Qin Shujian rarely paid attention to these wandering martial heroes.
Very rarely.
The difference in their status was simply too great.
One was a mighty Manifestation Realm cultivator who could live for a thousand years; the other was an ordinary martial artist who had not even reached the entering martial sixth layer.
With a wave of his hand,
he could kill them by the dozen.
The two sides were not on the same level at all.
That said,
these wandering martial heroes were no fewer in number than the cultivators of the Cultivation World.
After all—
cultivation required talent.
Not everyone could reach the peak of blood and qi, nor did everyone have the opportunity to enter the True Martial Realm, let alone higher realms.
Far more people
were lucky enough to reach the first or second layer of martial entry, only to spend the rest of their lives without making the slightest progress.
These people had no hope of advancing in cultivation.
Nor were they willing to waste their remaining years on something so elusive.
And so,
they would leave the Cultivation World behind altogether and become martial experts in the ordinary world, doing what they considered heroic deeds or whatever served their own interests.
After surveying the main hall, Qin Shujian did not linger. He decided to go out and take a look around.
Just then,
the attendant from earlier approached again and asked politely, "Would you like something to eat, sir?"
"Not for now. I'd like to take a walk on my own."
"Take care, sir."
At that, the attendant tactfully stepped aside.
With the eye he had developed over years of dealing with people, he could tell that the man before him was anything but ordinary.
He had to be someone of distinction or wealth.
If