Chen Changqing's words echoed above Immortal Burial Cliff.
The entire place fell silent.
No reward.
This boy had actually refused the promise of a Tribulation Immortal.
This was the most supreme opportunity in the Nine Provinces.
Even if Chen Changqing had asked for the position of Sect Master of Mount Shu, Daoist Wu Zhen would likely have agreed without the slightest hesitation.
Chen Yuan too stood rooted to the spot.
He opened his mouth, wanting to remind his disciple not to do something foolish.
But the words reached his lips and were swallowed back down.
He knew Chen Changqing's temperament too well.
This boy never made a losing deal.
Since he had dared to refuse, he must have had his own calculations in mind.
Daoist Wu Zhen quietly watched Chen Changqing.
An inscrutable gleam flickered in those deep eyes.
He had lived for nearly ten thousand years.
He had long grown accustomed to the intrigue, deception, greed, and selfishness of the cultivation world.
Faced with such a heaven-sent opportunity, who could remain unmoved?
Yet this teenage boy before him had truly treated his promise as though it were nothing.
That youthful face held only composure and calm.
There was not the slightest trace of pretense.
"Good."
"Good, good, good."
Daoist Wu Zhen suddenly threw back his head and laughed.
His laughter brimmed with exhilaration and approval.
The sound made the surrounding space tremble faintly.
"It was merely my duty."
"Well said—merely your duty."
"With a disciple of such breadth of mind and spirit, why should Mount Shu fear that it cannot flourish?"
Daoist Wu Zhen strode up to Chen Changqing.
He extended those flawless hands, newly remade, and heavily patted Chen Changqing's shoulder.
"You do not want a reward; that is the measure of your character."
"But as your ancestral