"Elder Nian, why are you in such high spirits today?"
Your gaze shifted, and you noticed a young woman in green in the Spirit Garden—Lü Qingyu.
"Senior Sister Lü, you're here too!"
Lü Qingyu saw you come in but deliberately looked away and said nothing.
Elder Nian grinned. "Good things put a spring in a man's step."
You understood. Today, everyone was talking about how an elder of Little Green Peak had overpowered nine cultivators of the same realm, all at the Dragon Court Realm.
Not just Little Green Peak—everyone on Mount Fangcun had heard.
Ordinary disciples might not know the details, but among the True Disciples and the various branches, Nian Wubei's name had naturally spread like wildfire.
Jade light flowed through your eyes as you looked at Elder Nian again. The scarlet killing intent in his dantian had been pressed into one spot, far more contained than before.
It seemed the Marrow-Washing Pill Elder Nian had taken last night had worked wonders.
You smiled. "Looks like this disciple will be basking in your glory from now on."
"Elder Nian, you're hale as ever. You have the makings of a Great Dao Golden Core cultivator."
Though you looked entirely sincere in your congratulations, Elder Nian sensed something strange, as if you were pointing at the mulberry only to curse the locust.
"Off with you. I swear you're saying one thing and meaning another. Nothing good is brewing in that belly of yours."
From the side, Lü Qingyu could tell Elder Nian was in an excellent mood.
Elder Nie had described yesterday's battle, which had shaken Mount Fangcun, as casually as "killing chickens." Yet everyone knew what terrifying strength it took to suppress nine cultivators of the same realm single-handedly.
In the cultivation world, strength commanded respect. Elder Nian might