Lěng Yè stepped into the living quarters of the outer-disciple, a pang of emotion stirring in his heart as he contemplated Qīn Zhāo's predicament. Despite being in the Golden Core Realm—a level of cultivation that would command respect as a backbone of strength anywhere else—Qīn Zhāo was as humble as dust within the Yáotái Immortal Sect. Reflected behind this reality was the deeply rooted decay and cold indifference within the immortal sect itself.
The Yáotái Immortal Sect possessed countless resources and a comprehensive system of cultivation techniques; nurturing cultivators was effortless for them. Precisely because of this, the selection criteria for unregistered disciples were no longer limited to mere talent, placing far greater weight on background and personal connections. In other words, unless one's talent was so monstrous as to shock the entire immortal sect, even a Golden Core cultivator could only endure humiliation within the outer sect while waiting for an opportunity.
Lěng Yè shook his head slightly, knowing in his heart that this was merely an insignificant hidden flaw within the sect. To the higher-ups of the immortal sect, outer-disciple were nothing more than gears in a massive machine, utterly worthless. Yet once these accumulated contradictions erupted, the very foundation of the entire immortal sect would collapse with a crash. This was precisely the outcome Lěng Yè anticipated.
Chapter 1367