Chen Xun cleared his throat, a half-smile hanging on his face. This kid really dared to push back when something came up...
"Eighth Brother!" Ling Qingzhi frantically signaled Chi Hao with her eyes. Don't use your little cleverness on Master.
Chi Hao looked embarrassed. He slowly stepped aside and sighed helplessly. He understood now. It seemed the Gu Family had not taken a liking to him after all—just as expected, it was still because of Futian's honored position!
He did not dare clash with Master and Eldest Sister the way Chen Xun did. He simply felt that Sixth Brother was unworthy of his position and that he should have taken it instead.
Just as Chi Hao wore the melancholy look of a troubled youth, Yuan Chengsi turned and spoke. "Sixth."
"Master..." Chen Xun's expression became somewhat unnatural.
Spiritual light flowed through the hall, swiftly condensing into an ancient token bearing the character "Fu." It was the restriction token for the Myriad Scriptures Pavilion, a forbidden ground of the Fushi Sect guarded by an Immortal.
"Hehe, you have now obtained a position in the Fushi Sect. You can be considered grown up." Yuan Chengsi's eyes held a trace of sentiment as he stroked his beard and smiled. "You possess the talent to comprehend ten thousand arts. I shall entrust this token to you. Do not let it gather dust."
The moment the token appeared, a flicker of envy crossed Ling Qingzhi's brows.
Travel between the various regions of the Three Thousand Great Worlds was inconvenient, and with such harsh, terrifying cultivation environments, obtaining a suitable and powerful cultivation method or spell technique was exceedingly difficult. Even passing down inheritances was as hard as ascending to heaven.
For ordinary cultivators, this was already a great opportunity they could never hope for throughout