Just then—
Ning Wuping, surrounded by a crowd of young masters, noticed Chen Qiu and the others standing among the crowd. He immediately sneered, waved a hand, and led this pack of fair-weather friends from his circle toward Chen Qiu.
He stopped in front of Chen Qiu.
Deliberately using spiritual energy to project his voice so everyone could hear, he mocked, "Oh? Isn't this Chen Qiu, who just obtained the Dharma Cultivator Inheritance?"
"What?"
"Still unwilling to accept it? Did you come to see whether you might have a chance to obtain the supreme treasure my grandfather forged for his Golden Core breakthrough?"
"If you had the time for this, what were you doing earlier? Why didn't you bid then? Couldn't afford it?"
"Didn't you say artifact cultivators were all trash? Why aren't you talking now? Keep talking."
"..."
Chen Qiu still said nothing. He merely glanced at Ning Wuping. He had a virtue: he never wasted words on the dead. They were merely wraiths who would cool him off later. Talking was pointless.
The artifact cultivators present also frowned and began discussing Chen Qiu.
"Did Chen Qiu really say that?"
"He definitely did. Otherwise, he would have denied it. But look—Elder Ning and Young Master Ning said it twice right to his face, and he didn't react at all. Doesn't that mean he has no confidence to refute it?"
"Heh, he just obtained the Dharma Cultivator Inheritance. A little arrogance is normal."
For a time—
The looks many people gave Chen Qiu gradually gained a trace of contempt and disdain.
If they had been alone with Chen Qiu, they certainly would not have dared show such expressions. After all, he was a Sky Prodigy who had obtained the Dharma Cultivator Inheritance; his methods were surely stronger than theirs. But