Flying Boat

But the sinister steward had no way to deal with him, and could only nurse his hatred in silence.

Lu Zhen's current performance was simply too dazzling.

With such talent, entering the Third Realm, the Nu River Realm, in the future was practically set in stone.

In terms of future combat power and potential, Lu Zhen left him ten streets behind.

"I can't touch you." The sinister steward took a deep breath. "But within the sect, there are plenty of people who want you dead."

Several names flashed through his mind in an instant.

Those peak prodigies of the Inner Sect, whose power and influence reached the heavens, who regarded Leng Qiu as their forbidden possession.

If they learned that Leng Qiu had developed feelings for a brat from a small world, and had even shared intimate contact with him...

Kill with a borrowed knife!

The sinister steward had already been utterly blinded by jealousy.

He had even forgotten.

It was precisely because of Lu Zhen's heaven-defying performance that he had forcibly dragged their originally bottom-ranked squad to first place among the ten teams.

As an instructor, when he returned this time, he would receive an extraordinarily generous share of World Merit.

That was a resource he could not earn even after ten years of ordinary work.

But now.

He no longer cared about any of that.

He simply could not bear to see Lu Zhen doing well.

Hundred Realms of the Great Wilderness World Merit Overall Rankings.

[Rank 67: Nine Provinces Small World]

[Total Merit: 719,402,1150]

The entirety of Nine Provinces erupted into a frenzy.

Previously, although they had climbed to eighty-seventh place and escaped the Kill Line,

from the honored gentlemen of the council above to common peddlers and laborers below, who would dare relax in the