Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Most of the disciples were dressed in black robes, and only a few wore white robes. Everyone looked powerful and aggressive. Apparently, they had been forged in the sea of blood and had improved their power through life and death experience.

Regardless of whether it was an outer disciple in a white robe or an inner disciple in a black robe, when they saw Zen, astonishment flashed in their eyes.

What surprised them was not that there was anything special about Zen, but that he was only at the marrow refining level. His cultivation level was too low for this task.

The mission of shielding against the insect aggression was not easy. For starters, blade locusts attacked in large numbers. If that wasn't daunting enough, each locust was extremely strong. What was scarier was that they didn't fear death. Even in the face of several strong men, many desperate blade locusts would dash ahead and lay siege on their enemies regardless of their safety.

Even a cultivator who was a half-step into the nature level was likely to be killed by the blade locusts if he didn't pay attention to their siege.

So the minimum eligibility for accepting this task was that the disciple be a half-step cultivator into the nature level.

But now a person at the marrow refining level had been accepted for the task. It was thus, normal for them to have such a strange reaction.

Zen ignored the astonished look on these people. He found a corner on the Bluesky Parking Ground, sat down, and closed his eyes.

Opposite Zen stood four or five inner disciples. As they whispered among each other, they shot several glances at Zen.

Their voices were neither too loud nor too low. It was just at the right level for Zen to hear clearly. Apparently, they were speaking at that level on purpose.

"Since when can a cultivator at the marrow refining level accept such a dangerous mission?"

is folly to assume that some people

I'm going

The tall, strong man strolled up to Zen,

opened his eyes, stared at the strong man, and said, "Is there a

out a queer laugh. "You're just at the marrow refining level. Considering

Zen answered simply. Then he closed his

did not seem to have any effect. He took a closer look at Zen and saw the token on his waist. He stretched forth his

of his body to position himself behind the strong man agilely. Before the disciple could blink, Zen had grabbed him by his neck and pressed the broken flying knife against his neck.

anything in the world. The strong man shivered as the cold from the flying knife's blade spread

the unremarkable

bro, we're all disciples of Cloud Sect. Don't hurt him,

boy, Gordon was just

man's friends tried to placate

want to take my token?" Zen asked

sorry. This is all Gordon's fault. Let him go, please. He meant no harm.

more scared in his life. He could feel that Zen was intent on killing him. If he had really attacked this boy, Gordon would have been dead by now. His voice trembled as he said, "I'm ... I'm sorry. I

Zen took away his knife and put it back in the space ring. He took a

had not stopped being vigilant. Since stepping into Cloud Sect, many people had secretly plotted against him. These experiences helped Zen understand that the law of the jungle was still being followed in this holy land of

fish. If he wanted to survive, he needed