67: Chapter 67 Sect Leader Zhenxiazi

All the Cultivators in the Daoist temple looked at the impossibly handsome youth on the podium, and a single thought arose in unison:

"He looks stunning, but it's a pity his brain isn't quite right!"

Facing the countless scornful gazes from across the room, Su Yi looked down at the brush on the podium, then carelessly turned around and left his name on the white paper on the wall behind him: "Su Yi!"

Su Yi wrote his name in one go, the characters ugly yet flowing effortlessly.

But Su Yi was very satisfied; as a modern person, being able to write his own name with a brush was already quite an achievement.

Hundreds of Cultivators opposite him stared in shock at the crooked characters on the paper.

Setting aside how shockingly ugly the writing was, how could this kid be so bold?

To actually dare to write his own name on the white paper where the Sect Leader would be giving a lecture later?

Su Yi turned to look at the shocked crowd, thinking everyone had been conquered by his roguish charisma.

As expected, novels never lie to me; I, too, possess an imposing aura!

Su Yi naturally cast his gaze toward the back row; by habit, the back row is where the top experts gather.

In school, the back row of a classroom represents the true nature of the class.

You must remember, there might be good students in the back row, but troublemakers would never sit in the front row, unless they had already sat next to the podium, becoming the class's left and right Protectors.

Sure enough, when dozens of provocative gazes met Su Yi's, he confirmed the look—he had met the right people.

Because of Su Yi's entrance, everyone in the back row was glaring at him fiercely.

There was mockery, sarcasm, disdain, anger, and also Gu Wanquan...

Eh? Gu Wanquan? What the f*ck?

Su Yi looked at Gu Wanquan, who was currently sitting in the back row and looking at him with a gentle expression, his brain unable to process it for a moment.

No, buddy, what happened to our agreement to dominate the periphery of the Inner Sect together?

We were both on the podium, so what's going on with you sitting down there? Did you defect so quickly?

Just as Su Yi was about to speak, the entire Daoist temple was suddenly shrouded in immortal mist, and the sound of cranes and immortal music rang out.

Seeing this scene, Li Yunxiao immediately walked up to Su Yi and whispered: "Senior Brother Su, let's go down first, the Sect Leader is here!"

"Sect Leader? What Sect Leader?" Su Yi was bewildered for a moment, then his peach-blossom eyes widened.

"You didn't know? The Sect Leader is here to give a routine lecture for this class!" Li Yunxiao asked back in confusion.

Damn it, the Sect Leader is giving this lecture?

Su Yi's face paled, and just as he wanted to take a step, he heard a majestic voice ring out from the entrance: "What are you all doing standing there? Don't move!"

The lackeys behind him scrambled down from the podium, leaving only Su Yi standing there alone.

The underlings who had run off the podium looked up at Su Yi, who was frozen in place, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Brother Su is worthy of being the Sect Leader's designated Personal Disciple; he doesn't even run from this!"

"Well, what else? When Brother Su was writing his name on the rice paper just now, I was almost scared to death!"

"I'm definitely holding onto Brother Su's thigh!"

Su Yi watched Li Yunxiao and the others who had already run to the back row, wanting to cry but having no tears, mentally cursing this group of disloyal bastards: "Damn it, didn't he say not to move? No one told me I could run!"

Recently, Sect Leader Zhenxiazi had been in a very bad mood. How bad? You only need to look at the bruised and swollen faces of the Peak Elders to imagine Sect Leader Zhenxiazi's mood.

The Disciple he originally intended to take as a Personal Disciple had been blocked at every turn by a group of ruffians whose strength was not as high as his own.

He wanted that good child to perform well in the Outer Sect Competition and win the title of Outer Sect Chief. As the Sect Leader, he would naturally be able to take him as a Personal Disciple in a justifiable manner.

Who would have thought that a brat with too much water would suddenly appear and unexpectedly eliminate his good child in an upset.

Fortunately, the occasional failure did not crush the Personal Disciple he had identified, who had actually worked hard and reached Foundation Establishment in such a short time. Good child, what a good child!

Upon learning that Gu Wanquan had entered the Inner Sect, Sect Leader Zhenxiazi couldn't wait to hold the morning meeting to meet and chat with his future Personal Disciple.

But just as he reached the door, he heard Su Yi's vigorous shouting inside the Daoist temple. What Daoist temple are you protecting? Damn it, the entire Luoxia Immortal Sect is protected by yours truly! You dare to act tough on my turf!

Suppressing his anger, Sect Leader Zhenxiazi felt that as a Body Integration Stage great Cultivator and Sect Leader, he should have some magnanimity.

Pushing the door open and seeing Su Yi stepping on his podium, Sect Leader Zhenxiazi still thought about letting them get down quickly, out of sight and out of mind.

Unexpectedly, that kid in the white clothes and black pants was still standing there, not taking him seriously at all! How hateful!

He was already annoyed by handsome people, and this one dared to challenge him in public? Today, I will let this kid know how cold the mountain wind of Luoxia Peak is!

Sect Leader Zhenxiazi walked toward Su Yi step by step, with Laws circulating around his body and Dao charm manifesting. A massive pressure, like a mountain-toppling tsunami, radiated from Sect Leader Zhenxiazi toward Su Yi.

Every step was slow, but with every step, the pressure slammed into the surroundings like ocean waves.

Everyone in the Daoist temple felt as if they were a small boat in the waves, at the mercy of the waves, unable to move, and could only struggle to support themselves under wave after wave of pressure!

The Body Integration Stage is already close to the Perfection of one's own Dao; even in the era of the two Emperors vying for supremacy, they would be a major boss. Every word and action aligns with the will of heaven, borrowing the heaven and earth as pressure, treated as the Law!

It was far from what the Cultivators in the Daoist temple, whose highest Rank was only Foundation Establishment third layer, could resist. There was only one exception, and that was Su Yi!

Su Yi, who possessed the player attribute template, did not feel that overwhelming pressure at all!

Although "immortal path" was a cultivation game, a game was a game after all. Modern times emphasize equality for all, and playing games is for one's own enjoyment.

If you play a game and run into a high-Rank Cultivator, and the opponent unleashes their pressure, you'd want to kneel before them. Who would still play this shitty game? I play games for fun, not to be a dog for others!

Of course, Su Yi stated that being the Empress's lackey doesn't count as being a dog!

Therefore, the game naturally had player protection settings, which could ignore the pressure suppression directly formed by high-Rank players against low-Rank players. This player protection was naturally inherited by Su Yi, who had undergone Transmigration.

It was precisely because of this that Su Yi, who had dual attributes of NPC and player, was judged by the system to treat all Cultivators in this world as players. Therefore, under the protection of this player protection mechanism, Su Yi was directly judged to be unaffected by any pressure in this world.

The entire Daoist temple was under the pressure of Sect Leader Zhenxiazi; everyone felt it difficult to breathe, and even moving a finger became a luxury.

Only Su Yi, standing on the podium, looked with a bewildered face at Sect Leader Zhenxiazi, who was walking toward him with a square gait and moving slowly, and felt somewhat puzzled in his heart: "Is this Sect Leader's legs not good? It's only a dozen steps, and he's been walking for almost two minutes!"