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

Sitting next to him, Rong Juyan also raised his head, leaned back in his chair, and slightly raised his chin, adopting a posture of listening attentively.

"I heard he was seriously injured at Ten Thousand Swords Mountain," Jiang Yinhuan said calmly. "I don't know what his cultivation level is now, but five years ago in the Sword Tomb, he was already close to the Nascent Soul stage. His strength is very solid, not something he achieved through pills. He also seems to have a whip. That magical weapon is very evil; I've never seen it before."

"There's also the Dragon Prince," Yan Wuyou hissed. "I've heard of him. He has top-grade dual spiritual roots in the lightning space and is the number one genius in the cultivation world in a thousand years."

Lin Qiaoyu frowned: "Senior sister, is he really that powerful?"

Huo Jiangmei glanced at her, and although she was unconvinced, she nodded: "Yes. When he first entered the Nascent Soul Realm, his strength was already terrifying. Putting aside his explosive power, his overall strength was definitely not inferior to Nie Zhao's."

"Among them is a medicine cultivator who is even more violent than the physical cultivator. He has the bloodline of the Azure Serpent. He looks young, but he is ruthless and vicious," Jiang Yinhuan sneered. "The old rule of dealing with the medicine cultivator first in a fight probably doesn't count in the Feng Hua Sect."

Lin Qiaoyu's lips twitched: "After all that talk, they're this powerful? We're going to fight them? Don't be ridiculous."

She participated in two or three sect competitions. She narrowly lost to Yunjie in the first competition, but in the second competition, she and her fellow disciples won first place on the overall ranking of the three realms. However, she had never encountered such a strong opponent before.

It seems that the competition is indeed of unparalleled prestige, with all sides fielding their strongest lineups. Otherwise, the Feng Hua Sect would not have made a sudden comeback this year after a century of absence from the sect competition.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Huo Jiangmei raised an eyebrow. "Those few are indeed quite talented. After all, Sect Leader Feng is very discerning, and how could a disciple who has caught his eye be mediocre? But they are too young. I don't know why they are in such a hurry to come to the competition to show off. The tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind. Especially since they are so young."

"Hmm," Jiang Yinhuan nodded, twirling the Spirit Disturbance Flute between her slender fingers. "I've calculated that their average age is no more than twenty-six, and at most they're only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage. No matter how high their talent or how well they can fight across realms, they can't possibly fight against someone at the Void Realm."

After she finished speaking, Lin Qiaoyu felt a little relieved and turned her gaze to Rong Juyan in the corner of the room.

"Don't slack off," the dark-haired man said slowly, his sharp eyebrows slanting upwards to his temples, his long eyelashes lowered, covering the cold, deep pool in his eyes, "If you can't beat them, then you've lived twenty years in vain."

*

"So fair, so fair!" Xie Weixing, arms crossed, stood waiting for Tan Suiting at the bathhouse door, her eyes sparkling. "Young man, how come you're so fair-skinned? Are you naturally fair?"

Tan Suiting felt embarrassed by Xie Weixing's intense gaze. His ears would turn red when he was shy, and when his ears turned red, he would try to pull Xie Weixing away, no matter who came.

Yu Xintang passed by and saw this. She narrowed her eyes, stepped forward, and shoved the dyed-hair hooligans away, her eyes warning, "Are you starting your old habits again? I've wanted to ask you for a long time, where did you learn this bad habit of watching other people shower?"

Fu Yao happened to be passing by, and her lips twitched.

Xie Weixing laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking. He reached out and hugged her, spreading his hands helplessly, "There's nothing I can do, we're uncle and niece by the same master. It's genetic, do you have any ideas?"

Fu Yao laughed in exasperation, tilting her head to give him a warning look. With a forced smile, she said in a low voice, "When I was young and foolish, the Demon Lord was already hundreds of years old. Although I am lecherous, I have my limits. Little Dragon is not even twenty-five years old yet. You'd better act like a human being, Xie Xiaoshui."

