Hearing the people around him exclaim in awe, the male student from the Cultivation Society wore a look of vicarious pride. Then he turned to Zhu Xiyan and said smugly, "You heard that, right?"
"Do you still think joining our Cultivation Society won't do you any good?"
Zhu Xiyan hadn't wanted to say much, but after hearing him, she couldn't help letting out a soft laugh and shaking her head. Then she said coolly, "Sorry, but joining your Cultivation Society really wouldn't help me at all."
"As for the Xiantian Realm, Tiandao Sect, and that Nascent Soul Patriarch you mentioned, the one supposedly hailed as the greatest genius the Cultivation World had seen in nearly five hundred years—I don't think much of any of them. There's nothing worth praising!"
The other student clearly hadn't expected Zhu Xiyan to say something like that. He froze on the spot.
Then his expression darkened, as did those of the other Cultivation Society members beside him.
In their eyes, their president was an extraordinary figure. Calling him a god might have been an exaggeration, but there was no doubt that nearly everyone in the Cultivation Society worshipped him.
After all, places like the Secret Realm Immortal Gate were far beyond their reach.
But their president was right there in front of them.
"Don't you think that's a little arrogant? You look down on our president, the Tiandao Sect he belongs to, and even its Nascent Soul Patriarch. I'd like to know just how powerful you are!"
A female member of the Cultivation Society couldn't help speaking up, her tone chilly and scornful.
"Exactly! The president of the Cultivation Society is at the Xiantian Realm, and Tiandao Sect is practically the foremost sect beneath the Secret Realm Immortal Gate. Their Nascent Soul Patriarch was even