Ye Xiu watched coldly as the group of rogue cultivators entered the gorge. After donning his mech armor, he used the Qingqiu Fox's divine ability to conceal himself.
Though he had no interest in making a move against these people yet, the caution he needed was still necessary.
In his armored state, he was at his strongest right now. Naturally, there was no reason to leave it unused.
He had no intention of learning from certain people, hiding his trump card away until their next life.
Feigning weakness before an enemy was a tactic, but pretending to be stupid just to play the pig and eat the tiger was pure madness. In the end, one would truly turn oneself into a pig.
Just as expected, after entering the gorge, those rogue cultivators did not venture deeper. Instead, they set up camp near the entrance and prepared to treat their injuries.
Snatching a nameplate from the chaos had not been easy, to say nothing of being pursued afterward by Artifact Refining Hall cultivators.
"But thankfully, we got the nameplate! As long as we hold out for the next few days, we'll be able to enter the inner sect!"
The leading disciple took out a token, excitement gleaming in his eyes.
Wasn't the opportunity to enter the inner sect precisely why ordinary rogue cultivators were willing to come here as cannon fodder?
Unlike those cultivators with people backing them, who would eventually receive a Foundation Establishment Pill once they reached the required time.
For rogue disciples like them, with neither talent nor background, trying to break through on their own was practically the ramblings of a madman.
But how could cultivators willingly watch themselves grow old and die like ordinary mortals in the end?
So they had to fight for it. Even