"Grandpa—it's those stinking rats from the Longevity Cult. Should we help him?"
At the sight of the black figures, the woman in purple spoke up at once.
"No rush. He should be able to handle them himself!"
The old man in Daoist robes smiled and shook his head.
These dozens of Longevity Cult members were powerful, but none had a cultivation higher than First Rank. They might not be a match for the young man.
For the moment, however, the dozens of Longevity Cult experts made no move.
"You're Lu Yuan, aren't you?"
The purple-haired man at their head fixed his gaze on Lu Yuan and spoke.
"I am."
Lu Yuan's reply was flat.
It seemed his name had already reached the upper ranks of the Longevity Cult.
"With your talent, and the aid of our Longevity Holy Water, you would cultivate even faster. Becoming a Martial Dao Grandmaster would be nothing—reaching the Martial Saint realm would only be a matter of time."
A faint smile crossed the purple-haired man's face. "If you join the Longevity Cult, you'll receive Longevity Holy Water and be promoted straight to Dharma King, standing as my equal. What do you say?"
"Thunder Dharma King, you can't!"
Before Lu Yuan could speak, Chu He blurted out a protest.
"He killed my son Chu Xiong and led others in slaughtering hundreds of Chu Family experts! Our hatred can never be reconciled—"
"Shut up!"
Before Chu He could finish, Thunder Dharma King cut him off with a wave of his hand.
"Lu Yuan, I know your talent is unmatched. You surpass even those so-called Sacred Body prodigies. With the Longevity Cult's full support, your future achievements would defy imagination. Even Martial Saint would be far from your limit!"
Thunder Dharma King turned back to Lu Yuan. "But