With Me Here, It Is Enough

"..."

Wu Shan's entire face twitched uncontrollably as he stared fixedly at the wolf demon before him.

He had been born of humble origins, but fortunately, his luck had been decent. Not only had he escaped the disaster that destroyed his family and entered the Divine Dynasty, but through a bit of cleverness, he had stumbled his way upward and earned the appreciation of a senior figure in the court.

That person had passed down the True Mountain Dao Fruit, helping him break through to the fifth rank.

Then, as the years slipped away, he had luckily deduced a complete path of his own. Drawing upon the imperial aura of the mortal realm, he had successfully entered the ranks of Taiyi True Immortals.

Though the True Mountain Dao Fruit belonged to the path of qi refiners, it resembled a traveler's methods more closely. Thus, it was considered inferior, ranked only sixty-seventh.

Before this Mind-Eye Fruit Rank, ranked nineteenth, being disparagingly called a Rogue Cultivator was not really excessive.

"That's right."

Wu Shan slowly lowered his fists. "How could I have luck like yours? A great demon who slaughtered people, wiped out clans, and brought calamity across the four seas and eight wildernesses—yet without even needing to put down the butcher's blade in your hand, you could enter a great sect and cultivate the true scriptures."

He raised his head again, looking toward the heavens that had twisted for an instant earlier, as though deliberately reminding them, "Even that lofty Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva has probably come here in person, waiting to bring you back into the sect!"

At those words, the monks all smiled faintly. Not one of them spoke to refute him.

Wu Shan withdrew his gaze. Zha, in his youth he recited poetry and books, in his youth he recited