At that moment, Qiu Shi's face turned purple with rage. He wished he could draw his sword and cut down every last one of these people, but there were at least three to five here whose cultivation was close to his own. How could they be so easily cut down?
In the end, he could only look left and right, speaking of other things to find himself a way down:
"Heavenly Monarch Yuanxu has made quite the bargain—not only does he take wealth, he wants people to trade their lives as well!"
"Quit that sour talk. Whether you trade or not is your business; hearing you call us grandpa is everyone's business. Even if you soak yourself in vinegar now, don't think you can dodge this."
Qiu Shi truly could not bear it any longer. He flicked his sleeve and rose.
"We'll talk when he actually goes!"
Without waiting for anyone else to speak, he left in a sorry state. For quite some time to come, he would not be able to hold his head up as a man.
Once he left, his companions had no face to remain either, and a patch of space immediately emptied. Yet the atmosphere aboard the ship remained lively, and the others continued along the topic just raised.
"Trading for passage, magical artifacts, pills, and the like is nothing special. Did Heavenly Monarch Yuanxu ever say one could trade for the status of a Shangqing disciple?"
"This... the news was vague to begin with. After the Clear Sky Discourse, the Heavenly Monarch has kept quite a low profile."
"After being so high-profile, if he did not keep a low profile, would he be waiting for disaster to come knocking?"
Seeing the conversation circle back to that mess within the Xiyu Alliance, Wu Jing, at