to halt on his tracks.

"Oh?

What else do you want to say?"

Austin was surprised as he turned back around to face the middle-aged man.

"Based on what we have seen, you are indeed not qualified to join any of the three holy lands.

However, you are the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament in the Solamnia Kingdom, and because of that, I will give you a chance.

I will let you be a servant of the Vasteras Holy Land, and if you can show promising potential in cultivation, you will have a chance to become our official disciple.

And not only that. You also have to give up the intelligent magic treasure you have acquired in the Black-wind Beast World.

You should know that treasure from the mansion of the Dragon Immortal is priceless. With your current strength, it is perilous to bring it with you as you can die at any time!"