How good or evil human nature truly was was difficult to explain clearly. Most of the time, it still came down to interests.
A direct disciple of the Qin Dao had lost his head within the Qin Dao's secondary mountain gate. This was an extremely serious matter, but conducting a thorough investigation... was difficult.
The secondary mountain gate was not the main mountain gate. Those living there were not limited to Qin Dao disciples; there were also many enthusiasts of the Qin Dao.
As mentioned before, the four arts of qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting did not have many direct disciples. The key was that there were countless enthusiasts of the four arts.
These enthusiasts might be sect cultivators or clan cultivators; that was truly impossible to determine. The old four arts possessed such transcendent status and influence largely because they did not care about such distinctions—so long as one was a fellow enthusiast, they could sit together.
Everyone in the secondary mountain gate already knew about Feng Jun's bounty on that female cultivator, but hardly anyone took it seriously—a rustic nobody wanted to place a bounty on a True Immortal of the Qin Dao... If he had even a few peanuts with his drinks, he would not have gotten drunk enough to say something like that.
It was not that the bounty was not valuable enough—that was a Soul Separation Pill. Everyone wanted one.
However, its value was so high that many could not even be bothered to covet it. Lottery tickets also had five-million grand prizes. Anyone buying one specifically for that would be a complete idiot.
Besides, they were all enthusiasts of qin techniques, all people transcending worldly concerns. Who would stop exchanging and discussing qin techniques over such filthy matters?
But now that this had happened,