"What? You want to challenge me?" The dashing young cultivator could scarcely believe it. In his eyes, "Ma Teng" was worthless, someone he could knock down with a flick of his hand.
"Xiao Ma, don't speak too excessively." Even Zhang Yun, kind-faced and soft-hearted, looked grave as he transmitted his voice into Wei Suo's ears.
"There is only one day left. Tomorrow is the day the Seven Treasures Secret Land is unsealed. I fear some accident caused by another failing of mine might occur, so I have an impertinent request. I wish to cultivate quietly for a day, and I would like to ask the uncles to send someone to tend my few Spiritual Fields for a day." Wei Suo ignored the dashing cultivator and turned to Zhang Yun, Elder Qian, and the others.
"Only for one day? Of course." Zhang Yun nodded. "I imagine you have helped many of your fellow brothers over the years. If you ask them to help for a day, they naturally will not refuse."
"We'll help Senior Brother Ma tend a few Spiritual Fields." Several hot-blooded Great Ying Peak disciples spoke up. The Great Ying Peak disciples present had already pieced together most of what was going on. Many of them had also suffered bullying from disciples of the other peaks and had long been deeply dissatisfied.
"What, do you think merely listening to the Zen chants of the Seven Treasures Secret Land will let you soar into the heavens in a single bound?" The dashing young disciple sneered at Wei Suo. "Senior Brother Zhou Ling and I both have the qualifications to enter the Seven Treasures Secret Land and listen this time. You treat listening to Zen chants as some grand affair that can turn your fortunes around? It is simply laughable in