Kicking a Man While He's Down, Righteous and Stern

Supreme Elder Lin...?!

Supreme Elder

That was a Nascent Soul True Lord level expert, the true ruler of the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect!

Wang Siyuan, an ordinary disciple with Mid-Grade Spirit Root, was actually invited by the Supreme Elder to cultivate on his mountain peak?!

This is too surreal.

So much so that Zhu Hui and others' first reaction was disbelief.

But when they looked at Qin Ming's expressionless face, they felt that it was probably true.

After all, Qin Ming is a direct descendant of the Qin Household; how could he possibly joke with them like that?!

Not to mention matters involving the Supreme Elder. If it's false, and the Supreme Elder finds out, even Qin Ming wouldn't be able to bear the consequences!

Unless Qin Ming is an idiot, he wouldn't spread false information!

This means that Wang Siyuan is really going to enter the Supreme Elder's mountain to cultivate!

This information prevented them from even feeling jealous.

After all, he was a Supreme Elder!

The fact that Wang Siyuan was able to enter the mountain peak of the Supreme Elders to cultivate demonstrates that he has reached a completely different level from them.

The gap is so large that comparison becomes meaningless.

Subsequently, some of the more astute individuals among Zhu Hui's group focused their attention on the latter part of Qin Ming's statement.

Who arranged this?

Who is that?

They can actually arrange for the Supreme Elder to do things?!

Could it be... the important person Wang Siyuan mentioned before?

But... isn't this person incredibly large??

In their original guess, the important figure Wang Siyuan mentioned was at most an elder or a top disciple at the Golden Core Realm.

As for the Supreme Elders at the Nascent Soul Realm?

They never thought of that.

After all, what is the status of the Supreme Elder?

Why would they care about an ordinary disciple with Mid-Grade Spirit Root and an ordinary background?

Even High-Grade Spirit Root wouldn't warrant a second glance from the Supreme Elder; only Supreme-Grade Spirit Root could elicit a slight look from him.

Now they realize they've oversimplified things.

The powerful figure behind Wang Siyuan might even be more distinguished than the Supreme Elder!

However, within the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect, the Supreme Elders should already be the highest authority, so why are there even more esteemed figures than them?

Zhu Hui and the others were very puzzled.

However, they all wisely lowered their heads, keeping their eyes down and pretending not to hear.

In their view, this matter probably involves sect secrets, right?

They naturally dared not ask any more questions, lest they be silenced.

They were even feeling a little uneasy, afraid that they had overheard something they shouldn't have, and that something unexpected might happen...

Wang Siyuan was naturally unaware of the many thoughts that Zhu Hui and the others had.

He paused for a moment, then his eyes widened. "Could that be...?"

Qin Ming nodded slightly. "Mm."

Wang Siyuan's heart was racing.

Supreme Elder Lin...

Supreme Elder!

That's Nascent Soul True Lord!

I never imagined I'd be able to enter True Lord's mountain peak to cultivate!

Martial Uncle Lu is so good to him!

Wang Siyuan was deeply moved, and his resolve strengthened. He was determined to do whatever his Martial Uncle Lu asked of him, even at the cost of his life!

As for Martial Uncle Lu's arrangement with the Supreme Elder, Wang Siyuan was not surprised.

In his view, Martial Uncle Lu was of extremely high status, and even the Supreme Elders of the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect would probably have to curry favor with Martial Uncle Lu.

His mind was racing, but he didn't stop moving. He quickly nodded and said, "Okay, thank you, Senior Brother Qin Ming. Shall we leave now?"

Qin Ming nodded. "Yes, the people who are supposed to pick us up are outside."

Upon hearing this, Wang Siyuan turned to look at Zhu Hui, his face showing a hint of apology. "Senior Brother Zhu, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I must leave now."

Zhu Hui's smile was more reserved than usual, and it was also extremely attentive, even a little obsequious. "It's nothing, it's nothing! Junior Brother Wang, you have important things to do, so of course you should go ahead and take care of them! Don't worry about me!"

Wang Siyuan nodded, then glanced at Shen Mo, whose face was pale and whose eyes were filled with fear.

In the past, he would definitely have taken the opportunity to say a few words to Shen Mo and slap him in the face.

But he doesn't have it now.

As I said before, he is Martial Uncle Lu's man, so we must remain calm and composed in all things, and not become arrogant after achieving our goals.

He withdrew his gaze and smiled at Qin Ming, "Senior Brother Qin Ming, let's go!"

The two walked side by side toward the cafeteria door.

Qin Ming was tall and slender, with an ancient longsword slung across his back, and his steps were steady.

