Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

She bit her lip.

He had worked so hard to cultivate, thinking he could make a name for himself at the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Conference and crush Nie Zhao under his feet.

She wanted the other person to know that her talent was no less than anyone else's, or even less than that of the Phoenix Maiden. She wanted the other person to look up to her, or at least give her a second glance.

But she actually broke through again?

Endless hatred appeared in Nie Shiyun's eyes.

Why... why is she always chasing after her? Why is she always just a little short? Why has she treated her coldly since childhood, leaving her behind without looking back, yet so tenderly protecting her junior brothers who are not related to her by blood?

Nie Shiyun bit her teeth so hard that they ached, and her lips hurt uncontrollably.

She raised her eyes, the resentment in them almost tangible, like a cold blade.

Nie Zhao, I hate you so much.

A mysterious sword followed closely behind the Phoenix Maiden, instantly piercing into the battlefield. Carrying violent lightning spiritual power and an extreme, overwhelming sword intent, it tore through the defenses of several Golden Core disciples in the blink of an eye, sweeping them aside.

"Under the moon, across the river, in the autumn wind," His Highness the Crown Prince's indifferent voice rang out, "First move."

As the Xuan Sword slashed down, a thunderous roar resounded, and spatial rifts tore open along with the sword mark, mercilessly severing the veins of Yuejiao's golden seal and shredding Wei Qiqing's wind blades.

The signature skills of the two Nascent Soul Realm experts were violently torn apart by the spatial lightning in an instant.

The shadows of the trees rustled and swayed as Shen Chunri silently landed beside Yu Xintang. Green vines grew wildly around him, and a fine, invisible poisonous mist spread out.

She held Yu Xintang's shoulder, smiled at everyone, and narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes full of mockery: "What a coincidence, we meet again."

They were delayed for a while because they went to set up the poison array.

The only way to get here is full of ambushes, and it will take some effort for the people from the Dao Asking Sect and Zixiao Palace to come to their aid.

The tide of battle turned in an instant.

"You..." Yuejiao opened her eyes in disbelief, "You two actually formed your Nascent Souls..."

If she remembered correctly, the Dragon Prince was not yet twenty years old. According to the Dragon Clan's custom of coming of age at twenty-five, he was still a young dragon.

A nineteen-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator...

Can't even think about it.

Looking across the entire dragon race, no, looking across the entire cultivation world, you can't find a second one.

With all the pressure dissipating, Yu Xintang immediately broke free from the suppression, her talismans flying like rain in her hands. She smiled gently at everyone and said, "Sorry, now it's our turn—"

He paused, then his smile widened: "We're outnumbering each other."

"You..." Yuejiao gritted her teeth.

There were actually two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, and the remaining three were all Golden Core Realm cultivators, and all of them had top-grade spiritual roots.

Their eyes were filled with malice, knowing that retreating would mean utter defeat.

Nie Shiyun decided to abandon her defense and fight them to the death, using all her spiritual power: "Fine, let's see if you can get what you want!"

"Don't hold back! Hold on a little longer, Huo Jiangmei and Pei Huaiyuan will be here soon!" Yue Jiao's long hair fluttered wildly, her golden spiritual root energy completely boiling, golden light soaring into the sky, condensing into a thick, ten-thousand-foot-high golden aura. Her voice was sharp and fierce, "Today I'll show you the strength of my Flower Goddess Sect!"

"Golden Ten Thousand Flowers!"

Golden light condensed into a dazzling flower, which pressed down heavily, cracking the dry soil inch by inch, and locking the entire battlefield in its oppressive force.

She struck with all her might, and there was a certain sense of pressure about it.

Nie Zhao snorted coldly. As his red clothes fluttered, his well-defined fingers firmly gripped the hilt of the sword, his wrist bones taut with sharp lines, and spiritual energy from his palm continuously flowed into the blade.

Under the blessing of her phoenix bloodline, the ordinary Xuan sword turned completely crimson.

"What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry?" She raised her sword, her phoenix eyes slightly raised, filled with arrogant arrogance. "Does he even dare to challenge me?"

Wei Qiqing's face tightened, the humiliation of being repeatedly belittled finally erupting. A vortex of azure wind enveloped his body, his sleeves fluttering wildly as if tearing, and he gritted his teeth, shouting, "Don't be so smug! Long Wind Rift Blade!"

Thousands of sharp wind blades intertwined in layers, forming a deadly net that cut across the sky, heading straight for Yu Xintang and Shen Chunri, trying to tear a gap in their defenses.

Beside him, Nie Shiyun's eyes were bloodshot, his fire-elemental spiritual power burning its source, and the crimson flames around him surged several times over. The scorching heat made the surrounding ground burn. He coldly and angrily rebuked, "What kind of skill is it to win by relying on numbers!"

"Oh, well, you'll have to bear with it then." Xie Weixing effortlessly dodged the wind blades and kicked the arrow straight at her face.

Nie Shiyun dodged the attack in a sorry state, then unleashed all his strength: "Wildfire Scorches the Sky, Crimson Lotus Karma Locks—"

A raging inferno swept across the land, crimson flames surged and devoured everything, the firelight staining the entire battlefield red. The three types of magic intertwined fiercely, a peak counterattack by the three without holding back.

The combined power of the two early-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivators and the one mid-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator's all-out attack should not be underestimated.

Three powerful spells crashed down on the five people with terrifying force.

Yu Xintang's fingers flew, crushing several Golden Core Realm Wind-Breaking Talismans. Facing the raging wind, she advanced instead of retreating, chuckling sarcastically, "This young master is going to beat up a bunch of trash like you!"

He raised his hand, unleashing a shower of talismans.

"Even if it's just the Golden Core stage, your talent and mine—" He narrowed his eyes slightly, gathering his strength, the corners of his lips curving into an ambitious smile, "are still different!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a strong wind swept around her, runes lit up everywhere, and Yu Xintang's eyes turned into a mysterious, ethereal purple-gold—the power representing the Penglai Realm. She raised her hand and said, "Chasing the Wind!"

A headwind, completely opposite to Wei Qiqing's wind cluster, suddenly exploded and precisely wrapped around his body.

The difference in spiritual power between the late Golden Core stage and the early Nascent Soul stage is enormous; just look at how badly Nie Zhao beats them up.

However, Yu Xintang, who was in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, did not show any signs of weakness when she faced Wei Qiqing head-on.

This shows that the young master of Penglai Realm's top-grade wind spirit root is truly formidable, and it's not just talk.

Shen Chunri stood to the side of the formation, green vines sprouting wildly from the ground, carrying an invisible, bone-corroding poison that quietly spread.

Lu Qingyou's eyes darkened.

Of course, the poison cultivator must be dealt with first in a fight.

He stood behind Yuejiao and Wei Qiqing, keeping a low profile and staying in Shen Chunri's blind spot.

Hmph, a genius, huh?

Lu Qingyou raised his hand and released sharp water threads. Thousands of sharp rays bypassed the other four people and went straight for Shen Chunri!

Yu Xintang caught a glimpse of Lu Qingyou in the corner, her eyes flashing coldly: "Little snake!"

Shen Chunri was urging the vines to spread poison when he was caught off guard and turned around, but it was too late to dodge.

At the critical moment, a gust of wind suddenly blocked their path.

"The Rift of Wind and Bone".

Yu Xintang moved swiftly, wind blade talismans instantly spreading out in front of her as she formed hand seals and unleashed a formation: "Glassy Purification!"

Drawing talismans and setting up formations, as well as dodging attacks, consumes the most spiritual energy.