Rumors about Shen Changchuan spread like wildfire among the countless passersby and onlookers.
However,
as for those conspiracy theories picked up from hearsay and passed through who knew how many hands, how much of them was worth believing was a matter of personal judgment.
But regardless,
within the Cultivation World, Shen Changchuan's name had become widely known during this time.
It gave Shen Changchuan the strange feeling that though he was not in the martial world, tales of him still lingered there.
Compared to the many low- and mid-level cultivators who preferred spreading and discussing those conspiracy theories,
the talented disciples from the Immortal Sects participating in the competition
felt more regret over Shen Changchuan's absence.
"He didn't come? That's a bit of a pity."
After learning of this, Xuan Daoji felt somewhat regretful.
Though he did not think Shen Changchuan, while still in the Out of Body Stage realm, could have been his opponent.
Still,
they were both top geniuses of the younger generation from the same era,
and Shen Changchuan had successively defeated such Immortal Sect prodigies as his cousin Xuan Tianxing and Lin Wushuang, both of whom had comprehended true intent.
There were,
more or less, some outstanding points about him.
If they could have exchanged a few moves, that would have been good as well.
Thinking this,
Xuan Daoji could not help turning his gaze toward Xuan Tianxing beside him. He knew that his cousin had suffered defeat at Shen Changsheng's hands twice in a row and had always held a grudge over it.
"Lucky bastard!"
"If he hadn't promoted to the Spirit Wandering realm and become unable to participate in this grand competition, I would definitely have let him taste the bitterness of a crushing defeat!"
A shadowy expression flashed through Xuan Tianxing's eyes as