Meanwhile, the students of Southern Li Holy Heaven, who were getting further and further away from the center of the conflict, couldn't help but look back frequently. Finally, after turning a corner, they couldn't hold back and asked a question.
"Senior brother... why should we apologize to the people of the Primordial Holy Heaven?"
His tone was filled with incomprehension and deep doubt.
More than anything, it was contempt for the people of the Primordial Holy Heaven, and the humiliation of themselves bowing down to such trash.
"That Shentu Feng!" Zhou Xu grew angrier as he spoke. "He's just a newly Thearch Realm Third Layer, no match for you, Senior Brother. With your strength, you could easily suppress him. Why should we apologize to him? Apologizing to those trash makes Southern Li lose all face!"
If anyone else spoke to Xing Yunxiao like that, Xing Yunxiao wouldn't even bother to listen and would simply draw his sword to teach them a lesson.
When did it become anyone else's place to criticize his actions?
But Zhou Xu is different.
The two were students under the same holy master. He entered the Southern Li Holy Heaven at almost the same time as Zhou Xu. Zhou Xu was a bit arrogant, but he was still very Qi Ingestion of geniuses and true powerhouses.
Especially when Xing Yunxiao comprehended the inheritance and devoted himself to seclusion, Zhou Xu took care of all the big and small matters in his cave abode.
Zhou Xu also helped him collect and deliver his monthly allowance and pills...
He was essentially Xing Yunxiao's junior brother.
Therefore, Xing Yunxiao merely glanced at Zhou Xu, who was filled with resentment, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"Ha... you think I'm afraid of Shentu Feng?"
"When did I, Xing Yunxiao, become such a coward!?"
Zhou Xu believed this.
That's what he thought too.
Throughout the entire Southern Li Holy Heaven, Xing Yunxiao was the person he admired most. Even the leader of the Ten Saints of Southern Li could not compare to Xing Yunxiao's position in his heart. He had watched Xing Yunxiao get to where he was now step by step and knew just how strong Xing Yunxiao was.
That's why he was so unusually angry.
Firstly, he felt he had lost face; secondly, he hated himself for causing trouble and making Xing Yunxiao lose face.
But... Xing Yunxiao himself said he wasn't afraid of Shentu Feng at all, so why did he...?
"Then why did you..., Senior Brother..." Zhou Xu asked unwillingly.
However, Xing Yunxiao was not prepared to say much about Qu Youmeng.
His eyes darkened, the image of the sword from that day flashing through them as if he could still see it. His heart tightened slightly, and he spoke in a cold voice.
"There's no why, and you don't need to know. Just remember that the Primordial Holy Heaven is different from what we see; it's definitely not a gathering place for useless people."
" Zhou Xu, remember my words perfectly. In the future, if you encounter anyone from the Primordial Holy Heaven, no matter who they are, stay far away. Don't call them trash. Some people... we can't afford to mess with."
"And the rest of you, it's the same!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xu's eyes were filled with shock and deep doubt.
But looking at Xing Yunxiao's cold, hard profile, he knew he definitely wouldn't get anything out of him.
Although he was arrogant, conceited, and bullied others, there was one thing he always did very well, which is why he has been able to live peacefully to this day.
That means listening to Xing Yunxiao!
So, despite his doubts, Zhou Xu forced down his thoughts and gritted his teeth, saying, "Yes, Senior Brother Xing."
The others looked at each other, their eyes reflecting a mixture of belief and uncertainty.
However, due to Xing Yunxiao's imposing presence, none of them said anything.
Xing Yunxiao's gaze swept over these people, clearly seeing their surprise and uncertainty. He also knew very well that some of them were definitely not Qi Ingestion and would not listen to him at all.
But he was too lazy to say more.
There's a saying that goes something like that.
You can't reason with a damned devil.
He has said everything he needed to say.
He has done everything in his power to be benevolent and righteous.
Other...
It all depends on luck!
Meanwhile, in Holy Heaven City, in an ancient street formed by cultivators who had spontaneously gathered, Lin Xuan strolled leisurely and easily through the streets.
Compared to the chaos around his disciples, things were much more relaxed here.
This was his first time visiting Holy Heaven City, and everything he saw was new and exciting.
Originally, he wanted to come out with the Vast Sea Saint King, so the two of them could go shopping together.
However, Lin Xuan misjudged the mindset of the Vast Sea Saint King.
After much hesitation, the old man decided not to force himself and helplessly told Lin Xuan that he had no interest in shopping at all and would rather cultivate.
Qu Youmeng and Wang Yan wanted to accompany him.
But Lin Xuan also knew that their desire to stay with him stemmed from their respect and love for him as their master.
With the Ten Institutes Grand Competition just around the corner, these next few days are a good time for the disciples to cultivate or take the opportunity to learn more about the other Holy Heaven.
Although he wasn't very old, only Thirty.
But he was, after all, his master.
It would be inconvenient for my disciples to be with me.
Therefore, in the end, only Lin Xuan came out alone.
He was happy to relax and unwind.
The antique street he has arrived at is no ordinary street. It is said that it is a street supervised, inspected, and permitted by the Holy Heaven Association for cultivators from all sides to sell their wares.
Countless stalls sell many antiques and old items dating back tens of thousands of years.
Many people have found great things here.
Of course, most of them were also broken, rotten waste.
Most of the cultivators walking among them were at the Venerable Realm or so, and some even had lower cultivation levels.
A cultivator of Lin Xuan's level could almost immediately discern the quality of these ancient artifacts. Of course, many of them, even if they were truly valuable, would not be of much use to him.
Therefore, Lin Xuan did not attempt to take it; he simply took a look, treating it as a way to relax.
Walking from the street to the middle, in just a short distance, Lin Xuan looked at dozens of stalls and saw several nice little trinkets.
Such as various ancient books, incomplete Cultivation Method from ten thousand years ago, ancient records and legends...
But most of them are just waste.
Many cultivators of lower cultivation levels stood hesitantly in front of the stall, pondering whether to make a move and gamble on their luck.
Some cultivators, their faces filled with ecstasy, clutched what they carried and quickly fled the area.
The myriad aspects of human life.
That's all there is to it.
Looking at all this, Lin Xuan felt increasingly relaxed, a slight smile playing on his lips. Concealing his cultivation level, he strolled among the various cultivators.
At that very moment, at the other end of the street, a girl in white walked beside a Cang Xuan Saint Master, listening to the chatter of the students behind her. Her expression carried a hint of helplessness, but more than anything, it was gentle.
Beside her, a girl a head shorter than her clung to her arm, chirping merrily like a lark.
"Senior Sister Fufeng, tell me, tell me, tell me, which Holy Heaven will win first place in this competition?"