SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 619: Whose Disciple Is He?

Chapter 619: Whose Disciple Is He?

The elder in green reacted first.

"Then this is still a recruitment matter." He stepped forward before anyone could object. "Young friend, I hold the Verdant Tide inheritance, the only lineage in Jade Moon Palace that has successfully trained a triple-element constitution. Become my personal disciple. You will receive core status immediately and a private cultivation ground upon the third terrace."

"You intend to teach nine elements with a water-and-wood inheritance?" a woman behind him asked.

"I intend to teach him two foundations properly instead of drowning him in nine at once. That is already more responsible than whatever you are about to offer."

She ignored him and addressed Leon.

"I hold the Frostmoon sword lineage. Ice and Lightning appeared in adjacent channels without degrading each other. I offer personal instruction, immediate core status, and access to the sword vault beneath the second peak."

An elder wearing a formation master’s sash cut in.

"His Space affinity alone makes sword instruction a waste. The deep formation halls have three incomplete spatial arrays left by former Palace Mistresses. I will open all three to him."

"So he can spend fifty years repairing your failures?"

"So he can learn from work none of you are qualified to understand."

Order disappeared after that.

Leon listened without committing to anyone. He asked what a private cultivation ground provided, whether an inheritance could be studied without formally accepting its lineage, and how many personal disciples the Verdant Tide elder already taught.

The last question produced a pause.

"Seven," the elder admitted.

"Nine," the Frostmoon elder corrected. "He forgot the two in seclusion."

"They require no daily instruction."

"Neither, apparently, do the seven who remain visible."

Ira would have enjoyed the room.

The offers grew with every interruption. Monthly allotments were named that made the junior officials exchange looks. One elder promised access to restricted medicines. Leon paid more attention to that than he showed. Another offered a residence near the inner practice lake, while a third guaranteed him a position above ordinary core disciples from the moment he entered.

An elderly woman from the medicine court offered something different: no fixed inheritance at all. She would assemble nine instructors under one schedule and use the court’s resources to monitor conflict between his affinities. For Leon, unrestricted medicine-court access also meant Loriel—once he could introduce her safely—would eventually have a place to ask questions that no one in the hall yet knew existed.

Leon nearly asked for the details before noticing three other elders react as though she had proposed dividing Palace territory.

he realized.

Each offer taught Leon something.

Nobody described Jade Moon Palace as a whole. They described the part they controlled—their peak, vault, medicine hall, inheritance, or cultivation ground—and presented it as the center of the sect. Accepting any one of them would provide a powerful protector while tying him to that protector’s rivals.

The competition was useful, but it also revealed the danger of choosing too quickly. A generous monthly allotment could be revised. Permission to enter a vault could become leverage. A personal disciple inherited not only a teacher’s knowledge, but also that teacher’s obligations, grudges, and unfinished disputes.

Leon knew too little about any of them to distinguish a powerful mentor from a comfortable trap.

Elder Wen stood beside the recording table with both hands flat upon it.

"The candidate has not been formally admitted," he said for the third time.

Nobody listened.

"The examination is not complete until I sign it."

An elder leaned over, took the brush, and placed it in his hand.

"Then sign faster."

The Supreme Elders arrived before Wen could decide whether throwing the brush would damage his dignity.

Four entered, and the hall rearranged itself around them without a command. Ordinary elders stepped aside. Offers became more measured, though no less ambitious.

The final Supreme Elder was a tall woman in white and pale green. Her hair was pinned severely, and her expression suggested she had crossed a considerable distance to be irritated in person.

Qingyue straightened.

Leon realized.

The woman did not speak to Qingyue first. She inspected the monument, read the golden characters, and checked the saturated channels. At the recording table, she reviewed the bone-age result, the cultivation result, and the separate foundation note.

Then she questioned Elder Wen.

"Was the cultivation basin reseated?"

"Completely."

"Was the secondary formation laid before or after the anomalous reading?"

"After the first. The second result was identical."

"Any suppression, corruption, borrowed power, or forced advancement?"

"None."

"Was the old calibration active before he touched the monument?"

"Yes, Supreme Elder."

She inclined her head. "Then the record stands."

Only then did she turn to Qingyue.

"You brought him."

"I did, Master."

"From where?"

"The Western Starfall Marches. I found him in the Desolation with a Moonless hunting him. He had no sect, clan, or permanent registration, and his explanation was incomplete. I observed his conduct over several days, verified what I could, and chose to bring him for examination rather than leave the decision to a delayed report."

The Supreme Elder regarded her disciple for a moment.

"You were correct to notice him, correct to verify him, and correct to bring him yourself. Most disciples of your standing would have done one of those things and considered themselves diligent."

The hall, which had been loudly discussing Leon’s future, became interested in Qingyue instead.

Qingyue bowed with calm dignity.

"Thank you, Master."

she assured herself.

She refused to think about how close she had come to walking past Leon on the ridge, or the explanations she had prepared during the flight in case the Palace found nothing exceptional. She had recognized that he deserved examination. That part was true, and she accepted the praise for it.

Her master faced Leon.

"I hold the Silent Tide inheritance. I will not claim it was designed for nine elements. Nothing in this Palace was. Anyone who has told you otherwise this morning is selling you something." Her eyes moved briefly across the gathered elders. "I have accepted four personal disciples in three hundred years. All four are alive. Not everyone here can say the same."

Several elders looked offended. None contradicted her.

"I offer you personal discipleship," she continued. "One teacher, not nine competing inheritances, and enough authority to obtain specialists when you require them."

It was the most sensible offer Leon had heard.

It still settled nothing.

Two other Supreme Elders invoked their own claims immediately. One controlled the Palace’s oldest elemental archive. Another had personally guided three disciples to the Heaven Immortal threshold and saw no reason to yield to an inheritance better suited to concealment than harmony.

The argument remained verbal. Nobody released cultivation pressure or reached for a weapon. Even so, four Supreme Elders and a dozen elders speaking across one another filled the hall more completely than a battle cry.

Elder Wen stopped pretending the examination still belonged to him.

Then the noise ended.

It did not fade. It vanished across two heartbeats, starting near the monument and spreading through the room.

Every Supreme Elder turned toward the same place.

A veiled woman stood beside the nine-colored stone.

No door had opened.

Leon had not felt her arrive.