Supernatural Insight Eyes

The barrier shattered, Stone Demon Lord was defeated in an instant, the Turquoise Pool Saintess admitted defeat—this whole chain of twists came far too suddenly.

It all happened almost in a single instant.

A lot of people’s minds were still short‑circuited, unable to quickly process everything that had just happened.

Don’t even mention the loose cultivators watching around; even Demon God Sect and Turquoise Pool Sacred Land were nowhere near accepting such a result.

Stone Demon Lord and the Turquoise Pool Saintess were their sects’ strongest prodigies, both top‑tier talents who’d walked the Road of Star Rivers, yet such geniuses lost to a young man who looked sickly and frail. Faced with this kind of outcome, anyone would be stunned.

But compared to the others, these major sects still reacted first.

Elders showed shock one after another, blurting out, "All‑Heavens level!"

To be able to defeat Stone Demon Lord, and make the Turquoise Pool Saintess surrender before she even made a move, there was only one conclusion: the sickly guy’s strength was too overwhelming.

Hearing this elder directly state the sickly guy’s level, everyone around couldn’t help but have their hearts shaken. Eyes widened, all gazes locked onto the sickly guy.

This young man had actually stepped into the All‑Heavens level—just what was his origin?

The exclamations from the various sects naturally reached the ears of the loose Martial Artists. When they heard that the sickly guy was an All‑Heavens level powerhouse, they all sucked in cold breaths, shocked as if seeing a god.

This wasn’t a dark horse, this was a full‑blown black dragon.

No wonder everyone was so shaken they couldn’t calm down—All‑Heavens level experts at this age were simply too rare. Even looking across all the great sects, you could barely find a few.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Several figures rushed over to surround the sickly guy, but they didn’t come with killing intent. Instead, they were all smiling, asking after the sickly guy’s identity.

An All‑Heavens powerhouse this young—his value alone was beyond imagination.

No sect felt ashamed for lowering their status to recruit him, because the sickly guy’s strength was worth that.

"Little brother, which sect are you from?"

"I don’t belong to any sect."

Hearing that the sickly guy had no sect, meaning he had no backing whatsoever and had reached the All‑Heavens level purely on his own talent, the major sects went even crazier.

"Little brother, how about joining my Carefree Sect? As long as you agree, you’ll be an elder."

"Consider my Hunyuan Sect. We can offer the same terms as Carefree Sect."

Even Demon God Sect and Taiyi Divine Sect couldn’t stay aloof; they all wanted to pull the sickly guy into their own ranks.

An All‑Heavens powerhouse, and this young—this kind of person might as well be wearing a sign saying ’I’m a genius, my future is boundless’.

Facing invitations from so many sects, the perverted guy didn’t answer.

The spectators around were full of envy at how warmly the major sects were treating the sickly guy. This sort of treatment wasn’t something just anyone could enjoy.

But they could only envy; it wasn’t something they could imitate. His strength was right there for all to see—who among them could defeat Stone Demon Lord or force the Turquoise Pool Saintess to concede?

Probably the only place that stayed quiet was Turquoise Pool Sacred Land, and that was only because of their rule that they only take female elders, not male ones. Otherwise they would have stepped forward long ago.

Yet among all the people present, no one understood better than the Turquoise Pool Saintess herself that the sickly guy was impossible to recruit into any sect, impossible to become any sect’s elder.

Though he was sectless and unaffiliated, the sickly guy was that man’s subordinate.

Thinking of how she wasn’t even a match for someone’s subordinate, the Turquoise Pool Saintess couldn’t help feeling stifled.

The sickly guy had become the number one among the young Martial Artists, drawing all eyes. Now he was surrounded, receiving invitations from all sides.

However, to all these invitations, the sickly guy rejected every single one.

Everyone was puzzled. After all, each sect was offering excellent conditions—conditions that would move even an All‑Heavens powerhouse.

But that was for other All‑Heavens experts. The sickly guy simply wasn’t interested.

Besides, he fundamentally couldn’t join.

"Little brother, can you give us a reason? We’re all sincerely inviting you." an elder asked.

The elders of the other sects were also watching the sickly guy, hoping to hear an answer.

After all, everyone had been competing to recruit him for so long, and the sickly guy hadn’t said a single word.

"You want me to join your sects? It’s not that it’s impossible. As long as one person agrees, I’ll naturally join." the sickly guy said.

"Who is this person you’re talking about?"

"Heh, someone you all know."

"We ask that little brother speak frankly."

"Ye Qiu—you all know him, right?"

The moment the sickly guy uttered the name Ye Qiu, the atmosphere instantly shifted; everyone’s gaze toward him changed.

The elders who had been all smiles before suddenly turned cold as frost, and open hostility surfaced.

The speed of their face‑changing was jaw‑dropping.

"Ye Qiu is my young master. If you want me to join your sects, my young master has to agree." the sickly guy said slowly. His voice wasn’t loud, yet it seemed to echo straight into everyone’s hearts.

"You’re that brat’s subordinate?"

An elder asked coldly.

The sickly guy smiled and nodded. "That’s right. But I’ll have to ask you to change your tone. The ’brat’ you mentioned is my young master. If you address my young master like that, I’ll get angry."

"So you’re that brat’s subordinate."

"We’ve been looking all over for him and couldn’t find him. You showing up is perfect. With you here, even if he wants to hide, he’ll have to show himself to us."

The crowd that had just been all smiles were now full of killing intent, staring at the sickly guy.

The sickly guy was none other than Cain.

Facing the countless icy, murderous gazes around him, Cain remained indifferent. Since he dared to appear, he wasn’t afraid of being targeted.

"You really think our young master is staying hidden because he’s scared of you?" Cain chuckled. "The main reason is that your strength is too weak. You’re simply not worthy of our young master’s notice."

"Look at the so‑called prodigies in your hearts—they can’t even beat me, let alone compare to our young master. The title of number one of the younger generation, aside from our young master, no one else is qualified to claim it."

Cain openly revealed his identity and publicly mocked the various sects and their so‑called geniuses.

This sudden shift in tone once again left those around him dizzy. One scene after another, each twist more unexpected than the last.

Aside from the major sects, every loose cultivator who came here was shocked by Cain’s words.

Especially that faint, casual tone of his, which made all the great sects utterly lose face.

After all, they were the ones who organized this ranking battle for the younger generation of Martial Artists—yet none of their geniuses managed to take first place. Instead, Cain took the top spot.

You had to admit, this was a huge slap in the face. And now Cain was deliberately bringing it up again, as if viciously rubbing salt into each sect’s open wounds.

"Courting death!"

"Capture him!"

Cain instantly infuriated the elders of the major sects. In a flash, they all rushed in to besiege him.