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

He conjured a sharp, icy blade in his hand and thrust it at his opponent without hesitation.

The crisp sound of icicles breaking rang out, and the cold mist exploded.

Yan Chenxiao staggered back a few steps, moving away from the battle between Huo Jiangmei and Nie Zhao, a look of surprise in his eyes.

He actually broke through again?

Xie Weixing smiled, his voice clear and full of youthful vigor: "Yan Chenxiao, your opponent is me."

Yan Chenxiao raised his eyes, a slow, cold laugh escaping his lips as flames materialized in his hand: "Want to defeat me again? I'm sorry, but you'll be disappointed today."

"Because," he swept his sword horizontally, a crimson arc of light exploding through the air, "I've also broken through—"

Everyone turned to look, their eyes filled with surprise.

The Dao Seeking Sect actually has more than just one Nascent Soul cultivator, Huo Jiangmei.

So, including Yan Chenxiao, there are a total of five Nascent Soul cultivators among the four major sects present.

The Feng Hua Sect only has five direct disciples.

Xie Weixing rolled her eyes slightly.

He finally understood why this group of people hated him so much.

It turns out that showing off in front of others is so annoying.

His bow and arrow had just been broken while he was shooting at Nie Shiyun, so now he could only grab a Xuan sword that no one else was using and had left aside.

Oh, well, it's not that we don't need to use it. Judging from the situation, the sword's owner was probably knocked unconscious by his Dragon Palace's electric shock, and it's hard to say whether he'll survive.

Even at this moment, he still did not forget his original aspiration as Long Aotian.

Xie Weixing narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his chin slightly, and pointed his sword diagonally: "Then let me see what's so great about a dignified Nascent Soul Realm cultivator."

Pei Huaiyuan drew his longsword, blocking Tan Suiting's attack on Chao Yuejiao and Nie Shiyun.

His face was upright and his expression was cold: "Some say that you are the number one genius and the number one sword cultivator in the cultivation world for thousands of years."

He paused, holding his sword firmly on the bluestone ground with one hand. The sword vibrated slightly, humming softly, its sharp edge pointing directly at Tan Suiting: "But I've always felt that I should be the sword-wielding genius of the cultivation world over the past thousand years. Today, I have the opportunity to settle things with you."

They had met long ago, when Tan Suiting had just established his foundation and was exactly twelve years old, while Pei Huaiyuan had already formed his core.

Now, less than eight years later, their cultivation levels have reached parity.

Tan Suiting glanced indifferently at Nie Shiyun and the others behind him, his eyes cold and his tone indifferent: "To walk with mediocre people is to be willing to win with more people."

He held his sword horizontally in front of him, the longsword drawing a semi-circular silver arc in front of him, with fine purple lightning crackling along the spine of the sword from his fingertips, and a heavy pressure spreading out.

His eyes remained completely calm: "Pei Huaiyuan, you are not even qualified to be my opponent."

Even when he agreed to join forces with the other sects, he already knew in his heart that he was no match for him.

The most important thing for a swordsman is that proud spirit of being the only one with a sword in the world.

If one's heart has grown cold, one is naturally no longer worthy of wielding a sword, let alone becoming the champion of swordsmanship.

Pei Huaiyuan's expression remained unchanged: "As the saying goes, all's fair in war, and the strong prey on the weak. The Fenghua Sect is indeed formidable, and we must naturally find a way to win in the safest manner. Your Highness, today we must have a battle."

Tan Suiting looked at him coldly, his mind flashing back to when he first entered the sect.

The typhoon is approaching, with strong winds and high clouds stretching for thousands of miles.

"I will teach you swordsmanship, not to compete for empty fame, rely on others' power, or seek victory or defeat, but only for three words: to examine your true heart."

"Relying on numbers and strength to act aggressively cannot be considered the sharpness of swordsmanship. Using other people's techniques to protect oneself cannot support even a fraction of the sword's spirit."

The master's tone was calm and powerful, his eyes sharp and clear, as he steadily supported his arm.

