How could anyone be willing to hand over such a heaven-sent opportunity?
If he were merely a lone Cultivator, unable to contend against those people, then so be it.
He would simply lower his head.
But they happened to be a force with an extraordinarily complicated makeup.
Within powerful factions and sects, filthy dealings were common enough.
Scheming and infighting were even more commonplace.
Not everyone would be willing to yield.
Nor would everyone be willing to resist.
After all.
Some among them might even share ties of clan and lineage with those old monsters behind those watching eyes.
Yet a faintly amused smile suddenly appeared on the young scholar's face.
He had never gotten along with the Dao Sect, the Divine Dynasty, or the Dragon Court.
The powers of the Cultivation World had largely been squeezed by those three factions.
The cultivation and strength they displayed, along with the unfathomable foundations they concealed, truly made others wary.
But the young scholar had not forgotten that this was, in the end, a simulation within a painting.
Although he had already resolved that if he failed in this lifetime, he would abandon the opportunity here and leave for the outside directly.
There was still no reason to treat them courteously when others had come knocking at his door.
This troublesome matter involved others coming to seize an opportunity.
They were troubled, and that just happened to sweep away the flicker of alarm and unrest the young scholar had felt earlier.
"How can such an opportunity be carved up among you three?"
"Make a fuss, make a fuss. The bigger the commotion, the better."
Let the winds and rain of the whole world know of it.
That would be best.
After pondering for a moment, the young scholar raised his arm and