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

The Crown Prince beside him raised his eyes, his gaze growing colder.

Shen Chunri's vertical pupils suddenly appeared, he chuckled, and slowly clenched his fist.

The moment Nie Zhao's fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, a wave of scalding heat suddenly swept through his entire body from his palm, and the primal temperature remaining from the ancient phoenix bloodline drilled into his meridians through his fingertips.

She instinctively tightened her grip on her wrist, her fingertips instantly turning a crimson hue that didn't fade, her expression remaining cold.

She is the Phoenix Maiden of this lineage; how could the Phoenix Fire harm her?

Crimson spiritual energy surged continuously into her palm, flowing along the hilt into the blade. As the energy rapidly dissipated, a thin layer of sweat gradually covered Nie Zhao's neck and back. She heard the Phoenix Sword emit a low hum, the phoenix feather patterns flickering in and out, and waves of recoil repeatedly impacted her arm, making it ache and numb.

A fiery red semi-circular barrier condensed in the air, trapping Nie Zhao inside.

The people in the audience all stared intently.

"Can you handle it, Senior Sister?" Shen Chunri asked softly.

"Feng Zhi is inherently arrogant and will only choose exceptionally talented phoenix maidens from her lineage," Xie Weixing chuckled coldly. "Is there any risk that Senior Sister might not be chosen?"

After all, it's the classic "Phoenix Overlord" story with its high quality.

I don't know why the original book could have written so many touching characters, but it just happened to pick a stupid idiot who's always burping to play a 1vN romance in the world of cultivation.

The dating reality show is here.

A signal of attraction. A couple in the throes of new love. Let's fall in love.

Xie Weixing yawned and raised an eyebrow slightly.

If you're going to cultivate immortality, then just be a typical overpowered protagonist.

"The Spirit Sword has been tempered by a thousand years of wind and frost," Yu Xintang said, "It possesses spirit, nature, and obsession. Not to mention the Phoenix Sword, which ranks second on the World's Divine Swords List, it is certainly not an easy weapon to obtain."

"It's not just hard to take," Shen Chunri said meaningfully, lightly gathering the vines in his sleeve with his fingertips, "If you're not a phoenix maiden, you're not even qualified to take it."

As soon as he finished speaking, several sharp, piercing sounds suddenly erupted from all directions, and the sound of flutes echoed far and wide, carrying the sharpness of various spells straight towards Nie Zhao.

The people from the Dao Seeking Sect have actually shown up here!

A dark green light swirled in Su Boyu's hands, increasing the spiritual power of his fellow disciples.

Yan Chenxiao's face was gloomy, with a large handprint on his face, probably from being slapped by Huo Jiangmei.

His eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he hoarsely roared, "Xie Weixing, I'll kill you!"

Several streams of magical light pierced through the mist, striking directly at the vital points of the group. The moves were cunning and ruthless, clearly the result of long-term planning.

Huo Jiang raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

Nie Zhao is drawing his sword, and he cannot be hindered in the slightest. With only one Nascent Soul cultivator and three Golden Core cultivators remaining, and with their unexpected attack, they are sure to win.

At that time, the Phoenix Sword will be hers.

As expected, the panicked dodging did not occur with the other party.

The magical weapon that had been coiled around the red-clad youth's waist suddenly broke free from its confinement. A black and red whip, imbued with violent spiritual power, soared into the air, its dragon scale patterns gleaming, carrying the power of dragon blood.

He slashed fiercely at Yan Chenxiao, who was attacking from the front!

Yu Xintang lit a talisman at her fingertips and chuckled softly, "Little snake, a fight's brewing."

Shen Chunri raised his hand, unleashing a deluge of vines, seemingly excited, his expression utterly wicked: "You bunch of rotten fish are still alive?"

Tan Suiting held his sword, seemingly bored, and couldn't even muster the interest to fight.

Xie Weixing is even more pretentious.

He didn't even turn his head, a flippant smile curving his lips as he casually said, "From the moment you stepped into this sword mist, you haven't been able to hide your presence even a little bit."

The Sword Tomb can distribute the pressure, meaning the more people there are, the less pressure there is.

