Chen Mu glanced toward the direction in which the Spirit Intent Sect Deacon had disappeared, then paid it no further mind.
He did not particularly care about the Spirit Intent Sect's reaction.
Just as Li Ping of the Blood Kill Sect had fallen at the hands of Lin Mo of Returning Origin Sword Manor, an unrisen genius could not be counted as a genius. A Fifth Rank Martial Artist was ultimately not yet high-ranked and had not entered the upper echelons of this world.
The direct disciples of these Eight Great Sects appeared in a new generation every few years. Along the road to rising, people would fall one after another, only to be replaced by other newcomers, just like great waves sifting away the sand.
Only those who slaughtered their way upward, stepping over mountains of white bones, could become grandmasters and glimpse the pinnacle of the Martial Dao.
Of course.
Even so, Chen Mu still did not care.
Because what he was looking toward was the pinnacle of sorcery. Sorcerers' ranks forever stood above Martial Artists'. A Second Grade Sorcerer was a Celestial Master, on par with the Martial Saint at the pinnacle of the Martial Dao.
No prodigy dared claim that he would certainly attain Second Grade Martial Dao, let alone become a First Rank Martial Saint. But Chen Mu was destined to become a Second Grade Sorcerer, and perhaps even cross beyond Second Grade to reach the legendary First Rank.
Strength gradually changed a person's mindset.
When he had first arrived in this world, Chen Mu had also been cautious to the extreme. He had not immediately dealt with even the maid by his side, instead silently maintaining the original state of affairs.
But now he was a Fifth Rank Sorcerer. Even if his name became