Great clans and humble origins, the Dragon Gate Martial Trial, ten thousand contribution points

The four came back to their senses, and the way they looked at Yang Jing quietly changed, a trace of barely perceptible disdain and distance entering their eyes.

To them, a disciple from a remote backwater like Yuhe County, even if he had managed to enter the Profound Truth Sect through sheer luck, was bound to fall far short of disciples from great clans in the prefectural city in outlook, resources, and background. He was unlikely to amount to much in the sect.

Still, they were all perceptive enough not to offend Yang Jing for no reason. They kept their disdain hidden, maintaining an outward air of cordiality.

Zhao Hongxiang was the first to conceal the change in his eyes. Putting on a polite smile, he raised a hand and patted Yang Jing's shoulder. "So you're a junior brother from Yuhe County. That's rather unusual. None of us have been here very long either. Since we'll be sharing a courtyard, we ought to look after one another and lend each other a hand."

The tall, slender Su Qingyue had barely spoken throughout.

When Yang Jing had introduced his origins, a flicker of impatience had crossed her eyes. Now she lowered her gaze slightly, her expression cool, clearly uninterested in this new disciple from a remote little place.

She came from the Su Family of the prefectural city. Since childhood, she had been surrounded by admirers like a moon cradled by the stars, associating only with children of distinguished families. A sense of superiority ran deep in her bones, and she naturally looked down on disciples of humble origins like Yang Jing.

The full-figured Liu Rou, however, seemed friendlier. Smiling, she quickly agreed with Zhao Hongxiang. "Yes, exactly. Senior Brother Zhao is right. We all live in the same courtyard. Junior