Chronicles of the Cultivating God
Chapter 1613

Heart Demon, Variables

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Zhen Weisheng sneered. "Naturally, we did not know. But lately, among the Qi Refining disciples, his reputation has been exceptionally good—exceptionally famous!"

"A Qi Cultivation disciple... what was there to make him famous for? Just because he attended the Feathered Immortal Convention?" Zhen Meng chuckled. He had never heard of a Qi Cultivation disciple becoming famous merely by attending the Feathered Immortal Convention, even if someone had once taken first place!

"Let Junior Brother tell you about it!" Zhen Weisheng said, glancing at the dozen or so other disciples, who were equally astonished.

Zhen Qikui sneered. "What is there to say? He merely got lucky and stole Little Brother's qualification to attend the Feathered Immortal Convention! A disciple of Myriad Thunder Valley actually dared stroke the tiger's whiskers of our Yan Lei Ridge!"

"That bastard actually stole a qualification belonging to our Yan Lei Ridge?" One disciple sneered. "Back then, Xiangyang had already swept away our Yan Lei Ridge's face. Now another Xiao Hua has appeared! Hehe, if our Yan Lei Ridge does not make some response, the other brothers may think we fear Myriad Thunder Valley!"

"Eleventh Brother!" Zhen Weisheng rebuked him solemnly. "Xiao Hua is in the limelight right now, and quite a few Foundation Establishment senior brothers are watching him. Moreover, I heard that Martial Uncle Gen Qing has an excellent impression of him. If we make any move, I fear we will stir up trouble!"

"Martial Uncle Gen Qing belongs to Gen Lei Palace. How could he interfere in the internal affairs of our Zhen Thunder Palace?" Eleventh Brother argued stubbornly.

Yet Zhen Qikui sneered. "What excellent impression? Was that not all the result of Xiao Hua's fake benevolence and false righteousness? Little Brother investigated it. According to Wang Yunxiao, that fellow offended the Changbai Sect

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