The uproar over Chen Qing becoming a True Disciple lingered for a long time.
The five foremost Millennial Families, along with several other influential great clans, all reacted differently.
For a time, the Shen Family became the target of many people's private ridicule.
Of course, even more people saw an opportunity. A newly promoted True Disciple with a relatively simple background was undoubtedly someone worth befriending.
Thus, over the following days, the little courtyard on Xuwang Mountain where Chen Qing lived was thronged with visitors.
An endless stream of guests arrived—either stewards dispatched by the great families, family higher-ups with real authority, or elders and deacons from the various peaks within the sect.
The congratulatory gifts they brought piled up like mountains, and their words were earnest. Their purpose was nothing more than to become familiar faces and forge a good connection.
Chen Qing understood this perfectly well.
The bustle continued until the fifth day before gradually subsiding.
That morning, Qu He arrived as promised.
"Junior Brother Chen, how are your injuries recovering?" Qu He asked with concern.
Chen Qing smiled faintly. "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother. I am already fully recovered."
He possessed a supreme body-tempering secret art such as the Dragon Elephant Prajna Vajra Body, and his recovery ability had always far surpassed that of ordinary people. Coupled with the precious Healing Pills sent by the True Martial lineage, after several days of recuperation, not only had his injuries completely healed, but his cultivation even seemed to have advanced slightly.
"That is good."
Qu He nodded in satisfaction. "Come. Follow me to True Martial Hall. The Pulse Master has summoned you."
Chen Qing's expression turned solemn at once, and he nodded.
The two immediately left Xuwang Mountain and headed toward the towering, austere True Martial Hall