I despise the Joyous Immortal Sect

Lin Tian naturally knew nothing of what was happening in the Joyous Immortal Sect.

He woke early in the morning.

Downstairs, new faces had already appeared on the street.

He looked down through the half-open lattice window beside his bed.

A stall selling plain noodle soup had already opened.

The vendor was boiling water.

Several children with straw clinging to their clothes huddled in a corner, sucking their fingers.

Willow Capital was a great city.

Yet it still bore the marks of poverty.

It was as though beneath the cracks in its magnificent bricks and tiles lay vast stretches of straw and silt that never saw the sun.

In his dreams last night, he had seen Xiaolian again.

She had been his predecessor's maid, and she was already dead.

Perhaps because of his predecessor's obsession, she had once again appeared in Lin Tian's mind.

"The Lin Lineage still needs to be dealt with."

He murmured to himself.

If he did not sever this karmic tie.

Perhaps his obsession with Xiaolian would keep haunting him.

At first, he had only wanted to bury Xiaolian.

Those people perched high above would not even spare him a little time.

Not killing them would truly do his sword a disservice.

Someone knocked on his door.

It was Ziwei.

Although Lin Tian and Ziwei had already laid their cards on the table with Su Nan.

They still claimed to be members of the Wenren Clan before others.

Lin Tian went by Wenren Zhen.

Ziwei went by Wenren Zi.

This building was a renowned restaurant in Willow Capital.

Last night, Lin Tian had sensed several extraordinary presences within it.

These people were probably all invited by Su Nan to help him compete for the position of clan head.

First, they bought a sheath for the Heavenly Sword out on the streets.

Lin Tian and Ziwei returned to the restaurant.

As soon as they reached the entrance, they saw Uncle Jian, who had fought him yesterday, looking around outside.

Upon seeing Lin Tian, Uncle Jian hurried forward with a welcoming smile:

"Young Master Wenren, Miss Wenren, you certainly made me search! Our eldest young master is receiving guests. Please follow me."

Compared to yesterday, Uncle Jian's attitude was much better today.

Perhaps it was because Lin Tian's final sword strike last night had nearly wounded him.

Uncle Jian could no longer look down on Lin Tian, a prodigy in the Mystic Pill Realm.

Lin Tian cast Uncle Jian an indifferent glance, then followed him with Ziwei.

Inside a private room.

The table was laden with delicacies.

Several figures sat around it, chatting merrily while probing one another a little.

Sitting upright in his wheelchair, Su Nan asked an old man behind him:

"Has Qi Liancheng from the Joyous Immortal Sect not arrived yet?"

"He invited me to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion yesterday. I returned at midnight, but he stayed there."

Li Xin, the swordsman with closed eyes, spoke without caring in the slightest about the others' gazes.

To him, women and the sword were equally important.

Su Nan frowned. The others wore varying expressions, some disdainful, others contemptuous.

"And what about the two from the Wenren Clan?"

Su Nan continued asking.

"They got up early this morning. Young Master Wenren Zhen said he wanted to buy a practical sheath for his sword. Steward Jian has already gone looking for them."

"The Wenren Clan? Could that be the Wenren Clan of the Capital?"

Someone spoke softly, instantly drawing everyone else's attention.

The speaker wore black armor. Behind him, a spear as tall as a man stood upright on the floor, exuding a murderous presence.

There was a hint of disdain in his voice.

Seeing the questioning looks the others cast his way, he said:

"The Capital's Wenren Clan is far too weak. I once fought the strongest member of their younger generation. With a single move, I severed both his legs."

Understanding dawned on the others as they listened.

Since even their strongest was only that good.

How strong could the remaining members of the Wenren Clan be?

At once, everyone lost interest in Lin Tian and Ziwei.

Only Su Nan remained silent.

"Young Master Su, you told us there were only ten spots in total. Isn't giving two of them to members of the Wenren Clan somewhat inappropriate?"

A woman spoke with a frown.

Su Nan was just about to answer when the door to the private room opened.

It was Lin Tian and Ziwei.

"Please take your seats."

Su Nan smiled.

Lin Tian nodded and sat in a corner with Ziwei.

"Please, help yourselves to some food. Once everyone is here, I have something to tell you all."

Su Nan spoke again, his tone very courteous.

"Allow me to introduce these two prodigies from the Wenren Clan, Wenren Zhen and Wenren Zi. It was Young Master Wenren who fought Uncle Jian above the Crimson River last night. Both are at the mystic core peak."