Wang Siyuan was a little shorter, and the two of them quickly disappeared into the morning light outside the cafeteria.

None of Zhu Hui and his companions dared to sit down; they all stood ramrod straight, quietly watching them leave.

Only after Qin Ming and Wang Siyuan had completely disappeared outside the door did they turn their gaze away, their expressions relaxing slightly.

Then, as if they had thought of something, they all turned to look at Shen Mo was slumped in a chair.

The group exchanged glances, a subtle meaning flickering in their eyes.

The people who were originally sitting next to Shen Mo stood up and moved to other seats.

A large area suddenly became empty around Shen Mo.

Zhu Hui was even more direct, slamming his hand on the long table with a cold smile, "Shen Mo, you're not welcome here, get out!"

Another genius with High-Grade Spirit Root from Foundation Establishment Aristocratic Clan shifted his gaze and said coldly, "Shen Mo, how dare you sit here?"

"I wanted to say something to you earlier when you were making things difficult for Junior Brother Wang!"

"Exactly! You're a morally corrupt person! Your jealousy is so intense! Being friends with you is the biggest stain on my life!"

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better get out of here!"

"..."

One by one, the cultivators at the long table spoke up, their words righteous and stern, as if Shen Mo had committed some heinous crime.

Wang Siyuan's ability to enter the Supreme Elder's mountain peak for cultivation signifies a status almost equivalent to that of a personal disciple!

This is absolutely the highest-ranking person they can currently contact!

With an opportunity to curry favor with Wang Siyuan right in front of them, how could they possibly let it pass?

As for Shen Mo's thoughts?

Naturally, nobody cared.

Who told him to speak without thinking?

Shen Mo's face turned pale and then red. He glanced at everyone, feeling both fear and anger.

However, he didn't dare to say a word at this moment. He hurriedly got up, lowered his head, and walked quickly towards the entrance of the cafeteria. He staggered and bumped his shoulder against the door frame without stopping.

The morning light was just right outside the cafeteria.

After Wang Siyuan and Qin Ming left the cafeteria, they soon saw a middle-aged man wearing an elder's robe in the square outside.

The elder had a kind face and was standing with his hands behind his back under an old pine tree at the edge of the square. When he saw the two of them come out, he nodded with a smile.

Qin Ming introduced, "Junior Brother Wang, this is Elder Yuan Guanhai."

Wang Siyuan quickly and respectfully bowed, saying, "Wang Siyuan greets Elder Yuan."

Yuan Guanhai smiled kindly, looked him up and down, and nodded. "Nephew Wang, no need to be so polite. Let's go, I'll take you to the forbidden area."

As he spoke, he made a hand Method Formula, and a flying sword flew out of his Storage Bag.

The sword grew longer in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a flat flying sword more than five meters long and two feet wide, hovering steadily one foot above the ground.

Yuan Guanhai gestured for the two to stand on it, and then the flying sword rose silently, carrying the three of them towards the depths of the sect.

The flying sword pierced through the clouds, and the mountain peaks and pine forests on both sides slowly receded below.

Yuan Guanhai stood with his hands behind his back on the tip of the sword, seemingly focused on controlling the sword, but his Divine Sense occasionally swept over Wang Siyuan behind him, plotting his own schemes.

Given his status, he naturally knew of Lu Yang's existence.

He also heard that Wang Siyuan seemed to have been personally arranged by that noble young master to have Supreme Elder Lin take him into the mountain for cultivation.

This attention was enough to transform Wang Siyuan, an otherwise unremarkable outer disciple, into something entirely different.

Yuan Guanhai was well aware of his own limitations; he knew he was definitely not good enough for that young nobleman.

But it's not bad to have a good relationship with Wang Siyuan!

He was even considering whether he should let his granddaughter spend more time with Wang Siyuan, hoping they might hit it off.

Actually, the best marriage partner would be Qin Ming.

However, the Qin family is a top-tier Golden Core family, stronger than the Yuan family.

Moreover, one of the Qin Household's legitimate daughters seems to be the lover of that noble young master. As a direct descendant of the Qin Household, Qin Ming's status naturally rises accordingly.

His granddaughter is probably not good enough for Qin Ming.

But Wang Siyuan...

Born into an ordinary family with a clean background and honest character, he has been personally mentored by a benefactor, and his future prospects are limitless.

The two are a perfect match!

The more Yuan Guanhai thought about it, the more convinced he became that this path was viable. He stroked his beard, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

The two young men behind him were completely unaware of Elder Yuan's scheme. They simply stood quietly on their flying sword, watching the rolling mountains below gradually recede into the morning mist.