I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 181 The Losers' Alliance is Watching You

The following day, the White Plum School's sword-fighting tournament officially commenced.

Upon hearing the news, martial arts practitioners flocked to climb Meishan.

Meishan is not a particularly high mountain, but it boasts beautiful scenery and abundant spiritual energy. Coupled with the reputation of a top-tier sect, it has naturally become a scenic spot.

In modern times, many people would definitely come here to climb mountains and take photos, and then make a gesture that says "Little Meishan, easily handled".

Ordinary martial artists wouldn't even have the chance to climb the mountain if they didn't come during the sword-fighting tournament.

Especially for men, the number of men in the martial arts world is more than half, but the White Plum Sect, as a famous alliance of defeated dogs, is a sect of women only, so it is impossible for them to let men in for no reason.

This restriction is only lifted during the Sword Tournament.

Even so, the disciples of the White Plum Sect were strictly supervised during this period. Many female disciples who had never been down the mountain were easily attracted to bad men, so during the climb, they could only see some trail signs.

Soon we arrived at the first checkpoint, where there was a fairly spacious platform with some fruits and vegetables on a table next to it, and a sign that read "Please help yourself, but do not take more than you need".

There were a total of ten female disciples standing on the platform. The one in the lead had her arms crossed, while the other nine stood ready, all of them covering their faces with veils.

"This is the first test." The leading female disciple of the White Plum Sect pointed to the flag hanging on the right: "Please see over there for the detailed rules."

Bai Xuan looked to the side, his first reaction being to wonder if he had fallen into some kind of strange rule-based myth.

Fortunately, it doesn't have many complicated elements; simply put, it's a level-based game.

Rule 1: You must pass three checkpoints to participate in the Sword Tournament;

Rule 2: There are two ways to pass the level: defeat the gatekeeper in a one-on-one situation, or complete the task assigned by the gatekeeper.

Rule 3: No despicable means may be used, no special weapons with wide-ranging destructive power may be used, and no one may be killed. Violators will be expelled from Meishan and held accountable.

Rule 4: You are prohibited from touching any female disciples. Except for the challenges, you may not have any interaction with the female disciples of the White Plum Sect.

Rule 5: Those whose names are on the Book of Mending the Heavens will be exempt from the assessment in the first two rounds and will be given special access.

There were thousands of people from the martial arts world who came, so a selection process was necessary.

Bai Xuan looked at Ning Jianshuang: "Do you need me to wait for you?"

"No need, you go up there. I'll give it a try. If I can't, I'll just be a spectator." Ning Jianshuang didn't want to waste any more time.

"Brother, you guys go up first," Ruan Mengyu said to Ruan Changfeng.

"Young Master Bai, you don't need to worry. We will ensure the safety of Miss Ning and Miss Ruan." A martial arts expert in the crowd shouted, "Anyone who dares to cause trouble here, we'll all rush up and chop them into mincemeat in no time!"

This statement received a lot of approval.

After yesterday's gathering of heroes, his reputation soared once again.

When someone becomes famous, it seems like everyone around them is a good person.

Bai Xuan clasped his hands in thanks: "Then I thank you all, heroes."

He walked straight to the special passage.

A disciple of the White Plum School asked, "Name?"

"Bai Xuan."

"The top of the Crouching Dragon Ranking?" The disciple slightly raised his eyes.

"Yes." Bai Xuan nodded.

"Could you prove it?"

Bai Xuan revealed Jiang Chengzi.

"Hmm... indeed, it is the renowned swordsman Jiang Chengzi. My apologies." The Bai Mei Sect disciple noted down the name on the roster: "Please proceed."

After that, one by one, the members of the Crouching Dragon List ascended the special passage.

One by one, people began to climb Meishan.

"Senior sister, let me see the roster. How many people came this time?"

“Many…more than last year,” the slightly older woman said. “I don’t know if it’s the influence of the White Moonlight, but this year’s Sword Tournament has become more influential than before.”

"Hmm, what a pity." Junior Sister sighed, "I think they all came for the remains of the immortal, but if someone really takes it, won't there be no more sword-fighting tournaments in the future?"

