Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 1060 Shared Hatred and Confrontation

"A rogue cultivator? Sitting in a position like this?"

Fu Changting felt that this world was somewhat absurd, and said coldly:

"The Void Crow Palace is certainly unconventional this time, inviting any Tom, Dick, or Harry to take the seats of honor. What, do they think that my Taiyin Palace arrived late and is not worthy of sitting in the front row, so they just randomly picked some rogue cultivator to fill in and humiliate me?"

Before Fu Changting could finish speaking, a loud shout rang out first:

"Fellow Daoist Fu, please be careful with your words!"

Jian Yunyuan took a step forward. Although his robes were slightly disheveled and his long, loose hair added to his unruly demeanor, his clear eyes shone brightly. There was a hint of sword intent flowing between his brows. Although he did not unleash it, he had an unyielding and sharp demeanor.

"Xuanjing is my fellow Daoist!"

Jian Yunyuan stared directly at Fu Changting, his voice clear and steady, each word like a sword, forceful and resounding: "Today's seating arrangement is determined by the supernatural powers, cultivation, demeanor and style of all of you fellow Daoists. How can it be decided arbitrarily based solely on family background?"

He paused slightly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "We cultivators, who feed on the clouds and drink the dew, seek the Great Dao. We are judged by our cultivation level, by our supernatural powers, and by our character and temperament."

"If one only knows how to cling to the past and be proud of one's ancestors and ignores the true talents and learning of the world's heroes, how is he any different from a spoiled brat who sits in a well and relies solely on his ancestors' legacy?"

"Well said!" A resounding cheer followed immediately.

Yue Xingzhou suddenly stood up, his burly body towering like an iron tower, making no attempt to hide his contempt for Fu Changting:

"I, Yue, also come from humble origins, unlike Fellow Daoist Fu who was born into nobility. It was only by chance that I became a disciple of the Tianwu Sect. If we were to talk about family background, if I hadn't joined a sect, I wouldn't necessarily be much better off than ordinary rogue cultivators... Besides, what use is family background in combat and skill contests? Isn't it just a matter of who has the bigger fist who has the ability?"

"Brother Xuanjing's seat was given up by me, Yue! True skill is revealed in fists and feet. He defeated Fellow Daoist Jian, that's real ability! If you, Fu Changting, are not convinced, you are welcome to come down and have a match, and see if your Taiyin Demonic Art can withstand Brother Xuanjing's Daoist body!"

"Heh... Interesting."

On the other side, Yuan Jiqing, who had been observing coldly, crossed his arms and let out a cryptic sneer. The Silver-Maned Demon Ape bloodline was inherently unruly, and he had long disliked Fu Changting's sinister demeanor.

It glanced sideways at Fu Changting and said in a muffled voice, "Although I, Old Yuan, am a demon, I don't understand your human race's formalities and class distinctions. This Xuanjing Daoist is skilled enough and has a big enough fist. Even when I joined forces with that stinky mother dragon, we suffered a loss and were convinced of our defeat! With him sitting there, I have nothing to say."

Yuan Jiqing changed the subject, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "But you, Fu what-ting... you whine and whine, your heart is probably smaller than a pinhead! You just rely on being born into a good family and having a powerful backer to point fingers and look down on this and that..."

"Tsk tsk, you human prodigies, especially you demonic cultivators, are you all so narrow-minded and arrogant? On the contrary, we demons seem to understand the principles of magnanimity and generosity better!"

Yuan Jiqing couldn't stop talking about the difference between humans and demons. Seeing that a "low-quality human" had arrived, he naturally did his best to mock him, which only made Fu Changting's murderous intent grow stronger.

In an instant, disciples of the Sword Court, true disciples of the Heavenly Martial Hall, true disciples of the Ancestral Demon Hall... these top geniuses who could shake a region with a stomp of their feet on ordinary days, all spoke out in unison to support and help an unknown rogue cultivator, pointing their finger directly at Fu Changting!

Such a sight left not only Fu Changting himself speechless, but also the other prodigies watching in the hall, their hearts filled with astonishment.

Fu Changting's pale and gloomy face was now even more pale and bluish, as if it had been covered with a layer of frost.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, a strange light flickering within them, clearly indicating a mixture of shock, anger, and a hint of bewilderment.

Normally, given his dual identity as the Taiyin Demon Lord [Demon Child] and the true disciple of the Taiyin Palace, even if a true disciple of an ordinary Dao Lord's faction was dissatisfied, they would still need to maintain basic courtesy on the surface and would not dare to speak so directly and contradict him, let alone attack him like this!

The scene before him was completely beyond his expectations.

Why would these proud and arrogant individuals, who are usually so competitive among themselves, so unanimously humiliate a rogue cultivator?

Could it be... that this Xuanjing Daoist truly has some earth-shattering background or has displayed terrifying strength enough to subdue these proud individuals, which is why they are willing to stand up for him?

Who exactly is this person?

Seeing that her brother's momentum had weakened, the graceful Fu Qianxue moved lightly to stand in front of Fu Changting, a smile playing on her lips:

"It is rare to see the geniuses of Sword Court, Heavenly Martial Hall, and Ancestral Demon Hall united in such a common hatred today. It seems that this Fellow Daoist Xuanjing has truly amazing skills, which have won the hearts of all the geniuses... If my brother has offended you in any way, Qianxue apologizes to you in advance."

Jing Yu glanced at Fu Qianxue, feeling that this woman was a hundred times more dangerous than her brother Fu Changting. Upon hearing this, she simply smiled.

"I am indeed of humble origin and not worthy of the attention of the Taiyin lineage. It is only thanks to the help of my friends that I have a place at this banquet of prodigies."

"Fellow Daoist Fu looks weak and listless, but he's quite angry inside."

"You stinking old Taoist priest, who are you calling weak and listless!" Fu Changting narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

Jing Yu shook his head: "Fellow Daoist Fu, you come from a noble family and possess the Taiyin True Meaning. You have everything you could ever want in this life. Why bother arguing with a rogue cultivator like me? What kind of hero would you be acting like?"

"what?!"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Fu Changting suddenly flew into a rage, veins bulging on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth, saying:

"What did you say?!"

Everyone was somewhat bewildered, wondering what Jing Yu's words had so thoroughly enraged Fu Changting. Just as everyone was scratching their heads, a simple and honest voice suddenly rang out:

"Alas, none of you know why Brother Fu is angry? It's because of the words 'hero' and 'good man'."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Guo Tingshu, who was wearing a tattered felt hat and always seemed a bit out of place, scratching his head with a simple expression that said, "Isn't it obvious?"

He seemed oblivious to Fu Changting's suddenly chilling, piercing gaze, and unconcerned about Fu Qianxue's slightly furrowed brows, continuing to speak to himself:

"Fellow Daoist Fu was born with a strong affinity for Taiyin, or rather... he was deeply imprinted with Taiyin. Taiyin is prominent in his body, and his Yin energy is frighteningly heavy, yet he is born a man."