"Long'er, remember this: a true swordsman, even when facing thousands of enemies alone, dares to stand with his sword drawn and break through all obstacles in his path with just one person and one sword. He is not one who hides behind his companions, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and ends up with a petty and cowardly attitude."

Tan Suiting raised his eyes, his long, straight eyelashes seemingly covered with a layer of frost.

"I have no need to compete with anyone for the so-called title of swordsmanship champion," he said, raising his sword in a backhand motion, lightning crackling upwards. He let out a faint, yet utterly sarcastic laugh. "Pei Huaiyuan, you have long since strayed from the true essence of swordsmanship; you are unworthy to contend with me!"

Yuejiao, Nie Shiyun, and the others had long since exhausted their spiritual energy. There were still three Nascent Soul Realm cultivators left from the four sects on the field: Huo Jiangmei, Pei Huaiyuan, and Yan Chenxiao.

There are three others at the Golden Core stage: Jiang Yinhuan, Wen Fu who recently formed his Golden Core, and Su Boyu.

Apart from Jiang Yinhuan, the other two had their cultivation levels artificially boosted by using rare and precious treasures and pills. Xie Weixing could kill them both with a single arrow.

There is nothing to fear.

Only that extremely mysterious fourth junior sister of the Dao Seeking Sect was indeed a bit troublesome.

The woman, dressed in a bright yellow outfit, covered the flute holes with her fingertips, her fingertips lightly touching the jade tube. Fine, pale yellow spiritual energy swirled around her. Her lower lip lightly touched the flute mouth, her lips slightly parted, and her breath slowly entered the flute cavity.

As spiritual energy flowed into her throat, the moon pattern engraved on the flute shone brightly. Her fingertips moved rhythmically, pressing and releasing the holes. The melodious flute notes pierced through the wind and heat waves, and ice silk, carrying the attack, rushed towards the Feng Hua Sect members.

Shen Chunri snorted coldly, his vertical pupils turning emerald green. He activated his snake transformation and leaped into the air. His right leg suddenly rose against the wind, and his ankle lashed out with a powerful sweep, kicking away the ice silk. The force of the kick was so great that the air itself seemed to ripple.

"Bang!"

A deafening explosion rang out, and Jiang Yinhuan's attack was reduced to ashes before it even entered the battlefield.

Her delicate, pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly.

If I remember correctly, isn't this green-clad girl the Medicine Cultivator?

Shen Chunri clenched his fist lightly, then slowly relaxed it, his knuckles cracking. He looked coldly at the person in front of him and uttered a sharp, curt "Come here."

The battle unfolded rapidly. The Feng Hua Sect, with two Nascent Soul cultivators and three Golden Core cultivators, actually overwhelmed the four major sects, who had five Nascent Soul cultivators and six Golden Core cultivators, beating them like dogs.

Is this the power of sacrificing a teammate to achieve ultimate victory?

[Corn Sugar is injured, play dumb and pause, I'll take over]

Huo Jiangmei was forced into a corner and gritted her teeth to fight back, but Nie Zhao grabbed her arm.

The Phoenix Maiden's eyes flashed with ruthlessness: "The youngest Nascent Soul Realm cultivator in the cultivation world?"

"boom--!"

Huo Jiangmei was thrown over by the immense force, and a phoenix fire blast shot out, crashing violently into the tree trunk. Her chest jolted, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Nie Zhao also suffered a backlash from overusing his bloodline power. His throat tasted metallic, and a trace of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his lips, sliding lightly down his jawline.

Her expression remained calm as she raised her hand, curled her fingers to wipe away the blood, narrowed her eyes slightly, and subconsciously raised an eyebrow: "In the Way of Fire, no one in the world can match me."

"You are too weak."

[Senior sister ahhhhhh!]

[This is a truly classic overpowered protagonist story, with a very strong flavor... If you don't like this kind of character, you're missing out.]

[Suddenly I realize that either is fine! Why can't we eat Zhao Yu or Feng She? This observation room is ultimately the domain of omnivores, hiahiahia (letting out a villainous, wicked laugh)]