"Be careful what you say." The older woman frowned. "These are all decisions made by the founder; what right do we have to question them? Besides..."

So many years have passed, and countless brilliant talents have emerged, yet none have actually taken this relic.

Can this top-ranked Wolong achieve what even the number one on the Earth Ranking, Qi Wuyi, and the number one on the Human Ranking, cannot?
……

Having climbed more than halfway up the mountain, one can already see the cluster of buildings of the Bai Mei School built in the mountains.

We have now arrived at the official entrance to the Bai Mei School.

In fact, Bai Xuan had always felt that establishing the sect's base in the mountains would be very troublesome, as it would take a long time to go up and down the mountain.

But after seeing the cable car and hydroelectric lifting device set up next to the building complex, I realized that the mountain road was for outsiders, while the locals took the cable car.

Such a long mountain road was originally part of the defensive fortifications.

The third test is just around the corner.

This time it wasn't a female disciple, but an elder from the White Plum Sect.

Zhu Yaoyao put her hands on her hips and said, "You've finally arrived. I am Zhu Yaoyao, the sixth elder of the White Plum Sect."

Elder Zhu looked young, at most in his thirties, and one glance gave the impression that…

"Wow, it's huge." Cui Che blurted out, then instinctively covered his mouth, "Ahem, excuse me."

This statement resonated with the men present, who couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

Such a big thing should have been said sooner.

Several women subconsciously squinted their eyes.

Xi Qingqing said disdainfully, "What's the use of something so big? It's just a burden."

Kagura, who is only 1.6 meters tall, subconsciously touched her chest, feeling a bit EMO.

Although Zhu Yaoyao is from the South, she looks exactly like a girl from Northeast China. She is tall and has a large frame. When she stands up, she is 1.9 meters tall and very big.

"So it's Elder Zhu." Yue Qianqi stepped forward and bowed. "It's been a long time."

"It's been a long time. The last time I saw you was eight years ago, wasn't it? You were just a little kid back then. You've grown up so much in the blink of an eye. I even held you in my arms when you were little. You were so chubby back then." Zhu Yaoyao's eyes lit up: "How is the old master in good health?"

"Grandmaster is in good health." Yue Qianqi exchanged a few awkward pleasantries with the elders, and then introduced the others: "Elder Zhu had not yet joined the White Plum Sect eight years ago. At that time, he also went to Wudang Mountain and was praised by Grandmaster for his 'amazing strength'. He once pulled up a willow tree with his strength and swept through five hundred wolf riders outside Yumen Pass by himself."

Everyone immediately stood in awe. Zhu Yaoyao laughed and said, "That's all in the past, it's not worth mentioning."

"Are there willows outside the pass?"

"A poplar is also a poplar."

A few people, however, felt a surge of gossip.

The fact that she didn't join the White Plum Faction eight years ago means that eight years ago... she wasn't a loser, right?

Every elder of the Bai Mei Sect has a story behind them, and the forthright and generous Sister Zhu Yaoyao must also have a heartbreaking and dramatic past.

"Alright, since you're all here, I'll give you a test. Only those who pass can participate in the Sword Debate Tournament. Those who fail can only go to the audience to eat fruit and sunflower seeds."

Zhu Yaoyao laughed heartily: "Who wants to go first?"

"Let me go first," Yue Qianqi said, stepping forward.

"Very good." Zhu Yaoyao pointed to the female disciple of the White Plum Sect next to her: "Tell a joke that can make half of them laugh, and I'll let you pass."

Yue Qianqi: "???"

He looked at Zhu Yaoyao with a puzzled expression: "Sixth Elder, is this appropriate?"

I'm here to participate in a martial arts tournament, not a talent show.

"This is already quite simple, isn't it?" Zhu Yaoyao said matter-of-factly. "Or do you want me to slap you to test the strength?"

Yue Qianqi gasped for breath, a sudden toothache rising in his throat. He had read countless scriptures in his life, but he had never learned any jokes.

