Hearing that Perfected One Nagiko wanted River City's local talents to wager against them in comprehending supernatural powers, Huang Qiuzi and Chen Xuanchao both smiled faintly, exchanged a glance, and curled their lips, their gazes particularly subtle.
Their eyes seemed to say... then let's play along with them.
True disciples of the Five Great Immortal Sects might just barely have been able to compete with independent cultivators from a cultivation desert like River City in other things.
For instance, cultivation realm. That fellow called Yue Wen was in the late Astral Realm just like them. Although their different cultivation methods meant the quality of their cultivation was worlds apart, their realms were at least comparable. Or perhaps physique-if they specifically practiced methods that strengthened the body, their physical strength might approach theirs at this stage. The same went for the divine soul. After all, these were all things that could be trained individually.
But now you wanted to compete with us in comprehension?
That was the least comparable thing of all, because aptitude for cultivation actually meant comprehension and innate constitution. Of the two, the internal quality of comprehension was even more important. It was what the great Immortal Sects valued most when accepting disciples.
If your comprehension was better than mine, wouldn't you have been the one to join the Five Great Immortal Sects?
Were you an independent cultivator here because you loved freedom?
Hah.
The two Taiji Eight Desolations Sect disciples shrugged and smiled, sitting down very casually on the meditation cushions that had just been brought in. They were ready to give these local independent cultivators a real eye-opener-a guan dao poking the buttocks.
Beside them, however, Hu Yunting wore a serious expression. He gave Yue Wen a very earnest look, then focused his mind and held