Relying on Yourself Is Better Than Relying on Others
In his hasty escape, Yan Zhuixing encountered several groups of oncoming people along the way, but he managed to get rid of them all with his servant Lao San. He could easily pass the test. Logically, he should have been happy, but Yan Zhuixing grew angrier the more he reported. The thought of Yue Qianchou made him grit his teeth in hatred.
Unlike Yue Qianchou's flamboyant style, Yan Yixing, despite being blind, always tried to develop his career in a low-key manner. However, someone always seemed determined to prevent him from achieving his goals. From the beginning in Hundred Flowers Valley to his time in Hundred Flower Valley, whenever he encountered Yue Qianchou, that guy would force him to become famous alongside him.
Now things are really messed up. One is a world-renowned, ruthless Spirit Transformation stage, who has offended everyone. The other is an absolutely dangerous figure with unparalleled Cultivation Method, coveted by all. These two juniors from the Huaxia Cultivation World are both famous throughout the land, but their circumstances are vastly different. The former has found a powerful backer, so for the time being, no one dares to openly mess with him. The latter, however, is in a worse position, with only Bing Chengzi as his backer, making him easier to bully. Naturally, people are looking for trouble with him.
Yan Zhuixing simply couldn't understand it. Regardless of whether the two were enemies or not—although both were outstanding figures among the new generation of Cultivation World —didn't that guy know that even the most upright tree can be blown by the wind? Before he could fully protect himself, making such a show of force in front of so many senior cultivators was tantamount to courting death. Even with a powerful backer, one can't rely on them forever.
A complete country bumpkin, nouveau riche, and upstart—it's a miracle he's still alive today. This is Yan Zhuixing's assessment of Yue Qianchou.
However, what he failed to reflect on was that, from the day he left Huaxia Cultivation World, he was destined to reach a height that many cultivators could not achieve even after a lifetime of struggle. His maternal grandfather was the leader of the number one sect of the Righteous Path, and he also held the title of the Young Palace Lord of the Hundred Flower Palace.
While others were still struggling for basic survival, he stood atop a scenic mountain peak, not even bothering to glance at the crowds who had already climbed ashore. He discreetly surveyed the people around him, looking for those he could use. This was his so-called "low profile"—a high-profile figure with the qualifications to speak of humility, all talk and no action.
But what did Yue Qianchou have back then? Nothing. In the Cultivation World of cultivation, let alone dignity, he didn't even have the basic right to survive. From the moment he joined the Qingguang Sect, he was constantly in danger of being devoured.
A single careless word, even a glance that offends someone, can cost you your life. It can happen in an instant, and you won't even have a chance to revive, not even the right to keep a low profile.
After finally joining Fu Xian Island, he was constantly forced into the lowest and most despised jobs. He had already lowered himself to the bare minimum, even digging a hole in his back to bury himself alive, yet he still lived on the edge. Driven to the brink, for a spiritual herb seed that could turn his life around, he recklessly abandoned his manly dignity, kneeling and begging, losing face and utterly humiliated. The favors he owed him were still unpaid. Even someone of noble birth like Yan Zhuixing couldn't understand the suffering of a nobody like Yue Qianchou.
Sometimes, when Yue Qianchou looked back on his journey, he realized that every woman he had met along the way, Bai Suzhan, had never treated him differently because of his changing social status; she had always offered him unwavering help. She was a trustworthy and reliable haven when he was tired.
Furong wouldn't look down on him because of his lowly status; on the contrary, from the very beginning, she had been bullying him. This woman, throughout her life, considered him the only person in the world she Yue Qianchou, treating his words as sacred decrees and obeying whatever he told her to do without any consideration.
Yue Qianchou couldn't even imagine how guilty he would feel if he hurt her.
As a result, Yue Qianchou was filled with trepidation, fearing that this girl would ever wrong him. Whatever she wanted, Yue Qianchou would spare no effort to satisfy her and go to great lengths to protect her. In fact, Xiao Rong would never make any excessive demands on him.
With these two women by his side, Yue Qianchou felt incredibly strong and confident in facing any difficulty. Even if his ultimate fate was to be beaten into a cripple, he wouldn't have lost everything; he would still have his most precious possessions. He believed without question that these two women would continue to wholeheartedly accompany and care for him for the rest of his life, standing the test of time. Even with Bi Changchun, the Number One Expert Under Heaven, as his Bi Changchun, nothing could give him as much peace of mind as the gentle presence of these two women.
As for the other women, if he didn't have the strength to conquer them, would they favor a lowly cultivator who was at the mercy of others? Yue Qianchou believed they were good women too, but subconsciously he dared not think too deeply about it. He just kept giving himself confidence: they were also very good women. Very good to him, very good!
Yue Qianchou was a nobody struggling to survive in the endless, treacherous waters of the Cultivation World. He finally managed to climb ashore and wanted to rest, only to find the shore teeming with ferocious beasts, and good people were a rarity. He was faced with only two paths: either live like most, groveling and begging for survival, or risk his life to rise above others and fight for his own rights. He resolutely chose the latter, knowing he had the means to be humble. Yue Qianchou wasn't quick to act and escape his precarious situation. He could only prepare quietly while maintaining a high profile. When his wild youth began to inspire fear, he was no longer a cultivator everyone could bully. Those cultivators at the bottom of the cultivation world dared not provoke him. His reputation soared. Many powerful figures who previously had no access to him noticed his existence and reached out to him. Even Yan Zhuixing, at that time, noticed him and wanted to recruit him.