He stepped aside: "Let me think about it."

"Let me do it." Wang Zhiyuan considered himself to have a bit of a sense of humor.

Zhu Yaoyao said, "Why don't you sing a song?"

Wang Zhiyuan's voice even changed to a lilt: "Singing?"

He has never sung in his life; he is completely tone-deaf.

Ruan Changfeng hesitated for a moment, just about to speak, when he heard Zhu Yaoyao say, "Write a poem."

She then looked at He Bi and said, "Write a poem."

Why bother quietly putting away the wine gourd? It ruins the flavor of the wine now.

The infamous Shadowless Swiftman in the martial arts world had hardly ever received any formal education.

I have little education, why do you have to bully me like this?

Xu Tingfeng had been trying to keep a low profile, but Zhu Yaoyao still called him out.

"Go and draw me a picture."

"Unfortunately, I'm blind." Xu Tingfeng felt extremely aggrieved.

“You’re blind, not crippled,” Zhu Yaoyao retorted directly.

"Is it appropriate for you to make things difficult for us like this?" Yue Qianqi said with a wry smile.

"Wouldn't it be too boring to let you in so easily?" Zhu Yaoyao laughed. "You can only blame your lack of artistic talent, and over there... the one with bird feathers on his ears who's holding a sword and acting cool... Yes, you, with that 'I know I'm cool' look on your face."

Even Zhuquejian couldn't hold back his composure upon hearing this comment. He stepped forward and asked, "Please enlighten me?"

He had some schooling, and even if he couldn't recite them from memory, he could still adapt a few poems.

"Why don't you dance?"

"..." The Vermilion Bird Sword froze.

"Hahahaha, hiccup." The people next to him couldn't help but burst into laughter, gloating and unable to suppress their amusement.

Zhu Yaoyao then said, "As for the girls... you have to answer one question for me."

She asked directly, "Do you have someone you like?"

Xi Qingqing shook her head: "No."

Kagura shook her head: "No."

"Okay, that's honest. Go in." Zhu Yaoyao let them in directly.

"You're being so hypocritical," Wei Dawei couldn't help but say. "Master, how can you be so lenient?"

"You think I'm going easy on you?" Zhu Yaoyao glared at her angrily. "You think I'm deliberately making things difficult for you!"

"Is not it?"

"Of course," Zhu Yaoyao admitted directly.

"..." Everyone cursed inwardly that Da Lei's truck driver was unethical.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not biased towards women." Zhu Yaoyao said with a smile, "We don't make things difficult for them and let them pass directly because most of the White Plum Sects have this kind of traditional skill. If there are women climbing the mountain, we will treat them leniently. Who knows if they will become members of our sect in the future?"

Damn, what she said makes so much sense!

Yue Qianqi thought to himself, "So you're still recruiting here? No wonder you asked about my romantic history."

The White Plum Sect only accepts female disciples, so you're cleaning up the reserve of losers!

What genius came up with this idea?

"Alright, who's left? Let me see." Zhu Yaoyao deliberately left Bai Xuan until the end: "And you are, right? I know you, the famous number one on the Crouching Dragon List... I've heard that you are not only exceptionally skilled in swordsmanship, but also proficient in both literature and martial arts?"

Bai Xuan: "I know a little."

Zhu Yaoyao's next sentence suddenly turned dangerous: "And he also has relationships that go beyond friendship with multiple women? Is that right?"

Oh wow—!
The others, who were initially having headaches, immediately stopped having headaches and all looked in Bai Xuan's direction.

I started to suppress a laugh.

The White Plum Faction is a "Loser's Alliance," and the women here deeply resent those who are seduced and then abandoned.

Unfortunately, Bai Xuan's succubus-like physique made him extremely popular with the opposite sex, and storytellers used this as a gimmick, making it known to everyone in the Southern Chu martial arts world.

In other words, no matter who he chooses in the end, he will definitely abandon the others, which is simply intolerable for a loser.

Such a man is the number one target of hatred.

The Losers' Alliance is watching you.

(End of this chapter)