The whispers all around made Ye Tian feel as if his head were splitting, but they also allowed him to regain control of his body.
The moment he stood up—before he had even fully straightened—those around him hurriedly fled from Ye Tian's vicinity.
"Uh, may I boldly ask what place this is?" The instant Ye Tian spoke, the disciples had already run over a hundred meters away.
"What is that bizarre smell on you?"
"It doesn't smell like an ordinary cultivator... It is rather thought-provoking..."
"This is Xuan Yun Sect! The largest sect in Jiangzhou."
Ye Tian felt even more depressed. As if on cue, the Fetus Spirit sprang out of Ye Tian's pouch and landed on his shoulder.
Ye Tian asked the Fetus Spirit, "Can you tell what smell is on me?"
The Fetus Spirit shook its head and said, "I am a Fetus Spirit, a Fetus Spirit, a Fetus Spirit! Before reaching that realm, I still cannot simulate the five human senses. So I cannot smell the scent on you, nor can I smell anyone else's scent."
Their conversation was extremely quiet, and the other cultivators did not hear it.
Yet the cultivators only noticed the Fetus Spirit's beauty...
After all, the Fetus Spirit had taken on the appearance of a Spirit of Nature. What beauty could overthrow kingdoms and put the moon to shame before flowers?
The cultivators looked at one another, but not a single one stepped forward. That was because most of them had heard a rumor.
Members of the Beggars' Sect considered dirtier clothing to be superior, while the bizarre smell on their bodies was a mark of strength that required long cultivation to acquire.
Thus, the stranger the smell, the higher one's status in the Beggars' Sect—and the greater one's abilities.
It was