"What is it?"
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up with fervor.
Who wouldn't want to be a child, reaching out for gifts every day whether there was a reason or not?
Along the way, it would be a lie to say he had never envied his peers.
Xu Xiaoshou had beaten the living daylights out of plenty of people.
Every time those guys pulled out some background, trump card, or finishing move,
all he, Xu Xiaoshou, could do was hide away a Passive Fist that had taken ages to build up, saving it for a rainy day.
Clearly, he had Elder Sang behind him—a Taixu capable of beating down most of the world.
Clearly, behind Elder Sang stood Long Rongzhi, the Emberlight Half-Saint of the Holy Palace.
By that logic, Xu Xiaoshou's identity as a Taixu's successor, even a Half-Saint's successor, could all have been real.
Yet reality showed that Xu Xiaoshou could say nothing and do nothing.
None of those layers of backing could be brought into the open.
He could not, like others, say upon encountering a powerful enemy, "You dare beat me up? I have people behind me!"
And then have the enemy back off...
Impossible.
He could not do it! Even his identity as the First Pavilion Under Heaven's Half-Saint successor had been fabricated by Xu Xiaoshou himself.
Borrowing a fox's might to cow a tiger.
When he truly encountered powerful enemies, none of that worked.
But!
Xu Xiaoshou could sense that the three pill bottles Elder Sang had placed before him contained vast, even terrifying energy.
These were true trump cards! Xu Xiaoshou understood that Elder Sang could not possibly have prepared another three bottles of Yuan Ting Pills for him without reason.
The Taixu world Elder Sang had constructed was meant to give his disciple