Even now, Yue Qianchou's reputation across the nations is infamous, yet he has carved a bloody path through the land, successfully protecting his six elemental cultivators. Aside from the most powerful Spirit Transformation stage experts in the cultivation world, no cultivator below the Spirit Transformation stage dares to easily cause him trouble.
This is the difference between Yan Zhuixing, who comes from a noble background and acts modestly, and Yue Qiandi, who comes from a humble background and acts ostentatiously. It's simply because they are different; there's no such thing as a small-time rich man or a nouveau riche. Ultimately, many people, regardless of age, are vying for power and death in Yan Zhuixing's hands; they all end up the same way. It all comes down to who will emerge victorious in the final battle.
"Master!" The Giant Silver Sword blocked Bing Cheng Chengwu's path as he tried to leave Jubao Fen...
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy; it seemed Wen Lanbei was about to stand up for Yue Qian. Pei Fang and the other two exchanged glances, secretly pleased. Being able to use Wen Lanbei's connections to get rid of the icy delicacy was simply perfect.
Yue Qianchou was also filled with excitement. Even if he hadn't killed Yan Zhuixing, taking down his powerful backer wouldn't be bad. His thinking was simple: if it was an opponent's strength, he wouldn't let it go; the weaker the opponent, the stronger he became.
Bing Chengzi thought to himself, "This is bad. I'm afraid I won't have a good ending today." He turned around and stared at Wen Lanfeng, "Wen Lanfeng, I have no grudge against you. What do you mean by this?"
Wen Lanfeng began to exude an imposing aura, his long hair flowing behind him. His eyes stared coldly at Bing Chengzi as he said indifferently, "Does anything I say need explanation?"
The Spirit Transformation stage experts in the air, those with weaker cultivation, all retreated. If these two were to start fighting, the residual force would be terrifying. It could easily affect Tianmo.
Bing Chengzi knew he was no match for Wen Lanfeng; his fate was entirely illegitimate, he was simply courting death. His gaze fell upon Lu Yan, who wore a veil, and he said veiledly, "Miss Lu, I, Bing Xuan, have always held Lingfang Valley in high esteem, and every year I send disciples to collect 'Snow Spirit Grass.' I implore Miss Lu, for the sake of our long-standing friendship, to plead with Brother Wen on my behalf."
He was quite adaptable and good at finding people. He found someone right away, Lu Yanqing could even speak, Wen Lanfeng's imposing manner and power made everyone frown.
Lu Yanqing was silent for a moment. She turned her head to look at Wen Lanfeng and sighed softly, "Does everything have to be resolved with fighting and killing?"
Although her words didn't explicitly plead for Bing Chengzi, they subtly prevented Wen Lanfeng from taking action. In the end, Wen Lanfeng didn't utter a word, and the Giant Silver Sword groaned as it returned to his Storage Bag.
Bing Chengzi cupped his hands in thanks to Wen Lanfeng, saying, "Thank you for staying, Wenping." He then cupped his hands to Lu Yanqing, saying, "Miss Lu, I will remember your kindness. As long as the Ice Palace exists, if Lingfang Valley encounters any trouble, the Ice Palace will do its utmost to help." The two master and disciple then quickly flew away.
Wen Lanfeng glanced apologetically at Nong Zhu and Yue Qian'ao. He was speechless, but there was nothing he could do; he couldn't stop them. No one in Bing Cheng had expected that a major battle would be resolved with just a few words from Lu Yanqing.
Yue Qianchou was both annoyed and amused. He hadn't expected Lu Yanqing's words to have such a significant influence on Wen Lanfeng. Wen Lanfeng didn't seem to realize that things had reached a point where everyone's stance was clearly divided; enemies couldn't be let go. Perhaps people would appreciate Lu Yanqing's sympathy, but they might not appreciate Wen Lanfeng's. Because everyone knew that Yue Qianchou and Wen Lanfeng were on the same side, while Yue Qianchou and Yan Zhuixing were mortal enemies.
For the first time Yue Qianchou had the urge to strip Lu Yanqing, throw her onto the bed, and slap her buttocks in frustration. This woman was too damn ridiculous. If you don't understand, don't meddle. Xiu Zhijie Fang said that if talking things out could solve problems, then everyone would just ask you to be the peacemaker. What's the point of fighting, arguing, or scrambling?
There were some things that just had to be said. Yue Qianchou stared at Lu Yanqing and said in a deep voice, "Senior Lu's compassion is truly admirable, but I have a piece of advice for you. If the people of the Ice Palace cause trouble for Lingfang Valley in the future, I hope you will not regret it then."
"Yue Qianchou! Say less." Nong Zhu frowned, stopping him.
Wen Lanfeng smiled apologetically and said, "Yue Qianran, let's do it next time."
"Senior, you flatter me." Yue Qianchou waved his hand dismissively, his words firm and resolute. "It's better to rely on yourself than on others. I won't trouble you again next time. I only hope that Senior Wen and Senior Lu will remember what they promised me."
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