Hidden peerless expert? Ye Chen

The 3rd floor. The Dao techniques on this floor required Core Formation to cultivate, so Jun Wangyou didn't bother looking at them. Instead, he focused intently on finding an ordinary-looking old man.

He also took the opportunity to check the dusty Dao techniques tucked away in the corners.

Following the cliché plotlines from his previous life, the more obscure and neglected the Dao techniques in the forgotten corners, the more likely they were to be hidden peerless divine skills.

Unfortunately, Jun Wangyou found nothing. As the Sacred Land's Scripture Repository, it was naturally cleaned daily. Even if such divine skills existed, it wasn't his turn to find them.

The 4th floor, the 5th floor, the 6th floor, the 7th floor.

Jun Wangyou continued like this until the 7th floor. This floor was already the limit he could reach as a True Disciple.

To reach the 8th floor, one needed the status of a core elder or above, or to have made outstanding contributions.

"As expected, cliché plots are all lies!"

Standing at the passage to the 8th floor, Jun Wangyou was full of disappointment. A moment later, he turned to leave.

But not long after Jun Wangyou left.

At the entrance to the 8th floor, a figure suddenly appeared, like a ghost.

Upon closer inspection, the ghostly figure was none other than a short old man in a grey robe, holding a broom.

The old man stroked his chin, looking in the direction Jun Wangyou had left, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Why does it feel like this kid was looking for me?"

"Interesting. Two thousand years, and finally someone has found my tracks?"

Returning to the first floor, as soon as he came down, Jun Wangyou saw a crowd of disciples gathered together, with faint sounds of arguing coming from the group.

Driven by curiosity, Jun Wangyou also walked over.

Upon approaching, he realized it was a group of people fighting with one disciple over a dusty, tattered, ancient-looking cultivation technique.

"Ye Chen, you want to die?! How dare you fight me for it! Do you know who my brother is?!"

"Hurry up and let go, or you won't see tomorrow's sun!"

The one speaking was a disciple in an outer disciple's robe, covered in fat and quite arrogant and overbearing.

Furthermore, he was surrounded by a group of fawning individuals.

The one he was fighting with was a thin, pale-faced disciple, but he was quite refined and handsome.

"Huh?"

Jun Wangyou watched, and couldn't help but let out a soft sound of surprise.

The ancient cultivation technique that the two groups were fighting over...

Didn't it look exactly like the hidden peerless divine skill he had imagined?

"What's going on? Why didn't I notice this cultivation technique just now? Am I not the chosen one?"

Jun Wangyou raised an eyebrow slightly, baring his teeth inwardly. He had searched this floor for a long time just now.

Strange, could the chosen one be this Ye Chen?

"Ye Chen... surnamed Ye..."

"Hiss! Isn't that the surname reserved for protagonists?"

Jun Wangyou's eyes lit up slightly, and he decided to keep watching.

He had no intention of intervening, because wasn't what was happening before him the epitome of a protagonist's cliché plot?

Someone bullies the protagonist, then the protagonist makes a powerful comeback, drawing everyone's admiration, the attention of beauties, and becoming a winner in life.

Jun Wangyou decided to keep watching. If the plot developed as he imagined, it would be very interesting.

In the center of the scene.

Ye Chen held onto the cultivation technique tightly, his pale face turning red.

Opposite him were three lackeys, two of whom were continuously beating him.

"Let go! Ye Chen, you damned bastard! Can't you just be your lowly self? Why do you have to seek attention here!

Ye Chen had remained silent, but upon hearing this, his eyes inexplicably turned red. He could no longer hold back his rage and roared:

"Chen Xiaotian! I found this cultivation technique first! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because your brother is a True Disciple! The Sacred Land isn't run by your family! And I joined the Sacred Land through my own merits! Why do you insult me!"

"I'll fight you!"

As he spoke, Ye Chen suddenly became agitated. He no longer cared about the cultivation technique in his hand and lunged directly at Chen Xiaotian.

In Jun Wangyou's expectation, this should be the moment Ye Chen made his powerful comeback.

But the next second, Jun Wangyou's expression turned to shock.

Ye Chen, who had lunged forward, was directly kicked several meters away by Chen Xiaotian. He crashed into a bookshelf, then slid down, prostrating himself on the ground.

Scarlet blood continuously flowed from the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.

The obese Chen Xiaotian looked at Ye Chen with a cold sneer, mocking him:

"You want to fight me? You think you're worthy? With my brother's support, I already broke through to Mid Qi Refining. What are you going to use to fight me, you trash who just broke through to Early Qi Refining?"

"Commoners are just commoners, with no self-awareness at all."

Chen Xiaotian took the cultivation technique handed over by his subordinate and looked at Ye Chen mockingly.

"Do you really think I care about this cultivation technique? Ridiculous! I have plenty of these. Only a commoner like you would fancy such a tattered technique."

"You don't actually think this unwanted cultivation technique is some peerless divine art, do you? Hahaha, funny, too funny. Only commoners like you dream of stumbling upon peerless divine arts every day."

As he spoke, Chen Xiaotian held the cultivation technique horizontally in his hand, then slowly tore it in half from the middle, before directly throwing it at Ye Chen's face.

Ye Chen's entire body was trembling slightly. With his mouth full of blood, he couldn't utter a single word, but the hatred in his eyes grew visibly.

Chen Xiaotian and his group turned and left triumphantly.

Around them, everyone watched coldly. No one wanted to help, and many even sneered, thinking Ye Chen was being unreasonable.

The weak should have the awareness of the weak.

Not draw their swords against the strong.

At the very back of the crowd, Jun Wangyou watched the scene calmly.

He watched Ye Chen on the ground, trying to struggle to his feet but unable to.

Jun Wangyou's eyes slowly narrowed.

Suddenly, Jun Wangyou shouted, "Stop!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached someone's ears.

Chen Xiaotian and his group, who hadn't yet left the entrance of the Scripture Repository, also stopped.

Turning his head, Chen Xiaotian looked at Jun Wangyou, his attitude still arrogant. "Was that you speaking?"

Jun Wangyou looked up, his expression extremely cold beneath his mask. "It was me."

Chen Xiaotian raised his head. "If you have something to say, say it quickly. I don't have much time to waste on insignificant people like you."

"Heh heh, it's nothing much, really."

Jun Wangyou suddenly gave a strange, two-part smile. "It's just that some of the things you said just now offended me."

"Offended me?"

Chen Xiaotian frowned and directly cursed:

"Who do you think you are! Even if I offended you, what can you do about it?

You dog-like creature, you think you're worthy of questioning me?"