"That’s right, ranking is everything. As long as we get first place, our Ancestor will give us whatever we want. We’ll be able to do anything we want in the future, and no one will dare to control us."
"In the Cultivation World, power is paramount."
"A genius, a genius, as long as you’re talented enough, whatever you do is right."
"If I can get first place, even if I break into the Taoist Court and kill a Supervisor, the Ancestor would probably cover for me."
"Bullshit, I don’t believe it."
"I’ll kill someone and show you, just bet on whether the Ancestor will protect me. If I get protected, you’ll let me play with your betrothed Dao partner for a night."
"Screw you."
"You don’t believe me?"
"It’s not that I don’t believe the Ancestor will protect you; I don’t believe you can get first place. With your skills, you think you deserve to be first in Debating Sword?"
"You spineless wimp dare to say that about me. I may not match Mr. Shu, but I’m better than you. By the way, do you agree or not... that betrothed Dao partner of yours is from the Ming family, right? I’ve wanted her for a long time..."
"Get lost, I don’t even dare touch her."
"It’s just a game, what are you afraid of..."
...
These noble family’s sons are speaking more and more absurdly.
But the two Golden Core cultivators nearby remained silent, even the Elder Feathered Immortal acted like he saw nothing and heard nothing.
For a job like theirs, the most important thing is to neither listen nor speak. That way, they won’t make mistakes.
These noble infants in front of them were truly "little ancestors," and were not to be offended at all.
If they truly offended them and made them hold a grudge, they could go to their parents, elders, or even the Ancestor to lodge a complaint.
Even if they themselves are Golden Core or Feather Transformation cultivators, they can’t afford the consequences.
This is the power of authority.
And this power is based on the enormous strength of these noble families.
A few noble family’s sons quarreled for a while, when suddenly someone asked:
"Mr. Shu, why are we going to Solitary Mountain City? Isn’t that taking a big detour? I’m worried we won’t make it to the family’s ancestor worship."
Shen Linsu didn’t answer.
Someone said, "The gentleman instructed us. Just do as he says. Why do you talk so much?"
"You..."
Shen Linsu ignored their quarrel.
He looked out at the dark night outside the window, with thoughts unknown, and after a moment, that familiar feeling came again, and Shen Linsu involuntarily thought of Mo Hua.
He remembered Mo Hua’s bright eyes and his pure, indifferent face.
"Was it really my first time meeting him? Why does he feel so familiar? Even..."
Feel wary?
Do I feel wary?
Shen Linsu’s gaze turned slightly cold, murmuring in his heart:
"This Mo Hua... who exactly is he?"
...
Taixu Gate.
After returning to the Sect, Mo Hua temporarily settled down.
In the following days, he took time to investigate this "Shen Linsu," but he didn’t gather much information. He vaguely learned that even among noble families, they are truly "high-door children," completely different from ordinary Disciples, especially someone like Mo Hua.
Mo Hua sighed.
Cultivation barriers, the monopoly of inheritance, the isolation of bloodline...
The more he looked into these channels and layers of barriers, the deeper and higher they appeared.
Of course, Mo Hua just sighed; there’s nothing he can do about it.
Afterwards, he continued to diligently attend cultivation classes.
The new year of Sect life began, and everything soon settled into routine.
This was Mo Hua’s eighth year at Taixu Gate, and it was also the penultimate year of the Sect’s nine-year cultivation.
Next year, it would be the Debating Dao Conference.
In the Qianxue state boundary, a Disciple can only participate in the Debating Dao Conference once in a lifetime. Therefore, the opportunity to debate the Dao is extremely precious.
The one last Debating Dao Conference that Mo Hua attended was an exception, courtesy of backdoor access.
By rights, next year’s Debating Dao Conference is his rightful turn.
And for the Debating Dao Conference of his generation, in the blink of an eye, it’s just over a year away.