"Thank you, Senior Brother, for showing me the way."
Wen Xu watched the man leave. His goodwill ended there; he could squeeze out no more than that. What he had not expected was that Xue Qingmu would be so decisive. Less than two days later, he heard the news that Xue, the junior disciple of the Blissful Union Sect, was going to enter Bitter Crossing Temple.
This time, it was no farce, but a certainty set in stone.
That was more like it, more like it. No wonder this Five Sects Assembly at Bitter Crossing Temple had seemed to be missing something—it had lacked the part where they poached disciples back and forth with the Blissful Union Sect. Now that the news had spread, everyone finally felt the satisfaction of a perfect ending.
Thanks to Bushi, Wen Xu and the other two also got prime seats for the spectacle.
Generally speaking, the Cultivation Realm placed great importance on lineage. Barring unforeseen circumstances, a person could only acknowledge one master in a lifetime. If they betrayed their sect and forsook their master, they would most likely be reviled by the world. But Buddhist Cultivators were rarely bound by such restrictions. The "mutual exchange of what each lacked" between Bitter Crossing Temple and the Blissful Union Sect was common knowledge throughout the Cultivation Realm.
After all, the elders of the two sects themselves had no objections. What objections could anyone else possibly have? Besides, cultivating Buddhism was exceptionally difficult. Those with talent could achieve twice the result with half the effort, while those lacking talent could cut their losses in time and turn to another path. It was truly the most ordinary thing in the world.
Still, a mere Qi Refining disciple changing sects naturally did not draw many spectators.
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