The West Sea was hard to enter.
Those four words did not refer only to the West Sea Spirit Domain. As Mountain Sea Realm's foremost immortal sect, the West Sea Sect drew cultivators who wished to enter it like carp crossing a river, yet only a scant few ever succeeded.
Wang Chen had neither a powerful background nor exceptional talent, and he was a rogue cultivator from the outer territories of unknown origin.
Trading thirty thousand Spirit Stones for a chance at the entrance examination had not been a loss at all.
But many times, an opportunity did not necessarily mean a fortunate chance or a fated encounter.
For all he knew, it might be a pitfall!
Wang Chen had been serving as Datian Village's chief for five days now, and he could clearly sense that integrating into this place was actually an extremely difficult matter.
Whenever Wang Chen appeared in the village, every villager who saw him treated him with utmost respect.
Yet the rejection that seeped from their very bones could not be concealed.
Moreover, he discovered that the villagers held little awe for him, a Purple Mansion cultivator.
Even though Wang Chen was the village chief and the village's only Exalted One.
That was rather strange.
It was normal for villagers to reject an outsider becoming their village official, but in the Cultivation World, where strength reigned supreme, it was truly baffling that a dignified Purple Mansion cultivator could not receive the respect he deserved even in some remote village.
There was also the fact that after taking office, Wang Chen found himself with nothing much to do.
The villagers seemed utterly unconcerned about the change in power. No one came to Wang Chen to handle matters, seek justice, pour out their grievances, or ask for help.