Halfway through bragging, Sang Wen was mocked. Naturally, he couldn't just take it, and immediately prepared to fire back.
But when he turned toward the voice and saw the standard white robe Shi Qingyu was wearing, he forcibly swallowed the words he was about to say.
He had no choice.
Although deathmatchers felt a tremendous sense of superiority over the natives while in the Deathmatch Arena,
that didn't mean they could afford to look down on them.
After all, aside from Lu Bai, the other deathmatchers had only received Silver-level abilities in the first round. That wasn't enough for them to take on actual cultivators.
The situation was stronger than the person, so even though Sang Wen was deeply unhappy with Shi Qingyu's attitude, he forced himself to smile while he remained uncertain of her background.
"Fairy, whether I'm making wild claims will be clear after a simple test."
Seeing how confidently Sang Wen spoke, Shi Qingyu hesitated slightly.
Considering that if she really did discover an extraordinary Immortal Seedling, the sect's rewards wouldn't be meager,
she decided to take Sang Wen back to the sect and try her luck. After all, it wouldn't cost her anything.
Still, she warned him sternly, "If I find out you've deceived me, don't blame me for being ruthless."
There was no fear on Sang Wen's face.
"Of course not."
The grounds of Qingwang Sect were filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs. At any time of day, immortal mist drifted through the air, shrouding everything in a haze that made it feel like one was in a celestial realm.
Thinking about how he was about to gain access to this world's supernatural powers, even if only temporarily, Sang Wen couldn't help feeling a little excited.
"Be careful. Stay right behind me, and