I can identify everything, but the level is increased by one

Su Han was stunned.

Why suddenly ask me about the state of the world?

The young scholar spoke:

"No need to hesitate, no need to lie, just face your true heart. You don't need to bear any consequences, no one will be against you."

After a moment of silence, Su Han decided to tell the truth.

The young scholar in front of him should be the one who had been watching him just now, making him feel immense pressure. He didn't think he could deceive such an expert with a lie.

Besides, he didn't know the young scholar's position.

Lying and telling the truth carried the same risk.

Then he might as well face his true heart and clear his mind.

"I think the world is corrupt."

Su Han spoke slowly, his tone calm but firm.

"Oh? Why? You have already comprehended sword energy and are about to become an Entry-Realm martial artist. You also possess dragon-tiger aura, and your future is bright. You are not weak, but strong."

"Since you are strong, what does it matter to you how rotten the world is? You could even say that the more rotten the world is, the better, right? Wouldn't that make it easier for you to do as you please and display your abilities?"

The young scholar replied with interest.

Su Han shook his head and said:

"I have my current strength because I struggled on the edge of life and death, and it is the result of tireless efforts. I deeply feel the hardship of this power, and I will not forget my roots, forgetting that I was originally weak."

"Two seniors, do you know that the refugee camp outside the city has become a hell? They are starving and freezing, and cannibalism has become commonplace."

"But the officials, wealthy merchants, and landlords in the city do nothing, watching them turn from humans into hungry ghosts, usually extracting people's wealth. When the people are in trouble, they are aloof and do nothing."

"Isn't that enough to show how corrupt the world is?"

The scholar continued to ask: "Then what does this have to do with you?"

Su Han was silent for a moment, then replied:

"Because half a month ago, I was a refugee in the refugee camp, an ordinary person struggling to survive on the edge of life and death. Even if I am not now, I don't think it has nothing to do with me."

He didn't mention the theories about class from his previous life.

That was the art of slaying dragons.

Even if the power in this world belongs to oneself, and one person can be an enemy of ten thousand, using this as a starting point might create and improve the art of slaying dragons suitable for this world, but the karma would be immense.

He was still struggling to survive, and saying these things was just courting death.

Therefore, he was just very simple, like countless ordinary people who have been oppressed and resisted throughout history, expressing his dissatisfaction.

It couldn't be more normal and reasonable.

"Half a month ago you were an ordinary refugee? Are you sure you're not lying? Comprehending sword energy in half a month and about to break through to the Entry-Realm martial artist?"

Yuan Xingkong couldn't help but speak, astonished.

Yuan Xingkong was silent. What did he mean by half a month of effort?

Could he also put in some effort?

The young scholar's expression remained calm, and he continued:

"Since that's the case, I understand. Then if you have strength in the future, what will you do in the face of this world? Will you maintain it, repair it, improve it, or overthrow it?"

"Senior, be careful what you say!"

Su Han was shocked.

He immediately looked around, his expression solemn, and lowered his voice.

Looking like this was a great horror, how dare you say it.

The young scholar was dumbfounded and couldn't help but shake his head.

A clever kid, no wonder he has dragon-tiger aura.

Forget it, the cold wave has appeared, and chaos is inevitable. In the future, dragons and snakes will surely rise, and heroes will be born. He cannot suppress everything, and he must take advantage of the situation to guide them and exert influence in order to succeed.

"Xingkong, bring the pen and ink."

"Yes, sir."

Yuan Xingkong immediately responded, his figure disappearing in an instant, but returning to the original place in a few breaths, with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in his hand, handing them to the young scholar.

Su Han was confused.

The scholar personally ground the ink, and he began to write a magnificent "heart" character on the white paper, and handed it to Su Han.

"Your answer is not bad. The dragon-tiger aura is also your talent. I am quite surprised. Accept it, this is your reward."

The young scholar replied calmly.

Su Han opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes blurred, and he had been sent back to the room just now, holding the white paper with the word "heart" written on it.

"Kid, your talent is good. Take this golden token. From now on, you are a member of the Golden Pavilion. No matter where you live now, you must come often in the future. There are errands and benefits."

Yuan Xingkong threw a token to Su Han.

Su Han took it. He only felt it was heavy. This sense of weight, and it's called a golden token, hiss, could it really be made of gold?

Thinking of the allusion of the Golden Pavilion, he couldn't help but fantasize.

"That's right, it's the same as you think, it's indeed made of gold, but a child holding gold in the market, everyone is a demon, but with a guardian deity standing in front, the demon becomes a sage."

"The Golden Pavilion doesn't need mediocre people. You can also use the name of the Golden Pavilion to act, but if you can't keep this golden token and it's robbed, you will also be automatically removed from the Golden Pavilion."

Yuan Xingkong folded his arms and said calmly.

"Then if I'm short of money, what if I sell it?"

Su Han suddenly asked curiously.

"That means that someone thinks the value of gold is greater than the value of the Golden Pavilion. In that case, what's the point of being a member of the Golden Pavilion?"

Yuan Xingkong replied indifferently.

Su Han nodded: "I understand."

"Now that you have the golden token and understand, you can leave for now. I have important things to do today and don't have much time to entertain you."

He was kicked out by Yuan Xingkong.

"Kid from the Thunder Martial Hall, come with me."

Yuan Xingkong turned his head and looked at Xiang Wu with a grin.

Su Han was helpless. Wearing a mask, he walked out of the Golden Pavilion. Goose feather snow was flying around, and the blindfolded swordsman and others were competing fiercely. Seeing him holding the golden token, he nodded slightly as a sign.

He also gestured in response, but didn't stay too long.

Young Master Li and his group were gone. He also had to hurry back, take off his mask, change back to his original attire, re-wrap the long sword into a fire stick with rags, and walk step by step towards the Li Mansion.

Heavy snow was flying.

The surrounding world was white, so clean.

The cold winter kills people, and snow buries all living beings.

The beautiful snow scene seems to hide murderous intent.

On the way.

He looked at the white paper with the word "heart" written on it.

Identification information appeared in front of him.

【The character of a Half-Step Divine Gate Grandmaster, using the word 'heart' to elaborate on personal insights into the Divine Dao. Frequent observation can improve the cultivation of the mind.】

【Insufficient number of times today, unable to upgrade for the time being】

That young scholar was actually a Half-Step Divine Gate?

No wonder, such a strong person.

Thoughts like lightning, pressure like a prison!

Su Han exclaimed in his heart.

He carefully observed, feeling enlightened in his heart.

His breathing became regular, and he unconsciously ran the Heaven-Stealing Technique. The "fire stick" in his hand kept waving, evolving the trajectory of the Killing Sword Technique, and his spirit entered a wonderful state.

The body and mind are one.

The blood and energy in his body circulated rapidly, and the strength of his whole body condensed into one, tempering the meridians of his body.

When he arrived in front of the Li Mansion.

A roar seemed to sound in his body, like the opening of the heavens and the earth, and the meridians glowed faintly. The last layer of membrane of the Entry-Realm martial artist was finally broken through.

Heaven-Stealing Technique progress:

(1000/1000)

He, an Entry-Realm martial artist, had become one!