At that moment, the Strength Order on Xie Qingfeng's chest buzzed incessantly. He brought his palm down with a slap, smashing the table before him to pieces. Even his treasured copy of Record of Flower Appreciation, which he had kept for many years, turned to dust and drifted down like butterflies.
"That little brat has humiliated me beyond measure. I'll torture him to death!"
The message from the Strength Order on his chest had told him he had been selected as the guardian of the third trial.
To be honest, he was happy to enter the fray. Reaping the lives and possessions of Soul Sensing Stage cultivators was a fine job by any measure.
But now that he had actually been selected, he felt as if he had been branded with disgrace. The reason was simple: being chosen meant that, in someone's eyes, he was the weakest among the many Yin Venerables.
If he had been alone, he might have endured the feeling of being looked down on. But with so many powerful cultivators seated around him, even his thick skin couldn't keep his face from burning.
Yet no one present laughed at him. Instead, they showered him with congratulations.
"Congratulations, Brother Xie! Heaven has sent you great fortune!"
"With Brother Xie on the job, that little thief is as good as dead. We can all sleep easy."
"Why wear such a commoner's expression, Brother Qingfeng? Everyone knows your strength. It's that thief who was too blind to see, and ran into you. His death is well deserved!"
"Brother Qingfeng, why are you still wearing a long face? You're making us all feel frustrated. We could only dream of such an opportunity, yet you look so unhappy. What are we supposed to think?"
"Exactly. Since that little thief is so