A cultivator muttered softly, "A Nascent Soul cultivator working for someone else? That wouldn't sound very good if word got out!"
The cultivators present had all previously cultivated in remote starfields far from the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land.
Though eight or nine out of ten were Rogue Cultivators, resources were scarce in such desolate places. Even as Rogue Cultivators, those who had reached Golden Core or Nascent Soul cultivation had a place of their own in their native lands and were revered by countless cultivators.
They had long been used to living in comfort and being treated with respect. Having their roles suddenly changed, they naturally felt instinctively uncomfortable.
Hearing this, Nangong Yi's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her gaze sharpened at once before she continued.
"What? Others can do this, but we cannot?"
"We have only just arrived here. Is finding a way to survive not more important than anything else?"
"As long as one lives, everything must be relied upon oneself. Surely you do not expect others to help you forever?"
"You should all be well aware of the Cultivation World's deception and dangers. Cultivators as kind-hearted as that senior at the auction are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns—few and far between."
Nangong Yi spoke repeatedly, her tone carrying a hint of rebuke.
Once she finished speaking, nearly all several dozen cultivators around her lowered their heads in shame.
"Friend Nangong is right. Our first step now should be finding a way to establish ourselves in Bai Zhang Market."
"As for what we do, so long as it does not go against our hearts, what is wrong with it? I do not know about the others, but back when I was at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages, I was also a Rogue Cultivator.