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

Nie Zhao walked at the front, followed by his junior brothers and sisters who were playfully bickering.

A figure appeared not far away.

The woman wore a light-colored tight-fitting outfit with red and gold threads wrapped around it. Her long, dark hair was half-tied up, with a few strands falling down her cheeks. She had slender shoulders and a graceful figure as she leaned against the railing and looked over.

It's obvious they came here specifically to wait for them.

"What do you mean, 'what'?" Shen Chunri blinked. "She looks familiar?"

"That guy who went to Wushan Tower for drinks and insisted on hidden charges, got beaten up by my senior sister and ran away in a panic," Xie Weixing said calmly, his mind momentarily blank, "What was his name again?"

Tan Suiting spoke up from the side, his tone indifferent: "Yun Yiwei."

Yu Xintang glanced at him and exclaimed, "Xiaolong, your memory is really good!"

Dragons are born with keen hearing and smell, high spiritual power, and good memory.

No wonder Xie Weixing always says he's cheating.

"Nie Zhao," Yun Yiwei said, her eyebrows and eyes were extremely beautiful, with the corners of her eyes deliberately elongated, "Your Fenghua Sect is arrogant enough. You only sent two people to the first competition. Do you know that this is an open declaration of war against all sects?"

Just as Jiang Yinhuan said, regardless of strength, it is a tacit rule of the sect competition that five people should participate, which shows mutual respect, unless the sect sends fewer than five disciples.

Clearly, this is not the case with the Feng Hua Sect.

A mysterious sect that had been dormant for nearly a century suddenly re-emerged in a year with the most prodigies, and the disciples it sent out were all teenagers with an average age of no more than twenty-six. They were bound to be labeled as weaklings as soon as they appeared.

Nie Zhao ignored her and casually waved her away, saying, "That's what we mean."

Declare war on everyone?

That's right.

That's exactly what they wanted to express.

They came here to fight. There can only be one number one spot on the overall leaderboard. They are rivals, so why are they acting all lovey-dovey?

Only those with strength deserve respect. Is it polite for the other party to mock and ridicule the Feng Hua Sect upon first meeting them? What obligation do they have to return the respect?

"Nie Zhao," Yun Yiwei raised her hand to stop her, her eyes were light-colored and her lips were dark, "If I draw Zixiao Palace tomorrow, I hope you can fight and give it your all in a battle with me."

Nie Zhao looked up, her eyes slightly blurry from the sunlight: "Hmm?"

Yun Yiwei was actually in Zixiao Palace.

Oh. I forgot she has a lightning elemental root.

"Did you hear that?" Yun Yiwei frowned.

Xie Weixing woke up early today and leaned against Tan Suiting, feeling sleepy. He sighed and asked, "Sister, aren't you busy drinking and whoring? What are you pretending to be so hardworking for?"

Go, Lu Xiao Kui!

Yun Yiwei glanced at him, but wasn't angry: "Wushanlou does business in Nanchuan in a reasonable and compliant manner. You don't need to provoke me with this. Besides, didn't you go there too? You met me at Wushanlou and were still able to condescendingly criticize me. You're quite shameless."

Xie Weixing turned to look at Yu Xintang, his face expressionless, his eyes filled with "Look what you've done."

Yu Xintang looked up at the sky.

Xie Weixing: "Hehe."

It's like thinking you're at a big star's concert, only to find out it's a crazy horse show, and then you want to turn around and leave, but someone sees you and asks if you're in such a hurry to leave because you're going to get a beating. It's a miserable feeling that makes you want to vomit.

Yu Xintang cleared her throat, looked at Yun Yiwei, and smiled gently: "We don't take a fancy to any girl and force her with our family background if she doesn't comply. It seems you also know that you don't have any other skills besides being born into a wealthy family."

Yun Yiwei laughed in anger, and slowly said, "A man like you wouldn't live long in this land."

"Is that so?" Yu Xintang smiled at her, her eyes curving slightly, but her words were cold. "I can make sure you don't live long anywhere."

The young master of Penglai Realm certainly had the confidence to say such a thing.

"The reason why men in the Chidi have a low status is because the bloodline is not passed down to men. Most men have very poor talents and no productivity. They can only rely on women to survive," Nie Zhao said calmly. "In the cultivation world, the strong are respected. Regardless of gender, the weak will be looked down upon everywhere. Yun Yiwei, if you want to regard the entire cultivation world as Chidi, then your life should be coming to an end soon."

"Is that so?" Yun Yiwei smiled, seemingly without any reservations. "Let's get back to the point, Nie Zhao. I hope to have a match with you."

"As you wish. If I draw Zixiao Palace, I will participate," Nie Zhao said, looking at her. "Now, get out of my way, you're blocking my way."

Yun Yiwei smiled, nodded in satisfaction, and actually crossed her arms and walked to the side.

Just as Nie Zhao was about to leave with his men, he paused slightly when he looked up.

The sky was high and the wind was strong at the Daodao Sect. Pink petals fluttered in the wind as a group of people slowly walked towards them.

The girl leading the group had her bright red hair tied up in a high ponytail, the color of which was slightly lighter, like clouds and rosy hues. A golden phoenix-shaped hair ornament was inlaid with crimson pearls, with the pearl tassels hanging down and swaying gently with her steps.

Nie Shiyun.

She saw Nie Zhao, her clear and sharp rose-red phoenix eyes pausing slightly.

The group from Tianxuan Sect slowed their pace.

"Long time no see," Wei Qiqing said. "I never expected that Fenghua Sect would participate in this year's sect competition. It's quite a surprise."

Shen Chunri crept closer and slowly asked, "Who is this? They look familiar."

"Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, scabbard, glue," Tan Suiting pointed out a few keywords, frowning as he turned his head slightly. "How come you don't remember anything? A snake's memory only lasts a year?"

"Hehe," Shen Chunri laughed awkwardly, "I have to memorize so many herbal medicine prescriptions every day, how could I possibly remember these?"

"Did you receive the letter I wrote to you?" Nie Zhao spoke slowly to the girl, his tone stern and slightly cold.

She had no intention of paying any attention to Wei Qiqing; instead, she only looked at Nie Shiyun.

For a moment, Wei Qiqing looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Received." Nie Shiyun's tone was indifferent. Her collar was neatly tailored, and white gauze draped like clouds over her shoulders. Her earrings were adorned with green jade and red and yellow beads.

"Why don't you reply?" Nie Zhao asked.

"Is this necessary?" Nie Shiyun looked up at her, her tender red lips parted. "We weren't supposed to be in a relationship where we could exchange emails, were we?"

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow.

Oh ho ho, why does the rebellious phase come in waves?

Tan Suiting frowned slightly.

That's really hurtful.

"I am your sister," Nie Zhao said coldly, enunciating each word clearly, "You must let me know that you are safe and sound."

"There's no need for that. I've already said it before, my life or death is none of your business," Nie Shiyun said coldly. "Nie Zhao, what I want to tell you today is that I also want the right to inherit the Nanchuan Chidi."

The Nie family's inheritance has always been passed down to the strong, so it is an unwritten rule in the millennia-old tradition that the Phoenix Maiden is destined to take over Chidi.

Nie Zhao was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "You want to avenge your father, you want to change the rules of Chidi."

"Yes," Nie Shiyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, but her eyes were cold and sharp as she said, word by word, "I don't want generations of people in Nanchuan to live as pathetic as you and I."

"I will never again let anyone's father," she raised her eyes, "be driven to death by these cannibalistic rules."