Though My Hands Are Stained with Blood, I, Wang Yu, Am Still a Good Person, Fellow Daoist!

Wang Yu paced with his hands behind his back and said leisurely.

"The matter of ascension is naturally the sooner the better. Whether it is you, fellow Daoist, or those prodigies valued by the Upper Realm's lineages, the earlier you ascend, the earlier you can enjoy the support of resources within those lineages.

"In the end, the resources one can obtain in the lower realm are still far too few. The concentration of Spirit Qi in the environment of heaven and earth alone is as different as heaven and earth. You are anxious, and they are anxious too."

Qing Qing immediately frowned.

"But what does that have to do with the cutting in line Brother Wang spoke of? If you wish to instigate the lower-ranked prodigies into snatching the top-ranked quota, leaving aside whether they are a match, even if they succeed, why would they let me ascend first?"

The method of instigation seemed feasible, but in truth, it was a pavilion in the sky.

It could only light a prairie fire, yet could not guarantee it would not burn oneself. Since the benefit sought could not be obtained, there was no need to set this fire.

It was utterly meaningless, that was all.

"Ah, Fellow Daoist Qing Qing, you've thought astray. Is Wang such a shameless person? We are all people of status. Don't tell me you don't know that, aside from orthodox ascension, there are other methods in this world."

Having heard it put to this extent, Qing Qing already understood Wang Yu's meaning.

"Smuggling across?"

"What smuggling? This is called seeking another marvelous method."

"Qing Qing is not a pedantic person, but how do you guarantee safety? The environment in the Cosmic Sea can be said to be filled with ten thousand dangers. There are countless natural