Qian Zhong did not know that Feng Jun had once asked the Guardians to use the art of Karma to curse to death forty-nine Golden Core cultivators connected to Nether Shadow's Ancestral Patriarch.
But she knew that Feng Jun had once used a talisman to strike at the Soul Emergence Ancestral God descended upon by the Insect Race from afar, inflicting immense damage on it.
So in Qian Zhong's mind, he was actually capable of eliminating this minor threat.
Feng Jun frowned, then gave a bitter smile. "It can be done, but how could I have the nerve?"
He knew very well that if he asked the Guardians to act, they might be able to use the Law of Causality to wipe out every cultivator of the Thieving Vein directly. The Guardians were not afraid of the backlash of Karma in this world, and all he would need to pay was some Extreme Spirit.
But this... could not be done! The Guardians' need for Extreme Spirit meant their protection of him was comprehensive. Yet should he really rely on others' shelter and enjoy all this with a clear conscience?
He did not think so. Especially since Five Rings' Divination had failed today, reminding him of one thing: external help could not be relied upon!
What cultivators should value most was their own strength. Once they grew accustomed to borrowing external power, what would they do if that power failed one day?
Besides, no matter how good his relationship with the Guardians was, he could not keep drawing on personal favors. Everything needed moderation.
Even Feng Jun himself greatly disliked people constantly asking him for help—if you wanted others to respect you, you first had to make something of yourself!
So he shook his head and spoke expressionlessly. "My elders may