River-Crossing Dragon

The other fisher cultivator said helplessly, "All right, all right. Your son is useless, doomed to a lifetime of poverty. There's nothing to be done."

Pinching the gills of a lively spirit fish, he tossed it into the bamboo basket. "Dad, hurry up and work. Before long, water monsters might come ashore."

Only then did the older fisher cultivator lower his head and resume working.

Nearby, a Qi Refining child of around ten was picking up First-Grade little fish from the ground. Hearing this, he looked up and said:

"Grandpa, Third-Grade isn't much use either. Even disciples from Third-Grade families will get bullied after entering a sect."

The older fisher cultivator was taken aback.

The little Qi Refining fisher cultivator said:

"It's true. Zhu Family's third son relied on his Golden Core grandfather and looked down on everyone. When he played with us, he strutted around with his nose in the air every day..."

"Later, after entering a sect, he could only trail behind the children of larger clans, meek and deferential, like a lackey. He was never as imposing as before..."

"Sometimes, when the sect had its ten-day break and he came home, he was like a fool, not saying a word for half the day. We asked him to come play, but he ignored us."

The older fisher cultivator shook his head. "That's called entering a sect, gaining knowledge, and learning proper manners. What do little brats like you know?"

"Aristocratic families have endured for tens of thousands of years. Their descendants are all dragons and phoenixes among men. For Zhu San'er to study alongside such favored sons of heaven is a blessing."

"A man who does not learn cannot become useful. Learning alongside children of aristocratic families can't be wrong..."

The little fisher cultivator curled his lips.