Inside the ancestral hall.
Fang Shu and the other two took their seats at the table and chairs draped in red cloth.
Without the least bit of ceremony, Fang Shu took the tea Tie Zhenglian and the others had prepared and personally poured it for Wu Tong and his sister-in-law, Tie Zhengnan.
He wasn't deliberately currying favor. Tie Zhengnan's guidance had truly been like an immortal pointing the way, and he had gained a great deal from it.
After a moment's thought, Fang Shu spoke again. "So, as long as I accumulate a certain amount of merit in the city, I can offer my services to one of the True Immortals?"
Tie Zhengnan nodded. "Exactly. That rule was set personally by Vast Sea Old Immortal. It can be considered a way out for the Rogue Cultivators and wild cultivators of the Western Continent.
"It's just that the city is home to so many immortals, so this path is quite difficult to walk. Anyone who manages to stand out from the crowd is no ordinary person."
As she spoke, Tie Zhengnan glanced at Wu Tong beside her and smiled. "Take your senior brother, for example. People in the clan only know that he made his fortune after joining the Iron Clan.
"But they don't know that he could have made his own way even without relying on the Iron Clan.
"After all, back when your senior brother was only a Refining Qi immortal, he had already earned quite a bit of merit in the Immortal City. He simply knew how to keep a low profile and never told outsiders. Now he's joined the Iron Clan and established his Foundation. There's no point bringing up those old stories—and people might even think he was bragging."
Hearing this, Fang Shu looked at his