The Bird That Sticks Its Head Out

Zhao Huaizhen's voice was anxious, even carrying a hint of urgency.

In life, wasn't what people sought just to fight for a single breath of pride?

Let alone children of cultivation clans like them, who had been pampered since young and, even after entering the Immortal Sect's inner sect, still moved like fish in water by relying on the advantage of their family bloodlines.

They valued that breath of pride all the more!

If they could not avenge the humiliation that had happened at the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion, what face would they have left to keep mixing in the Immortal Sect's inner sect?

Moreover, this also involved real, tangible losses of profit!

A struggle over profit could absolutely be said to affect one's Dao path!

"Brother Zhao, those words are mistaken. When have I ever said I would let that brat off?"

Xuan Tianxing lifted his eyes and glanced at Zhao Huaizhen below.

He waved a hand.

"The Immortal Sect's inner sect is where the Immortal Sect's future lies."

"Although according to the Immortal Sect's rules, the various peaks and lineages must wait until we advance to the Spirit Wandering Realm and choose the cultivation techniques we will practice before they can recruit us into their respective peaks and lineages, and have us take sides."

"In reality, however, the feelers of the Immortal Sect's various peaks and lineages have long since reached every corner of the inner sect."

"Those many groups and societies within the inner sect are, in essence, battlefields where the forces of the peaks and lineages above extend themselves and clash."

"The reason our Dao Seeking Society has been able to continuously obtain so much sponsorship over the years, and obtain those high-grade cultivation resources outsiders can hardly hope to reach, is not merely because