Zhang Yuchun's suggestion made Zhao Zhen panic. He had always dreamed of becoming the strongest disciple in Qingxiao Sect, perhaps even the strongest person of all. His defeat at the Daoist Convention had dealt him a deep blow.
He could accept losing to Xu Ning. She was his Eldest Senior Sister, after all, and had begun cultivating before him.
But he truly couldn't stomach losing to Xue Jin. Before the Daoist Convention, he had already lost to Xue Jin several times. In the past, he could use his age as an excuse, but now he was eleven, and he wouldn't be able to use that excuse for many more years.
At the Daoist Convention ten years from now, he had sworn to take first place!
For that, he had given up the rewards for the next Daoist Convention and wanted to enter the top-ten duels directly, like Xu Ning, with victory as his only goal. After much pleading, he had finally gotten his master's consent.
And just as he was about to work hard, Zhang Yuchun wanted to snuff out his goal?
How could that be allowed?
Li Dongyue spoke up. "Second Senior Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? Other disciples are disciples, but the Eldest Senior Brother's disciples don't count as members of the sect?"
Zhang Yuchun smiled. "I was only joking. I just think the Daoist Convention is a good chance for disciples to compete for resources. Senior Brother's disciples are talented and already have resources; they don't need to compete for more. Zhao Zhen may not care about the rewards, but if he enters, he'll inevitably knock other disciples out, just like Xu Ning did."
Li Sijin came over carrying dishes and said crossly, "Second Senior Brother, you just want to secure an advantage for your