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

The voice was not low, and the people around clearly heard it, all casting shocked glances at it.

Duan Qitian, who was high up, squinted slightly and looked over as well. He had already entered the Tai Xu Realm, so if he wanted to listen, he could naturally hear clearly.

Shen Chunri, still oblivious, scratched her eyelids and turned to look at Tan Suiting: "We were assassinated last night? I don't remember that."

Xie Weixing tilted his head and whispered, "Their skill level is too low; they didn't even manage to kill us."

"Your sect elders reacted so strongly," Fu Yao said with a smile, "Do you know them?"

The elders of the Qingyun Sword Sect felt a lump in their throats.

Duan Qitian and all the clans and sects were watching. Did she dare to say a single word?

After a moment, she could only tremble her lips and slowly shake her head, her eyes fixed on the earring between Fu Yao's fingers.

"Oh," Fu Yao withdrew her gaze, "then this thing."

The female elder was about to speak.

Fu Yao flipped her wrist.

"Click."

A crisp, delicate cracking sound rang out.

Fu Yao possessed superhuman strength, wielding the Cangming Heavy Sword as a dagger. The blood-stained earring, unable to withstand the spiritual power, shattered instantly as she closed her palms.

The white jade was crushed into powder, which spilled out through the gaps between her fingers, like a light snowflake, drifting down with the wind, with a few specks of powder clinging to her pale fingertips.

The objects that carried the last breath of their owners vanished in an instant.

The female elder shuddered.

Her face was filled with shock, her pupils trembled violently, and her eyes were visibly red, but she could only desperately hold back her tears.

Fu Yao withdrew her hand and smiled politely, "Alright. Now we can begin the competition."

[Holy crap, this is truly a villainous sect. Your sister Fuyao kills without batting an eye and even crushes her last relic in front of everyone. She could be put into any book and people would hate her to the core. She's practically a textbook example of a villain.]

[You think this isn't the case here?]

[But am I the only one who thinks she's too vicious...? This is just a character flaw, a lack of morals. The person is dead, is it really necessary? They were just following orders, they had family too, couldn't they at least leave some memories? Even their belongings had to be destroyed?]

[Did they say they wanted to kill anyone from the Feng Hua Sect? Why didn't she ask before randomly killing them? What if they were just probing her strength and didn't actually intend to kill her? Isn't Fu Yao just an evolved version of a delinquent, taking advantage of her high cultivation to disregard human life? Those who say she's cool probably don't have any relatives in real life, which is why they can empathize with a murderer so much.]

[OK, bro, I've detected some outrageous comments. Can I arrange for you to go and mourn for that dead person? If you have compassion, then act on it. There are plenty of people willing to show you kindness. Show us your moral high ground and your supposed goodness. Oh, what do you mean you have no obligation to go? Oh, so you're not speaking up for someone, but using the dead to create a self-righteous image, to demonstrate your unique perspective? You're much more vicious than Fu Yao then.]

[Yes, that's right. They're dead and can't see their loved ones. Come on, stand up. Don't look at the observation room yet. Hurry up and arrange a ghost marriage with them before the bodies get cold.]

[The moment you look in the observation room, your moral compass jumps to the top, and political correctness becomes all high and mighty. Judging the character is one thing, but judging the people who empathize with that character? You think you're so kind to attack real people because of a fictional character? People who wouldn't even pick up litter on the street get furious at virtual world behavior, immediately standing on their moral high ground to judge and fiercely display their own values—stop it!]

The comments section was buzzing with excitement. Xie Weixing raised his hand and rubbed the back of his ear. Tan Suiting had bitten him there yesterday, and the skin was a little raw.

The steward stood on the high platform: "First match, Feng Hua Sect, Zi Xiao Palace."

A murmur of discussion erupted from the crowd.

"The five major sects have faced off; the first match of the day was already so exciting."

"The fourth and fifth sons are a good match."

"Today's opponent is Zixiao Palace, Fenghua Sect can't possibly only send two people, can they?"

"The Purple Cloud Palace is not like the Azure Cloud Sword Sect. Pei Huaiyuan and Lin Fengque are still supporting the sect's disciples. Some people have already inquired about it. Their cultivation level is at least the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, and the other disciples also seem to be quite strong."

Before going on stage, Yun Yiwei glanced at Nie Zhao and slowly said, "Remember our promise."

Nie Zhao ignored her.

"Senior sister, let me go with you," Yu Xintang said, her pale purple brocade robe neatly draped over her shoulders. Her eyes were gentle, and she exuded an air of nobility. "I'll cooperate with you."

They fanned the flames and committed robbery.

Nie Zhao glanced at him: "Have you finished refining your Mirror of Mystery and Spirit Restoration?"

"Alright," Yu Xintang said without batting an eye, quickly opening her folding fan to cover her lips. "I passed the test with my senior master before I left home."

"Don't believe him, I'm serious," Xie Weixing said ruthlessly from the side. "He just had a sudden inspiration and scribbled some runes all over the place. If it weren't for my senior uncle, the spell alone would have blown him to pieces."

Yu Xintang turned her head, clearly dissatisfied: "Tsk."

"Senior sister," Tan Suiting said, a hint of expectation in her eyes, "take me with you."

"The Purple Cloud Palace has three late-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivators: Pei Huaiyuan, Lin Fengque, and Yun Yiwei," Fu Yao yawned. "The other two disciples are both in the early-stage Nascent Soul Realm, and their strength is considerable. Don't let your guard down."

Nie Zhao glanced at them and beckoned to Tan Suiting: "Go up and warm up."

Yu Xintang leaned back in her chair and sighed softly, "Why don't you trust me at all? I really have been practicing Jianxuan Fuling seriously."

Tan Suiting pursed his lips slightly, clearly pleased. Just as he was about to get up, he seemed to remember something else.

The next moment, he turned to Xie Weixing and asked softly, "Senior brother, may I go?"

Everyone: ?

Xie Weixing, who had been pondering, was startled by this and tilted his head in surprise, his lips remaining perfectly still: "Huh?"

Shen Chunri opened his mouth in shock, then slowly said, "Why are you asking him whether you're going to play or not?"

Yu Xintang's lips twitched: "Xie Weixing, tell me honestly, how did you bully that child again?"

"I didn't," Xie Weixing opened his mouth, "Go ahead, you can go, but be careful not to use your full strength, otherwise it will be difficult to fight later."

"Yes," Tan Suiting nodded slightly, stood up and replied, "Understood, Senior Brother."

The two walked onto the stage one after the other, both tall and slender.

Xie Weixing tugged at his eyelids and slightly raised his eyes.

Shen Chunri looked like he was looking for gossip.

Fu Yao's eyes were full of mockery.

Yu Xintang rubbed his hands together with a forced smile: "Xie Weixing, confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and you'll be punished severely. Tell me honestly what you did to Xiaolong, and your senior brother will spare your life."

Xie Weixing smacked his lips.

Speechless.