Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

These past few days, Su Chen has had an unusually peaceful time.

Those disciples who usually fawned over Su Chen and fawned over him every day.

They've completely disappeared these past few days.

Naturally, now that they've seen Wang Mang achieve enlightenment, everyone is flocking to him.

However, Su Chen wished these people would leave him alone.

At this moment, Su Chen found a quiet cliff, brewed tea, and leisurely gazed at the sky.

"My true master..."

A familiar voice came from behind.

Su Chen frowned.

I don't know which blind fool disturbed my peace and quiet at this time.

Looking back.

It turned out to be Chen Shiqiang, the disciple he had saved that day.

To be honest, Su Chen didn't dislike this kid.

Everyone sided with Wang Mang that day, but this kid, even in such a crisis, still stood by his side.

"Yo ho!"

"What brings you here, kid?"

"Everyone is busy surrendering to the newly formed Nascent Soul prodigy."

"You came to me at this time."

Aren't you afraid of being isolated?

At that moment, Su Chen said with a smile.

"Uncle-Master, please don't make fun of me..."

"If we're talking about isolation, we've been isolated for a long time..."

"Since that day in the Spirit Beast Mountain Range, this disciple has been unable to turn back."

Chen Shiqiang had a wry smile on his face at that moment.

Su Chen frowned.

This kid is interesting!

If it were any other disciple answering these questions...

They would mostly say things like, "I only stand by your side, Master, and I am truly devoted to you."

But this kid didn't try to please me.

She actually revealed that she was being isolated.

He was also very clear that he couldn't go to Wang Mang's side even if he wanted to.

This made Su Chen somewhat admire the kid.

"What do you want?"

"Speak..."

Su Chen picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Reporting back to my senior brother."

"This disciple's cultivation has now reached a bottleneck."

"There should have been a spot for a disciple in this joint martial arts competition of the three sects."

"but..."

"The other senior brothers actually bribed the elders and altered the disciples' quotas."

At this moment, Chen Shiqiang bowed to Su Chen.

Su Chen finally understood what this kid meant.

The winner of this joint martial arts tournament of the three factions will naturally receive unparalleled opportunities.

In reality, even the disciples who participate will receive a considerable amount of cultivation resources as compensation from the sect.

The reason is simple: when disciples from the three factions fight, danger is inevitable.

Therefore, many disciples knew they had no chance of winning first place.

They wouldn't risk being just a supporting character.

Therefore, the sect had a rule that all participating disciples would receive a batch of pills.

Therefore, this supporting role is actually very sought-after within the sect.

And Chen Shiqiang came for this very reason.

"Tell me, who tampered with your spot?"

Su Chen said leisurely.

The reason this kid came looking for Su Chen.

This is because true disciples hold a status within the sect comparable to that of elders.

As elders of the sect, they naturally have the right to intervene in unfair disputes among these disciples.

But in Su Chen's eyes, the world of cultivation is actually governed by the law of the jungle.

If you can't beat others, you're destined to be eliminated.

What is fair or unfair?

Those were just for show, for the lower-level cultivators.

If that kid hadn't stood by him all day, Su Chen wouldn't have asked that question.

"I've been accepted as a disciple of my master!"

"It's Han Zhishan!"

At this moment, Chen Shiqiang cupped his hands in greeting.

Su Chen frowned.

I don't know many of the disciples in the sect.

But when it comes to Han Zhishan, I know him very well.

This kid's natural talent is, frankly, terrible.

He is currently only a Foundation Establishment outer disciple.

However, within the sect, his status was not as high as that of Wang Mang and himself, a true disciple.

But the backing is strong enough.

The nephew of Han Ye, the second elder of the sect in the Nascent Soul stage.

Han Ye had cultivated diligently for many years and had always kept a low profile within the sect.

In terms of strength, he's about the same as Xiao Han.

Speaking of Elder Han, he is known for being fiercely protective of his own.

Since embarking on the path of immortality, he has had no children, so he dotes on his nephew to the extreme.

Therefore, Han Zhishan was clearly only a Foundation Establishment stage disciple.

However, many inner disciples in the sect at the Golden Core stage treated him with great respect.

"That's the Second Elder's nephew..."

"What makes you think I'd help you?"

"Moreover, the cultivation world is all about background and connections."

"You're just a lowly Foundation Establishment disciple with no resources or backing."

"Being able to cultivate peacefully in this world of cultivation is already an immense blessing."

Su Chen's meaning couldn't be clearer.

If you can't beat me, then don't fight.

Why bother with temporary opportunities when you can cultivate peacefully and steadily?

"Please, Uncle-Master, lend a hand!"

"This disciple does not know whether my master will help me."

"I also don't think I have any qualifications to make my senior uncle help me."

"But if you help me this time, I will repay you handsomely in the future!"

At that moment, Chen Shiqiang knelt down with a thud.

Su Chen sized up the guy.

I didn't realize this kid was so stubborn.

"Report later?"

"What are you going to use to report this?"

Su Chen chuckled softly.

Chen Shiqiang was momentarily speechless.

After kneeling for a while, he stood up and turned to leave.

"etc!"

"Don't even think about getting your spot back."

"I don't usually have much interaction with Elder Han."

"However, as a true disciple, the sect allows me to bring two other disciples to participate."

"I'll just leave you alone!"

At this moment, Su Chen's lips curled up slightly.

In fact, Su Chen had long wanted to cultivate several trusted confidants within the sect.

Unfortunately, everyone around him was a sycophant.

There was nothing that Su Chen would even look at.

Those juniors who always fawn over you.

They are completely unreliable.

Today you can fawn over yourself, tomorrow you can fawn over Wang Mang, and the day after tomorrow you can fawn over others.

However, this kid is just right. He's stubborn enough, a bit timid, but he still has some principles.

"Thank you very much, my master uncle. I will remember this great kindness forever."

At that moment, Chen Shiqiang hurriedly bowed to Su Chen.

"Alright, alright, from now on you'll follow me, your martial uncle."

"But let me tell you, don't mess with Han Zhishan again!"

Su Chen waved his hand.

With this kid's cultivation level and status, it's ridiculous for him to provoke a notorious playboy within the sect.

I'm afraid my life will end soon.

"yes!"

Chen Shiqiang bowed to Su Chen at that moment.

...

On the other side...

The Misty Rain Pavilion at this moment.

"Oh ho ho, what brings you two fellow Daoists here?"

"Please come in quickly."

When Pavilion Master Wang Chongwen saw the newcomer, he quickly cupped his hands in greeting.

It was none other than strangers who came.

These were two elders from the Crimson Cloud Sect, which, like the Misty Rain Pavilion, was an affiliated sect of the Falling Cloud Sect.

Wang Chongwen frowned at this moment.

Although they all belong to the Luoyun Sect.

However, there is no connection between Misty Rain Pavilion and Crimson Cloud Gate.

Wang Chongshan himself was originally at the early stage of the Golden Elixir realm.

Both elders of the Crimson Cloud Sect were at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

Because Wang Chongshan was the only Golden Core cultivator in the Misty Rain Pavilion.

Therefore, for many years, the Crimson Cloud Sect has actually held a certain position among these affiliated sects.

Far surpassing the Misty Rain Pavilion...