They Came Knocking
When Lu Xiaotian heard Ying Qing Dao Immortal's words, he was stunned for quite some time. No wonder most ordinary Rogue Cultivators wanted to enter the Heavenly Court and seize the chance to be ranked among the celestial officials. In the beginning, the immortals had undoubtedly sought to share even the tiniest sliver of the Heavenly Court's exceedingly faint fortune to increase their strength. Later, however, beyond improving their cultivation, the Immortal Realm had also been divided into clearly distinct classes. Those ranked among the celestial officials and belonging to the orthodox lineage of the Heavenly Court stood a head above the rest, and most looked down on the Rogue Cultivators outside the Heavenly Court.
Though there was no shortage of astonishing talents among the Rogue Cultivators, compared with the vast and mighty Heavenly Court, at most they could be counted as only two or three big cats and little cats.
Ying Qing Dao Immortal also explained to Lu Xiaotian, one by one, the points that required attention regarding the formation in the Illusory Mist Swamp.
After listening, Lu Xiaotian was deeply moved. He secretly sighed that the old fellow Ying Qing Dao Immortal truly deserved his reputation as a formation fanatic. He had even dragged himself into this mess for the sake of formations. If it had been Lu Xiaotian, he would never have gone so far unless he had been driven into a corner. The more Ying Qing Dao Immortal invested, the greater his gains would be. Obsessed with the path of formations and willing to devote everything to it, he was bound to reap rewards. Lu Xiaotian considered himself a first-rate expert in formations back in the Spirit Realm, but compared with Ying Qing Dao Immortal, he was clearly still far too inexperienced. The