If there was anyone in the Primordial Wilderness who was the most ruthless.
It had to be Zhunti.
He dared to scheme against the Mystic Gate in every possible way during the era when it was at its strongest!!
He was not afraid of the Three Pure Ones coming after him.
He schemed in every possible way!!!
Di Xin inscribing an obscene poem, Chong Heihu rebelling, Immortal Dingguang of the Interception Sect turning traitor, the Vice Sect Leader of the Chan Sect running away, Personal Disciples "changing careers"...
His guts were simply astonishing, and he had fucking succeeded.
If this Old Lamp was not a talent, then who was?
The Western Teachings, originally barren, bitterly cold, and full of crooked melons and cracked dates, had been forcefully stuffed with countless experts, steadily becoming the strongest great sect in the Primordial Wilderness on the surface!
He truly was an incredible talent—bold, shameless, and damn capable!!!
If Saints did not personally step in, who could handle this Old Lamp?
Qingyuan smiled on the surface, but inwardly, he was depressed. What exactly was this sect leader thinking?
Why had he not come to take him away yet?
Surely he would not have to shout, "Master, save me," before he came, right?
Over here.
Saint Zhunti was also sizing Qingyuan up. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became, to the point that he wished he could cast a spell and convert the First Disciple of the Interception Sect before taking him back!!!
Setting everything else aside.
This appearance alone was exceptionally handsome, dignified, and talented!
Just standing there, his bearing surpassed that of the old, fat, short, skinny, and ugly members of the Western Teachings by far!!
One look at him inspired intimacy.
Was this not exactly the kind of talent their