As for the last man, he was slightly older, about twenty-eight or twenty-nine, with a long horse-like face. He held his chin high, his eyes rolled upward, and his expression was full of disdain. He said, “Junior Brother Wang, you have been in seclusion for many months and don’t know about the biggest joke in our Hengyue School lately. Just as Junior Sister Xu said, this Wang Lin used these shameless methods to become an Inner Sect Disciple.”

Wang Zhuo laughed loudly and mocked, "You really startled me just now; so that's how you got in. But with your talent, you will never reach the first level of Qi Condensation in this lifetime. Why bother coming here to embarrass yourself and smear the Wang family's name?"

"Junior Brother Wang, that's not right. While talent is important, perseverance is key. Cultivating to become an immortal is inherently a Heaven-Defying act. Without great perseverance, even the best talent is useless." The Woman surnamed Zhou blinked her eyes, her voice gentle and pleasant.

"Senior Brother Wang is right. This Wang Lin looks foolish and dull; he doesn't look like someone who Cultivates at all." The girl surnamed Xu moved a few steps closer to Wang Zhuo, seizing the opportunity to speak for him.

Wang Lin chuckled. He finally understood; the relationships between these people before him were quite complex. It went without saying that Wang Zhuo liked the Woman surnamed Zhou, and as for the girl surnamed Xu, it seemed she had a special affection for Wang Zhuo, which was why she had tried so hard to interfere and disrupt earlier.

His laughter caused Wang Zhuo dissatisfaction. He huffed and said, "Wang Lin, I advise you to leave the Hengyue School. Otherwise, at the end-of-year Inner Sect Disciple competition, with that physique of yours, you'll end up crippled if not dead."

Wang Lin had heard from Sun Dazhu that the Inner Sect Disciples had a competition similar to an examination at the end of every year, where the winners could be awarded a Magic Treasure. This competition was divided into two levels: one where all Inner Sect Disciples competed for the top ten, and another where the new Disciples recruited within the year competed for the title of Newcomer King.

He curled his lips indifferently and said, "Don't trouble yourself. Whether I'm crippled or dead, what does it have to do with you?"

Wang Zhuo sneered and said, "I'm only saying this because we are relatives. Since you don't appreciate my good intentions, don't blame me for not holding back during the competition!" After speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Wang Zhuo had looked down on Wang Lin's family since he was little. Although he had never met them before, he had heard a lot from his father. In particular, his father told him that back then, Wang Lin's father had a sweet tongue and coaxed their grandfather into being biased, not only giving the Big Head of the family property to the other party but also acting arrogantly and bullying his father in every way. Fortunately, the relatives had sharp eyes and, upholding a sense of justice, voluntarily helped his father take back the family property. Therefore, he had always felt in his heart that Wang Lin's family was a disgrace to the Wang family; like father, like son.

Although he vaguely felt after growing up that things might not be as his father described, his personality had been arrogant and conceited since he was young. Sometimes he even looked down on his own father, let alone others.

The girl surnamed Xu was stunned and whispered beside Wang Zhuo, "You are relatives?"

The other two were also surprised; it was their first time hearing that the two were relatives.

Seeing Wang Zhuo's unpleasant expression, the girl surnamed Xu hurriedly spoke for him, "Brother Wang Zhuo, he doesn't understand your good intentions, don't let your Life Qi be disturbed. You are a good person and smarter than him. Don't expect him to understand your kindness immediately. When he suffers later, he will naturally understand your goodness towards him. We have relatives like that in our family too; actually, every family is the same. It's impossible for everyone to be as outstanding as you. Actually, I understand how you feel; you are just frustrated that he isn't living up to his potential, right?"

Wang Zhuo blushed a little at what the girl surnamed Xu said. He glared at her fiercely, unable to tell whether she was mocking him or genuinely speaking on his behalf.

Wang Lin heard the girl's words and immediately laughed out loud, saying, "Wang Zhuo, it seems I really misunderstood you. Fine, I, Wang Lin, will keep your kindness in my heart. Thank you."

Just as he was speaking, the door to the pill room suddenly opened, and a youth wearing a small jacket walked out. The youth looked sturdy and clever; it was Wang Hao.

After he walked out, he coughed loudly. Once he had everyone's attention, he revealed a smug expression and said, "The Spirit Seizing Pill hasn't been finished yet today. You all just wait here. Once my master finishes refining, I will call you in one by one."

Wang Zhuo glared at Wang Hao, his teeth itching with anger, but he really didn't dare to offend him right now. After all, Wang Hao was the attendant of the Senior Brother in the pill room, responsible for all the trivial matters of the pill room. If he offended him, and the Senior Brother were to investigate later, his monthly allowance would definitely be docked significantly.

After Wang Hao finished speaking, he scanned the area and, upon seeing Wang Lin, revealed a look of pleasant surprise. He hurriedly went forward, pulled Wang Lin to the side, and whispered, "Brother Tiezhu, congratulations on becoming an Inner Sect Disciple. I've heard about those things that happened to you. I wanted to go find you and chat, but this place is damn restricting, and I can't easily get out. Don't take what others say to heart. Once you have achieved success in immortal arts in the future, show those who look down on you."

Wang Lin felt a little warmth in his heart and smiled, "Wang Hao, thank you."

Wang Hao sighed softly and added, "That day at the big mansion, I wanted to say something for you, but my father glared at me. By the look of it, he didn't want me to get involved. Brother Tiezhu, please don't mind it."

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "Why mention the past? Right now, I just want to focus on Cultivating and reach the first level of Qi Condensation as soon as possible."

Wang Hao's eyes darted around. Taking advantage of when no one was paying attention, he took something out from his bosom, stuffed it into Wang Lin's hand, and winked at him. At this moment, a cold voice came from inside the pill room.

"Medicine boy, aren't you coming back yet?"

Wang Hao acknowledged and hurriedly ran back to the pill room.

Wang Lin tightly grasped the object in his hand. A glance from the corner of his eye revealed three crystal-clear pills. He quietly put them into his Storage Pouch, not minding the dirty ground, and sat cross-legged to breathe and wait.

Among the other four, except for the twenty-eight or twenty-nine-year-old man who looked at Wang Lin with slight surprise before sitting on the ground to meditate just like him, the remaining three all stood to the side.

Wang Zhuo was speaking in a low voice to the Woman surnamed Zhou with a flattering expression, while the girl surnamed Xu had an angry look on her face, occasionally interjecting.

Time passed slowly, and darkness enveloped the earth. The moment the moon rose, the pill room door opened again. Wang Hao walked out with a weary expression, holding a tray in his hands.

Inside were five Low-Grade Spirit Stone fragments and five crystal-clear pills.

Everyone went up one by one to receive them. Wang Lin was the last one. After taking his share, he smiled at Wang Hao, cupped his hands, and left.

He kept Wang Hao's friendship in his heart; the three pills the other party had secretly stuffed into his hand earlier were indeed Spirit Seizing Pills.