Song Xiuwen wasn’t really that weak. His rank-fourteen origin power could be considered the average since most of the core members of the clan were at this level, on paper at least. He had been rank-fourteen for twenty years. According to the Song clan’s viewpoint, this could be considered an “experienced” person.

Normally, Song Xiuwen would boast that he could escape from anyone below the divine champion rank and even exchange a blow or two against one. As for experts at the same rank, he claimed that he had defeated quite a few and that his record was flawless. After all, there were too few opportunities for a Song clan elder to take action. Whatever fights that came up were fought by hired hands.

Boasting on a regular basis slowly gave Song Xiuwen more confidence as he started to believe himself. The other elders were more or less at the same cultivation-rank as he was. Since Song Xiuwen felt himself peerless, the others naturally thought, “I’m not inferior to you in any aspect. If you’re peerless in the same realm, I can probably defeat most of my opponents as well.”

In their little world of imaginations, the Song clan’s...