Shen Yi found it somewhat amusing. He had long heard that certain sects would forcibly conscript cultivators within a city for certain purposes, but he had not expected to encounter such a thing himself today.
"Sure. If you have the ability, then forget forcibly recruiting me—even if you want me to join your sect, that would be fine."
Shen Yi smiled faintly, turning the tables on them. He reached out and snatched away the chair from beneath the man's backside, then sat down on it himself, looking at the other party with open provocation.
"Good lad, you've got guts!"
Rather than getting angry, the man laughed. As he spoke, he exerted all his strength, trying to drag Shen Yi off the chair. Yet no matter how he strained, he could not budge Shen Yi in the slightest, leaving him rather astonished.
"If that isn't enough, you can all come at me together. If you can drag me up from this chair, I'll willingly guard the city for you." Shen Yi looked supremely confident, leaving the disciples somewhat dumbfounded. They were all Golden Core Stage cultivators; if they joined forces, even Nascent Soul Cultivators would not dare act so brazenly. Seeing Shen Yi's relaxed expression now, they looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"Kid, you said it yourself!"
After confirming it again and again, the others were overjoyed to hear Shen Yi's words. They all made their move, surrounding Shen Yi and trying to drag him up from the chair. He was merely a Golden Core Cultivator—could he possibly turn the heavens upside down?
Hong Ling stood to one side, watching their comical antics and struggling not to laugh out loud. Inwardly, she cursed Shen Yi for having far too much free time.
"That can't be right."
After