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

In April, the flowers in the main city of Jingzhou are in full bloom, and the ground is covered with fallen delicate petals and emerald green leaves.

A young man dressed in red and black riding and archery attire stood atop a tall steed, his brows and eyes languid and carefree, his jawline clean and soft, his lips pale, and his peach blossom eyes with a natural, slightly curved corner, carrying a hint of nonchalant cunning. The youthful spirit intertwined with a hidden sharpness, the reins wrapped around the back of his right hand several times, his other hand hanging at his side, as he slowly moved forward.

"Whose lineage is this? It's so..."

A chorus of voices rose and fell around them, and even sachets and handkerchiefs were thrown out.

"They seem to be from the Feng Hua Sect."

"Feng Hua Sect? It hasn't participated in the sect competition for a hundred years, yet it still exists in the world."

"I only heard that the young prince of the Dragon Clan is in the Feng Hua Sect. I don't really have any other impressions. They have been quiet for many years and are too low-key. But they are still an old sect."

"I've never seen this person before, do you know them?"

"A strand of hair on his forehead has turned white; he's probably a hybrid of a human and a non-human race."

Behind the boy, a crimson glow that had burned away the clouds and smoke came into view first.

The woman in red had a cold and aloof look in her eyes, a porcelain-white face that was both cool and stunning, and a fiery red longsword at her waist. Her expression was calm, and her beauty was sharp and proud.

The girls around her were chattering and making a ruckus, completely lacking their usual composure.

"Who is she? She's so tall and beautiful."

"She doesn't look that old, but how come she has such a strong aura? I feel like my whole body gets hot just by looking at her."

"Wait a minute, I think I know. I've seen the mark between her eyebrows in a book, and the sword at her waist."

"...Could it be that guy from Nanchuan Chidi?"

Almost everyone gasped in shock.

"You mean the Phoenix Maiden?"

"When did she go to Feng Hua Sect?"

In the southern land, the Phoenix Maiden of this lineage possesses a sword that will forever have only one name: Feng Zhi, signifying that when the sword is drawn, the phoenix descends upon the world, and all beasts come to pay homage.

Nie Zhao ignored him, feeling that it was wrong of him to agree to Xie Weixing's request to ride into the city on horseback to show off. Their group was too conspicuous.

Following closely behind her, a handsome young man in a jade crown and purple robes slowly appeared. He had a pair of narrow fox eyes with slightly upturned corners, which did not appear frivolous but rather gentle and refined. His smile was just right; any more would be unrestrained, and any less would be cold. His expression was neither too close nor too distant, and he had a perfect grasp of the situation.

The discussion among the crowd intensified.

"Does the Feng Hua Sect admit disciples based on their looks? How come everyone here is so outstanding in appearance?"

"It's just... too flashy."

Yu Xintang heard this, pressed down her lips, raised her hand to touch her eyebrows, and engraved Xie Weixing's golden words into her bones.

remember--

The ultimate way to show off is to stay silent and let others do the talking.

The people along the street were extremely excited, watching the handsome young men whose horses' hooves kicked up a shower of petals, and they only regretted that they hadn't brought ten or eight handkerchiefs and ten or eight sachets.

Behind the group was a young girl, sandwiched in the middle. She was wearing a light green jacket and skirt and seemed quite irritable from the bright sun. She kept looking down, tugging at the horse's mane, and pouting listlessly.

It seems they don't really want to ride a horse.

Yu Xintang turned around and glanced at him: "Little snake, don't space out."

Shen Chunri then looked up and said "Oh".

The girl's long, dark green hair was tied into two buns, with a few loose strands falling around her ears. Dark blue snake scale patterns were embroidered on the cuffs and hem of her skirt. Her face was bright and lively, with thin and relaxed eyebrows, a small and straight nose, and round eyes. Her pupils were like green jade stones soaked in a clear spring. When she looked up, her eyes sparkled, and her joy and anger were all written on her face.

"So cute, whose little sister is she?"

"Judging from the hair and eye color, they're probably from the snake clan, but I don't know which kind of snake."

"Why do all the disciples of the Feng Hua Sect look so young? Are they in such a hurry to participate in the sect competition?"

"If we don't participate this year, we'll be kicked out of the top five sects. But bringing a little girl along to make up the numbers, I really have a brains."

"That's right. I heard that the Dao Seeking Sect has Taixu Realm cultivators participating this year. They'll know how powerful it is when their Dao Hearts are completely destroyed by such a blow."

As the group was still discussing, they suddenly felt a cold gaze upon them.

A young man dressed in a pale white, narrow-sleeved riding outfit rode his horse slowly into the city, making his figure appear even more upright and aloof. His white hair was tied high with a black jade hair crown, his skin was pale and cool, and a royal blue earring hung from his right ear, swaying slightly with his movements. His jawline was sharp and distinct. The young man held the reins lightly with one hand, and his tall horse slowly walked through the crowd. He looked down from above, his eyelashes casting a light shadow, and his heterochromatic eyes were calm and unwavering.

"Who is this? Their aura is too strong."

"What is Feng Hua Sect planning this year? All their direct disciples are so young?"

"But that's just how it is. Everyone knows how strict Feng Jilan is in accepting disciples. Countless geniuses have been belittled by him, so it would be strange if anyone went to Feng Hua Sect."

"White hair and heterochromia... why does that sound familiar?"

"A single earring... could it be from a dragon?"

"Didn't they say the young prince of the East Sea was in the Feng Hua Sect? This is it."

The group made quite a splash; before they even reached the restaurant arranged by the Daoist Sect, they were covered in sachets and handkerchiefs.

"What's this?" Shen Chunri frowned, picked up the sachet from Nie Zhao's body and smelled it. "It smells quite nice."

Nie Zhao showed no expression.

"That's how the customs are in Jingzhou City," Fu Yao explained casually. "Girls ride horses along the streets, and girls throw sachets at whoever they like, while men throw handkerchiefs at whoever they like."

Shen Chunri pondered for a while, then suddenly realized, "Why don't I have it?"

Tan Suiting glanced at her and said calmly, "Why would a child who isn't even skilled at riding a horse exist?"

Shen Chunri opened her mouth wide: "Who are you calling a child? I'm your senior sister, Tan Suiting! If I'm a child, then what are you? A baby?"

Tan Suiting didn't want to argue with her, afraid of getting bumped in the butt again, so he turned around and hid next to Xie Weixing.

Yu Xintang flicked her bangs. "Don't you think we're all exceptionally good-looking? Especially me, I'm practically the dream lover of countless young men and women!"

Tan Suiting glanced at him and said calmly, "Only vengeful ghosts like to visit dreams."

Yu Xintang:?

"Alright, stop arguing," Fu Yao said, arms crossed. "Go to your rooms and rest. The sect competition starts tomorrow. If you dare to lose, you'll be in big trouble."

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