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

"Yu Xintang," she frowned, red marks still visible around her nose and eyes, "stop fooling around, get up!"

A few people stood up, helping each other up.

"Stand still, all of you stand still," Feng Yu had a terrible headache and felt he might as well go back to his seclusion. He held his forehead with one hand and waved the other, "Hurry up."

Several people stood in a row in the Hall of Longevity, their hair a complete mess, as if they had just been in a fight.

Nie Zhao said coldly, "Report the number. One."

"two……"

"three?"

"Four!"

"……five."

"Now that you know your senior sister is good to you, you should listen to her from now on, understand?" Feng Jilan said sternly with a cold face. "After resting in the disciples' quarters today, start cultivating seriously tomorrow. Don't be idle all day long. The sect competition, which takes place once every ten years, will begin in a year, and you will all have to participate."

"The Grand Sect Competition?" Yu Xintang frowned. "It's the competition that all sects in the Three Realms have to participate in. Should we go?"

The sect competition is open to all disciples under the age of one hundred. Each sect or school can only send one team.

Not only will the three continents of the Spirit Realm participate, but the Demon Realm and the Cloud Realm will also participate.

Various sects, including those in seclusion, from Yanzhou, Qingzhou, and Jingzhou, led by the five major sects, will participate.

But for the Feng Hua clan, it's far too early.

After all, the age limit for participating is under 100 years old, which means that many of the sects' current generation of disciples are 50 or 60 years older than them.

They are all chosen ones, with an extra fifty or sixty years of cultivation time, which is no joke.

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Yao crossed her arms. "When your master and senior uncle participated in the competition, we were only in our forties or fifties. That year, we were the youngest team in the Three Realms Sect Competition, but we also won the sect championship."

"During those ten years, the top sect among the five major sects," Fu Yao turned her head to look at them, a smile on her lips, "was named Feng Hua."

Xie Weixing asked curiously, "Then why have you dropped to fifth place now?"

He seemed to remember hearing someone mention during the previous selection of personal disciples that the Dao Asking Sect was the number one of the five major sects in the three states of the Spirit Realm.

"It's all your master's fault," Fu Yao shrugged. "He keeps saying 'better to have none than to have bad ones,' preferring to die without anyone burning paper money for them rather than take in a brainless idiot. Other sects' direct disciples can already participate in the competition, and our Xiao Zhao was only brought back now. Are we supposed to send a twelve-year-old Qi Refining Realm girl to fight against a Nascent Soul Realm or a Void Realm cultivator?"

Nie Zhao's lips twitched slightly.

"We can't exactly go and fight, can we?" Fu Yao said helplessly. "We're all sect leaders now, what kind of talk is that? Feng Hua Sect hasn't participated in the sect competition for almost a hundred years. If it weren't for the fact that your master, your senior uncle, and I have relatively high cultivation levels, we would have been kicked out of the top five sects, okay?"

"So," Tan Suiting raised his eyes, "our purpose for this trip is to claim the honor of the Huifeng Hua Sect?"

"Hey," Feng Yu raised his hand, "That's not what I meant. I didn't necessarily want you to take first place. After all, the age gap of several decades is quite terrifying. Your opponents are all the pride of their respective sects. Under a hundred years old, there are many Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, and even some in the Void Realm."

Feng Jilan nodded and hummed: "The main purpose of this participation is to let you gain experience, feel what it's like to compete with other geniuses, find the gap between you, and stop being so arrogant and thinking you're the best in the world."

He glanced at Xie Weixing: "Especially you."

Then he shifted his focus to Tan Suiting: "And you too."

He moved his gaze to Nie Zhao's face and said, "And you too."

Xie Weixing gave a soft snort, crossed his arms, and glanced at the ceiling: "Bullying the weak, shameless. They better beat me into submission, otherwise I'll definitely win by stepping on their faces."

"I'm very pleased with your spirit," Feng Jilan patted his shoulder, his gaze sincere. "But please, have some mercy and leave us old folks some peace and quiet. Don't let a sect competition cause a bloodbath, and then the Feng Hua Sect be besieged by other sects afterward. I'll thank God and thank your ancestor for protecting us, okay?"

Xie Weixing looked at him and chuckled.

Feng Jilan's vision went black.

He might as well just pass away now.

"By the way, Uncle Master," Xie Weixing took out a pen from his pocket, "this is what we got from the stronghold that the Northern Imperial Guard planted in Chidi. Take a look at what this is."

"Bang."

Feng Yu's knee bumped against the table leg, his eyebrow twitched, and he looked up: "Where did you say you got it from?"

Xie Weixing lowered his eyelids, speaking rapidly and indistinctly: "We wiped out the stronghold that the Northern Imperial Guard had planted in Nanchuan, killing everyone except this one."

"Bang--!"

Feng Jilan suddenly stood up and threw the teacup forcefully at him: "You little brat—! You really dare to do anything, don't you! Xie Weixing! You even dared to rob Bei Yusi—aren't you courting death!"

"Hey, hey, old man, don't hit me—" Xie Weixing dodged to the side, "Senior sister knows too!"

Feng Jilan turned his head sharply and said sternly, "Speak!"

Nie Zhao trembled and quickly explained what had happened.

"I went in to investigate and found out that there were only two Nascent Soul cultivators inside, and the rest were all Golden Core or Foundation Establishment cultivators," she said, spreading her hands. "Plus, we were disguised as members of the Blood Moon Hall, so we had nothing to worry about."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jilan breathed a sigh of relief, sat down again, and looked up to ask, "Are you hurt?"

"You're injured," Tan Suiting said abruptly.

"What?" Feng Jilan frowned. "Where are you injured? How serious is it? Let your senior uncle take a look."

Tan Suiting raised his hand and pointed to the spot where Xie Weixing had just been hit. He then turned around, slightly raised his buttocks, and finally turned back, calmly saying, "The most serious injury is this."

He pointed at Feng Jilan and said in a flat tone, "You did it."

……

Everyone:

Fu Yao covered her forehead, trying to suppress her laughter. Her whole body was trembling. She took a deep breath and let out a painful sob.

Feng Yu turned his head away, hiding his smile, and shook his head helplessly.

Feng Jilan slumped back in his chair, sighing as he longed to wake up and enjoy his newfound happiness. He pondered how his obedient and sensible disciple had been corrupted by Xie Weixing, that mischievous monkey.

Feng Yu picked up the pen and examined it carefully with his eyes lowered.

"Anyway, I spared that steward's life before I left," Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow. "Given the speed of the Northern Imperial Guard, she definitely wouldn't be dead when he arrived. The Northern Imperial Guard and the Blood Moon Hall would have to tear each other apart, let alone cooperate."

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