Everyone was taken aback when Su Nan finished speaking.

"So that was him. No wonder Young Master Su thinks so highly of him."

Someone said.

Having comprehended sword momentum, coupled with wielding lightning, made him quite formidable.

"Even so, his cultivation is only at mystic core. That's still somewhat lacking."

The armored man named Yu Xiu spoke.

Although Lin Tian's fight with Uncle Jian last night had been stunning.

A cultivation realm was still a cultivation realm.

Uncle Jian was at the void insight ninth layer, but he must have been holding back.

The disturbances caused by their fight last night had actually been nothing too extreme.

Who among those present was not a prodigy?

Both Lin Tian and Uncle Jian had stopped while they were ahead, so little could be gleaned.

Lin Tian swept an indifferent glance over everyone without speaking.

He sat down and began eating.

He truly began eating.

Lin Tian's table manners were not particularly untidy, but his hands did not slow in the slightest.

Now that his physique had grown stronger, his need for food would increase.

Moreover, the food on this table was of excellent quality and suited his tastes very well.

Everyone froze, then frowned at Lin Tian.

Su Nan, however, chuckled without minding.

"Brother Wenren, try this dish. It's one of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion's specialties."

Lin Tian nodded, picked up a chopstickful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

As for the others, although they felt some disdain, they said nothing.

Everyone who had come here was like the old drunkard whose sights were not truly set on the wine.

Although the food was good, it held little appeal for them.

Ziwei looked at everyone with an awkward smile, feeling rather embarrassed.

Then he hurriedly notified Lin Tian through his mask.

[Ziwei: Zhenwu, everyone's looking at us.]

Lin Tian ignored him.

"Brother Su, if you have something to say, just say it."

Someone looked at Su Nan and spoke with some impatience.

Su Nan faltered, somewhat hesitant.

Just then.

The private room's door opened, revealing a pale-faced man in pink robes that barely covered his body.

"Young Master Qi, you've finally arrived."

Su Nan addressed the newcomer with a wry smile.

The pink-robed man glanced at Su Nan and the others in the room with a half-smile.

His gaze shifted to the face of a delicate, beautiful woman in the room.

The woman instantly frowned and turned away with some disgust.

The pink-robed man did not mind. He then gave an awkward chuckle and said:

"I cultivated all night and was a little tired. Sorry I'm late."

Inside the private room, some smiled disdainfully, while others remained silent.

Qi Liancheng was not wrong to put it that way.

Everyone knew that the Joyous Immortal Sect cultivated through dual cultivation.

He greeted everyone, then introduced himself.

"I am Qi Liancheng, an inner disciple of the Joyous Immortal Sect, at the void insight third layer."

Everyone narrowed their eyes slightly, giving Qi Liancheng a wary glance.

Then Qi Liancheng looked for a seat.

Some of the women present cast hostile glances at him.

Qi Liancheng was not embarrassed. He looked toward the swordsman with closed eyes, who was sitting beside Lin Tian.

"Brother Li Xin, we certainly shared similar interests last night."

Li Xin frowned slightly and said indifferently:

"It's different. You lust after them; I appreciate them."

Qi Liancheng gave an awkward chuckle, but did not mind. He looked at Lin Tian and said:

"Could you give me your seat? I'd like to have a few words with Brother Li Xin."

The fluctuations of everyone else's presence were at void insight.

Only Lin Tian's and Ziwei's could not be discerned.

But Su Nan had said earlier that they were merely at mystic core.

Cultivators had exceptionally keen perception, so Qi Liancheng had naturally heard him.

A mystic core cultivator giving up his seat to a void insight cultivator was perfectly appropriate under the circumstances.

Lin Tian said nothing, merely eating quietly.

"Stay away from me. I despise the Joyous Immortal Sect."

He spoke indifferently without even raising his head.

Everyone looked over in surprise.

Lin Tian, a mere Mystic Pill Realm cultivator, actually dared to provoke Qi Liancheng.

Only now did some people give Lin Tian, whom they had been ignoring, a few more looks.

They had not expected Lin Tian to dare act so overbearingly toward Qi Liancheng.

Qi Liancheng instantly stiffened, then abruptly straightened up, staring at Lin Tian with ice in his eyes.

"You despise my Joyous Immortal Sect?"

Everyone at today's banquet had been invited by Su Nan.

They were all prodigies.

Although Qi Liancheng came from the ill-reputed Joyous Immortal Sect, he was also a prodigy renowned far and wide.

Someone had spoken ill of his sect right to his face.

How could he not be angry?