“You’re right, Elder Brother,” one of the novice disciples said ingratiatingly. “These people aren’t gods. They’re basically on the same level as us, they just got lucky along the way by passing the Bloodgore Trials. Out here, we fight demonlings and disciples from the dao of devils. We also have to keep the vicious miners under control. We have to use wits and strength alike, and that’s worth a lot more than the Bloodgore Trials.”

“That's right,” another disciple said. “The people who make a big fuss over these official disciples are really idiots. We're all Quasi-Gods, nothing more, nothing less. And it's not as if the gods are actually going to come out here to do anything. We actually have great lives here, and it's all thanks to you, Elder Brother.”

“True,” Huang Weilong said, “but we still don't want to offend the foreman. He is an official disciple, after all. In the end, we still have to follow the rules, and we have to treat him politely. If he plays nice, we’ll share a bit of our loot with him. But if he...