Times Create Heroes

As the ancients said: "Times create heroes!"

Every hero in this world had, by some fortunate coincidence, seized the advantage of riding the current and followed its course, stepping ahead of the crowd, revealing their brilliance, and achieving towering feats.

Heroes were also adept at exploiting the tides of the times, making use of everything favorable to themselves. Like fire borrowing the wind's force and wind borrowing fire's might, the two complemented each other.

Zhang Xiaohu naturally had such desires as well. When he had first entered the Misty Sect, others had criticized him, and he had wanted to accomplish something to prove that he was indeed better than others and worthy of the status of a direct disciple. Yet his starting point had been far too low. He had failed to make progress in martial arts and had always lagged behind the other disciples. Then the Misty Sect had been destroyed, and he had followed them to Shixin Peak, making his identity as a direct disciple even more awkward. The elders of the Misty Sect should have been his backing, but now all of their martial arts had been crippled. To put it bluntly, they were merely lingering on in a wretched existence, pawns the Incense-Passing Cult used to stabilize the Misty Sect disciples. Zhang Xiaohu had instantly become duckweed without roots. Moreover, Zhong Pei, the Incense-Passing Cult's representative in Misty Hall, had set up Zhao Jian as a benchmark to deal with the Misty Sect's direct disciples. Zhang Xiaohu had always been pressed beneath Zhao Jian's head.

The current situation was this: first, the Incense-Passing Cult had changed its former strategy and wanted to support him, a direct disciple who appeared not to have deep feelings for the Misty Sect. Second, with the support of Zhang Xiaohua's pills,