His words rang out with the weight of metal striking stone. The purple-robed man seemed supremely confident and composed.
Both female cultivators smiled without speaking. Only the young cultivator's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, as though he were pondering something.
Though we belong to the same clan, Ninth Brother's branch is illustrious, and his ties with the Clan Leader are very close. I fall far short of him... perhaps he has some formidable means on him that can withstand the Talisman in Chen Heng's hands?
As this thought passed through his mind, a veiled trace of envy involuntarily surfaced in his eyes.
At the same time, his intention to place himself under Xiao Xiujing's command
grew firmer still!
Although the Buddhists of the West spoke of equality among all beings in the six paths, some of their sages and Venerables still divided the levels of innate spiritual capacity and enlightenment into clearly defined ranks.
From the moment anything in this world was born,
it could not escape distinctions of high and low, noble and base.
The Twelve Great Clans were naturally no exception.
However abundant their cultivation resources might be, there was ultimately a finite amount.
More for you meant less for me; the rain and dew could hardly nourish everyone equally.
Moreover, as their numbers swelled, distinctions between legitimate and secondary lines, the order of seniority, and old grudges inherited from predecessors naturally arose. The clandestine scheming within the great clans was no less prevalent than in the sects, and in certain respects, it was even worse.
The young cultivator had originally possessed unremarkable aptitude and little backing. He had often suffered bullying within the clan, and his allotted cultivation resources had been withheld or reduced far more than a mere two or three times.
Back then, the purple-robed man