Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't bother with the disputes of the secular world. For him, focusing on cultivation and pursuing a higher level of martial arts was the only important thing.

"Hmph, if I hadn't heard that the kid named Qin Yang had already entered the Saint Realm at such a young age..." Sun Wu Hui sneered inwardly, but a subtle glint of light flashed in the depths of his turbid eyes.

Originally, he wouldn't have cared much about conflicts between the younger generation, even if a direct descendant of the Sun family was beaten to a pulp. Useless bastards, their deaths were no big deal.

However, the news of "the sacred realm for those around twenty years old" stirred a ripple in his long-dormant heart.

This is very unusual!

Throughout history, even for those with exceptional talent, reaching the Saint Realm at this age is virtually impossible! Unless…

Unless this child possesses an earth-shattering secret!

Perhaps they received some kind of heaven-defying inheritance, or obtained some kind of powerful treasure, or perhaps... they cultivated some kind of forbidden technique that could be mastered quickly, but might have huge hidden dangers!

Either way, it means enormous value!

Sun Wu Hui has lived for nearly two hundred years, but his cultivation has stagnated at the Great Saint Realm for many years, and he has never been able to glimpse the legendary higher level of enlightenment.

He could sense that his lifespan was not infinite.

If we could obtain the secret to Qin Yang's rapid breakthrough from him...

Thinking of this, a ripple called "greed" finally stirred in Sun Wu Hui's calm and still heart.

That ripple quickly expanded, transforming into a burning desire.

"Qin Yang..."

Sun Wu Hui chewed on the name in a low voice, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Whatever secrets you hold, they will soon be mine!"

He didn't linger, but took a step, seemingly slow, yet his figure was like a ghost, disappearing into the bustling crowd in a few flashes.