As Qin Yu was resting, he felt someone approach. He opened his eyes to see a calm and respectful face. This was one of the people that hung around Wang Yuanan, a late Nascent Soul cultivator. Killing intent lingered around his body; he was clearly trained for battle.

“My name is Zhang Chen. May I ask who fellow daoist is?”

“Qin Yu.”

Zhang Chen smiled. “Fellow daoist Qin, how do you do? As we venture through the wilderness, it is possible that we will experience danger at any time. So, Brother Wang proposed the creation of a Sharp Blade Squad. Once danger appears, we can immediately deal with it. The reason I’m here is because Brother Wang would like to invite fellow daoist Qin to become a part of our Sharp Blade Squad.”

Several people nearby revealed looks of envy.

In simpler terms, the Sharp Blade Squad was a joint effort between masters. They could rapidly react to any possible dangers, and most importantly, they could fight and flee. If an extremely grave danger appeared, the members of the Sharp Blade Squad would be the most likely to survive.

But what shocked everyone was that Qin Yu actually hesitated in the face of this invitation before finally refusing it. “My apologies, but my cultivation is weak. I fear...