Alliance and First Entry

Two months later.

"Boss, why did you choose the Samadhi True Fire Technique? That cultivation art is utterly ordinary—its only use is in alchemy. You might as well learn the Golden Light Flying Sword Art like me, at least..."

In a corner of the dining hall, the delinquent Chen Polu leaned over the table and nagged Zhao Sheng endlessly, looking thoroughly disappointed that he had failed to live up to expectations.

Zhao Sheng drank his medicinal porridge at an unhurried pace, paying no heed whatsoever to the noise beside him.

To either side of them, more than a dozen youths kept their heads down as they gnawed meat and drank porridge, not daring to involve themselves.

"Hey, Boss, at least say something..." Chen Polu's mouth had gone dry from talking, yet his boss remained unmoved, and he could not help growing more annoyed.

As he spoke, a strapping, handsome young man strode over, followed by three or four companions. All of them were around fifteen or sixteen and stood more than half a head taller than the others. One of them, however, had a bruised and swollen face and a terrified expression, clearly having been beaten badly.

The handsome young man arrived at the table and swept his gaze over it. The long table was full, with no seats left.

He smiled faintly at Zhao Sheng and brazenly sat down.

The bruised youth's face filled with terror. Before the handsome young man could lower himself, he hurriedly darted beneath him, dropped to all fours, and arched his back, actually becoming a human chair.

Using a person as a stool, the handsome youth cut an imposing figure. He suddenly laughed heartily. "Zhao Sheng, there are only a few among our cohort whom I think highly of, and you are one of