Daoist Kongtong looked Ye Qingtao up and down, from head to toe, without finding a single notable feature on him. Although Ye Qingtao considered his own cultivation to be decent—having advanced from a mere Martial Monarch to a Saint—in the eyes of Daoist Kongtong, he was no different from trash on the ground. After all, Daoist Kongtong was a dignified Saint King. One must not underestimate the gap between a Saint and a Saint King; although separated by just a single character, they were worlds apart. To put it simply, a Saint King was like the bright moon in the sky, or like the countless dazzling stars, a terrifying existence that no one dared to provoke lightly. Once such a formidable powerhouse stepped out into the world, every casual gesture carried immense combat strength. While Saints were still strong, compared to Saint Kings, they weren't even worthy of carrying their shoes.
Therefore, after finishing his inspection, Daoist Kongtong concluded that Ye Qingtao was simply good for nothing. Even though he had reached the Saint realm at such a young age—and likely fancied himself peerlessly talented and unmatched—before Daoist Kongtong, he was nothing more than trash. And in truth, Daoist Kongtong was not entirely wrong in his assessment. Young prodigies who reached the Saint realm at a tender age—much like Ye Qingtao—usually carried themselves with great arrogance and pride, glorying in the prestige such early success brought them. But Daoist Kongtong did not care for an…
Chapter 191