Brother Tiger felt he had been duped again, but he had yet to work out exactly how.
Ren Ye completely ignored the Little Marquis's attacks and declared with feeling, "Comrades! Sometimes we need to look deep into our hearts... and seriously ask ourselves: what are brothers? What are friends who share life and death?! Across the universe's Star Gates and countless secret realms... what stays with you until the end might not be a supreme treasure of the Great Dao, or even your own blood relatives, but those familiar, lovable faces around you... with them, you have what it takes to withstand every trial of the Heavenly Dao; with them, you can sleep without a worry when you're exhausted in body and mind, because behind you, someone will always be protecting that warmth and peace...!"
"I advise you to stop talking." The Little Marquis squawked like a crowing rooster. "My feather arrows specialize in killing fake saints...!"
Ren Ye did not even look at him. Gazing affectionately at everyone, he waved his hoof excitedly and roared, "What can these so-called opportunities of the Heavenly Dao possibly amount to compared with dear friends like you? Would obtaining the Fortunate Destiny Dao Mansion send me soaring to the heavens? Would I be nothing without it?"
"Bullshit! If I truly am a heaven-gifted genius with an invincible heart, then even without fortunate destiny, I can still become the most dazzling bull in this Myriad Spirits Garden Secret Realm. As for those who rely entirely on their ancestors' resources and protection... people with demigod bodies, for example, or some mongrel-feathered rooster-even if they throw enormous amounts of Star Source at whatever they want, so what? Does that prove their talent is extraordinary?"
"Laughable! Absolutely laughable!"
"...!" Rooster was so furious that he flapped three