The pressure was the same on all levels below the third floor, but when I got down to this level, I actually felt a bit more relaxed.

Even his bangs fell back down.

If he can't find anyone, then his brain is probably good enough to feed Su Boyu.

Yes, this time it's the vain charm of the melancholic male god coming to the fore.

"Bang!"

Several loud explosions rang out in succession, and Yan Chenxiao was suddenly sent flying, his chest aching, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The attack launched by the group from the Dao Asking Sect was completely shattered by Wen Longlin's whip, and the scattered spiritual energy caused the surrounding sword mist to surge endlessly.

Su Boyu's pupils constricted, her face filled with disbelief: "How did you know?!"

Xie Weixing turned around, raised his hand and gripped the long whip tightly. His bangs swayed slightly with the movement, and his eyes were full of sympathy: "With such meager skills, you dare to launch a sneak attack in front of me?"

If you're so brainless, just go and enjoy a bath with a guy. Why do you have to use tactics? Are you going to confess or not?

Huo Jiangmei glared at Su Boyu: "Didn't you say it was foolproof? What's with that whip?!"

Her teeth chattered as she spoke.

What a terrifying magical artifact, imbued with endless bloodlust and murderous intent.

Forced into a corner and utterly humiliated, Su Boyu gritted her teeth and waved her hand, "Attack together! The Phoenix Maiden is drawing her sword; they're stretched thin!"

Huo Jiangmei gritted her teeth.

There's no other way; things have come to this point, we have no choice but to stick to this path.

"Let's do it!"

The remaining group immediately split into two: Yan Chenxiao attacked Nie Zhao with all his might, while Huo Jiangmei and Jiang Yinhuan went straight for Xie Weixing and the others.

Su Boyu gritted her teeth and used all her strength to lift the massive spirit-enhancing array behind her.

Tan Suiting's figure flashed away, sharp and fierce. His slender, fair fingers suddenly clenched, the knuckles stretching out cold, hard lines, and silver-blue lightning crackled and sputtered: "Annihilation Spell".

A muffled thud.

Yan Chenxiao felt a sudden numbness and weakness in half of his shoulder, and his meridians were aching and stinging from the invading fragments of lightning. His entire arm instantly stiffened.

The longsword slipped from his hand and rolled away.

He lost his balance, and his spiritual power dissipated like a river that had stopped flowing.

"You're nothing but an empty shell of a Nascent Soul cultivator," Tan Suiting said coldly, without even drawing his sword, his tone full of indifference. "I'll tear you apart with one punch."

"Bang--!"

Yan Chenxiao was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground, the shock causing a metallic taste to rise in his throat.

Tan Suiting did not stop. His figure was wrapped in lightning as he approached, the space beneath his feet violently collapsing. He coldly looked at Yan Chenxiao, who was sitting on the ground with fear in his eyes, and his voice was like a layer of frost: "This Phoenix Maiden is destined by Heaven. How dare she have wicked thoughts about Senior Sister's Phoenix Essence?"

The words had barely left his lips when he suddenly tightened his grip with a hidden rage: "Rip, Void, Shatter!"

The power of lightning, imbued with the tyrannical aura of the dragon race, swept out in an instant!

"Ah—!" Yan Chenxiao's whole body convulsed, lightning drilled into his meridians along his skin and flesh, tearing at his spiritual veins and roots, his mouth split open and blood spilled out, and his consciousness became hazy.

He threw his head back and howled in pain, accompanied by a clear cracking sound of his joints squeezing together.

Yu Xintang and Shen Chunri's faces twitched as they watched; even violent individuals like them couldn't bear to look.

"Does he have any chance of surviving, in Xiao Long's hands?" Yu Xintang's lips twitched.

"We told them to behave themselves a long time ago," Shen Chunri said gloatingly, his smile revealing undisguised malice. "They insisted on forcing Xiao Tan to lose his temper, and now he's asking for trouble."

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If I'm still burning out, I might update separately tomorrow. I've arranged to post a piece about Kunkun's e-sports days on Douyin, everyone go check it out hehe, the young Ti Xinghuang was so handsome.