Xie Weixing's smile froze.

Could you please stop reminding him of this? Haha.

"Don't even mention my senior brother," Tan Suiting said coldly, "he only looks at me and doesn't go out to look around."

Fu Yao: ?

"Yeah, right," Xie Weixing immediately became self-righteous, "I'm not looking around."

Fu Yao grabbed his ear, smiling on the surface but actually gritting her teeth: "Don't embarrass yourself in public, the Dao Asking Sect is right next door."

The Jingzhou Restaurant has an openwork design, allowing you to see the building opposite from this one.

"What are you still doing out so late?" A cold female voice rang out. A dignified and elegant woman in purple stood at the door of the Dao Seeking Sect's guest room and said sternly, "Why aren't you going in to rest? Tomorrow is the sect's grand competition. You still have the energy to sit here admiring the scenery and the moon? You have too many idle thoughts, don't you?"

Fu Yao trembled, somewhat incredulous.

Xie Weixing instantly felt like he'd been scolded too, and his lips twitched: "Who is this?"

He speaks like his high school homeroom teacher, with his perfect use of vocabulary and sentence structure.

Yu Xintang glanced sideways at him: "The elder leading the team from the Dao Seeking Sect, I think his surname is... Ning?"

Fu Yao gasped, lowered her head, and hid her face behind the others. She silently tugged at Yu Xintang's shoulder, asking him to stand in front of her.

Yu Xintang nearly fell flat on her face, her eyes wide with confusion: "Huh?"

Xie Weixing sensed something was wrong and looked up to exchange a glance with Tan Suiting.

"Junior Uncle," Tan Suiting slowly began, "do you know Elder Ning of the Dao Seeking Sect?"

Fu Yao nodded repeatedly, clearly looking down to avoid the question: "Yes."

"Do you have a grudge?" Shen Chunri approached unnoticed, with Nie Zhao following behind him. "Junior Uncle, you have quite a few enemies."

Fu Yao frowned and thought for a moment: "I wouldn't say that... I have a grudge against her, but I have done her a favor."

Xie Weixing became interested: "What happened? Tell me about it."

"What's it to you?" Fu Yao glared at him. "You little brats, what are you doing standing here so late instead of going home to sleep?"

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow: "If you don't tell me, I'll shout. I'll take the Little Dragon Prince and ask him myself."

He said he was about to leave.

"Are you looking for a beating?" Fu Yao quickly grabbed him. "Don't go, I'm telling you something."

Xie Weixing instantly became obedient, and several people leaned in to listen.

"We've known each other since we were young, back when we were both disciples of the sect. She had such a terrible temper, and she was especially targeting me," Fu Yao sneered, clearly unconvinced. "In the secret realm, I was the one who kindly saved her. She was poisoned by snake venom, and I risked my life to suck it out. But when she opened her eyes and saw me sucking the venom from her shoulder, that idiot spat at me and called me a pervert. Damn it, I should have just let her die."

"Just because of this? You've made an enemy of her?" Nie Zhao said coldly. "Then she's definitely not a good person."

Fu Yao licked her lips: "That's not entirely true."

Nie Zhao: "Hmm?"

Fu Yao clicked her tongue: "She insisted that I had molested her, so in a fit of anger I poured all the remaining snake venom into her mouth."

Everyone fell silent; not even a breath could be heard.

Fu Yao cautiously added, "I heard that she cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness, and that was her first kiss..."

"Bang."

Yu Xintang's face went blank, and she almost slipped and fell.

Tan Suiting had anticipated this and quickly caught him.

His Highness the Crown Prince remained expressionless, his blank expression conveying a sense of "I knew it all along, but I didn't expect you to be so shameless."

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Feng Yu is male, Fu Yao is female, Lin Qiaoyu is female, Rong Juyan and Yan Wuyou are male. Regarding "he/she/it," I've always used it quite well; "he" means male, and "she" means female.