Wu Dexing was nothing more than an insignificant minor cultivator, with mediocre Spiritual Root aptitude. Outside Sunset City, he would have been absolutely among the lowest rung of society.
It was only because he had accidentally helped one of Sunset City's elders find a rare spiritual material that he had been able to join Sunset City and become an auxiliary defense cultivator outside its official ranks.
And this status, even though he was merely responsible for collecting rent from a tiny district, invisibly placed him above others within Sunset City.
So many cultivators who had once been far beyond his reach, like Goddesses from his dreams, would, for the sake of a tiny shop and a pitifully small amount of cultivation resources, cast aside all shame and climb into his bed to satisfy his lustful, wicked desires. Some were even willing to become Cauldrons and aid his cultivation.
Over the years, he had enjoyed countless blessings he had once never dared imagine. He also believed he had gained a deeper understanding of human nature.
In his eyes, Mu Feiyan and Ning Caiyun were like drowning people. Even if it was only the last straw, they would desperately seize it.
And Pockmarked Face Cultivator's words just now carried a hidden meaning—they were precisely that straw.
An illusory, weightless straw.
Yet it was enough to make someone throw caution to the wind.
After all, when people were in despair, what propriety, righteousness, integrity, or shame could not be cast aside?
The thoughts in Wu Dexing's mind lasted only an instant.
And reality was almost exactly as he had expected.
"You... are you telling the truth?"
Mu Feiyan's voice trembled. The disgust and hatred in her eyes were impossible to conceal, yet her gaze still involuntarily fell upon Pockmarked Face Cultivator.
Even though