In this world, any power and benefits need to be fought for, revealing the scarcity of the person involved.
Value varies with different items and differs from person to person.
Gu Wen naturally did not desire the position that could lead to sainthood.
Even if someone else were to attain it, they could not compare to him.
Cultivation paths were sometimes like the wealth of a former life; a self-made person could be worth billions, just as an heir could have the same worth, with both ultimately presenting similar results.
The only difference was that those two billionaires did not need to compete against each other, while cultivators might face attacks from equally strong opponents.
The master of the Jianmu Cave was at the immortal level, yet his own master had killed countless demon ancestors and the lesser saints of Jianmu.
Similarly, Gu Wen could also kill those so-called immortals who claimed to ascend to sainthood.
“Do you want it?”
The position of a minor saint did not move him at all.
Instead, Gu Wen turned to Chi Yunzi, wearing his usual calm smile. “If you want it, I can help you get it.”
Three steps ahead, an elder from the Yuqing Sect glanced over.
He didn’t yet know about the matter of sainthood but was keenly aware that the relationship between the Chi Tianzun and his own Tianzun was far from ordinary.