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

Before setting off, Feng Jilan finally put aside his resentment and came over to give the group some earnest advice.

"Remember this when you leave: no one can harm the people of the Feng Hua Sect. As long as your senior uncle and I are alive, we will never let you suffer the slightest grievance."

Xie Weixing was a little touched and was about to say something heartfelt to make the old man happy.

Then Feng Jilan spoke again: "But if you insist on doing things that are worse than pigs and dogs, I will clean house."

Xie Weixing dared not move.

Shen Chunri chuckled and slowly shrank behind Tan Suiting.

"Of course," Feng Jilan laughed frankly, but in a sinister way, "If you dare to do anything behind my back that is outrageous and punishable by heaven and earth, your senior sister can also take my place in this role."

Nie Zhao, sword in hand, glanced sideways at him, his tone icy: "Yes. If you continue to bully men and women, the sect leader and elders won't need to lift a finger; I'll send you to your deaths first."

Xie Weixing gasped, silently took a half step back, and hid behind His Highness the Crown Prince with Shen Chunri.

Tan Suiting:

Is it too late to run away now?

*

Although the Feng Hua Sect is lenient in disciplining its disciples, they still maintain a very high level of prestige when they go out.

The sect leader and deacons ride on a flying magical artifact, while the personal disciples ride on a flying magical artifact.

The space was spacious and the seats were comfortable. Xie Weixing leaned against Tan Suiting and started to catch up on sleep.

When they were still a short drive from their destination, Shen Chunri woke him up.

"Senior sister is going to talk about the election rules, don't sleep."

Xie Weixing had also had a good sleep. He yawned, still leaning on Tan Suiting's shoulder, and looked at Nie Zhao opposite him.

"The purpose of the sect election is to select disciples with good character and outstanding talent for each sect. Therefore, the first rule is that no one may be maimed or killed. Once violated, the participant will be disqualified from the competition."

"Secondly, the order of appearance and opponents of the disciples will be determined by drawing lots, and the selection will be made by the elders or leaders of each sect. Only disciples who are selected by one or more sects can participate in the second round of the competition."

"It's going to be divided into two parts?" Shen Chunri asked.

"Naturally, to avoid a situation where two highly talented disciples meet but only one can enter the next round, regardless of the outcome of the first round, as long as the sect favors them, they can stay and participate in the second round."

Tan Suiting frowned slightly: "Wouldn't it be unfair if a medicine cultivator encountered a sword cultivator?"

In a one-on-one fight, alchemists are definitely no match for swordsmen.

The only medicine practitioner present, Shen Chunri, nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry," Nie Zhao waved his hand, "The second competition is between fellow cultivators, sword cultivators against sword cultivators, and medicine cultivators against medicine cultivators, so the situation you described will not occur."

Shen Chunri breathed a sigh of relief.

In this life, I hate sword cultivators the most, poking and prodding with a piece of iron. In this life, I hate talisman cultivators the most, drawing and sketching on a tattered piece of paper. In this life, I hate array cultivators the most, studying underhanded tricks in a book of yin magic. Only the medicine cultivators are gentle, kind, beautiful, generous, virtuous, and selfless, benefiting all living beings without seeking anything in return.

Xie Weixing spoke up: "We're from the Feng Hua Sect, but are there other sects we can choose from?"

Shen Chunri rested his chin on his hand: "Of course, you don't know, but in the last sect election, our senior sister was chosen by all five major sects."

She curled her lips into a smile and said, slowly and deliberately, "The other sects that didn't choose us weren't unwilling, but rather afraid."

That's absolutely true; the direct disciples are the lifeblood of the old men and women in each sect.

Anyone who wants to compete with the five major sects for disciples should first consider whether their sect's gates can withstand the onslaught of these powerful figures.

"Disciples chosen by two or more sects have the right to choose the other side. For you, it's just a formality."

After Nie Zhao finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Xie Weixing: "By the way, are you a sword cultivator or a talisman cultivator? Different cultivators need to register at different entrances."

Xie Weixing felt utterly bewildered: "Anything's fine. I can use a sword, I know a little about alchemy, I learned quite a bit about talismans from Master Yu, and if I had to pick one, I've also studied formations. What do you want me to learn?"

Nie Zhao: ...

Tan Suiting: ...

Shen Chunri: "You think you're so great, don't you?"

Finally, Feng Jilan stepped in and made the final decision, kicking Xie Weixing into the sword cultivator registration office.

The old man said, "Just make do with swordplay for now; becoming a rogue cultivator later isn't out of the question."

Tan Suiting lent him one of his spare Xuan Swords.

Xie Weixing exclaimed repeatedly, "Your East Sea Dragon Clan is truly a powerful and wealthy family, richer than a country!"

The two were dressed in the disciple robes of the Feng Hua Sect, and were also good-looking. They stood out as soon as they entered the registration area.

"The taller one of those two is the Dragon Prince, right? He's the number one genius in the cultivation world, having reached the Core Formation stage at 16."

"Who's that next to him?"

"I don't recognize him, but he's wearing Feng Hua Sect clothes."

"Hmm? Why does this look so familiar?"

Tan Suiting wrote his name in the register, then turned and handed the pen to Xie Weixing.

This e-sports kid, who only received nine years of compulsory education and never even went to university, has terrible handwriting.

The person in charge of registration looked at it for a while with a crooked expression, then confirmed, "Shoot... here?"

"Xie Weixing," he said, a slight smile playing on his lips, "the Weixing of 'the pale moon shrouded in clouds, still not awake.'"

He had memorized this poem in a rush, just so he could say it when no one could recognize what he had written, making a grand entrance and showing off.

The people around started discussing it.

"I remember now, wasn't that senior disciple of Qingyu Sect who was kicked out named Xie Weixing?"

"I also remember that I heard he started practicing Qi cultivation at the age of 12 and was a promising talent. Qingyu Sect was arrogant about him for a long time, but in the end, they found that he had no cultivation at all and was expelled from the sect a few days ago."

"No cultivation at all? Then why should he be allowed into the Feng Hua Sect? This kind of treatment is only for prospective disciples, right?"

"Perhaps they have connections. The Feng Hua Sect doesn't really concern itself with its disciples' cultivation anyway, so it's possible they're just using their name to represent them."

"Ha, what I despise most are these opportunistic people who only know how to scheme and plot."

"It's really boring that a piece of trash with no spiritual power can even participate in the competition."

"What did you say?" Shen Chunri, who had just finished registering with the medicine repairman, frowned, and Cangbi instantly wrapped around the man's neck.

"Ah!" Screams erupted.

"A snake! It's a snake!"

"Help!"

Xie Weixing saw that Cang Bi was running even faster than the others. If Tan Suiting hadn't been holding her back, she would have already retreated eight hundred meters away using the Lingbo Weibu technique.

"You dare to gossip about a disciple of the Feng Hua Sect?" The girl's delicate eyes narrowed slightly, her round eyes turning into vertical pupils, and pale green spiritual energy swirled around her. "If you want to die, just say so."

Upon hearing the words "Feng Hua Sect," the woman in peach-colored robes turned her head, her eyes filled with deep sarcasm.

Is this the direct disciple of the Feng Hua Sect?

She gave a cold laugh.

"Let go." A ball of fire swept over, forcing Cangbi back.

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, the gossipy people quickly scurried away.

Another burst of flame, imbued with spiritual energy, swiftly attacked.

"Thousand Threads Lock." Tan Suiting moved with lightning speed, his eyes calm. In a single breath, he stood in front of Shen Chunri, and the lightning ropes wrapped around the fireball, returning it to him without any politeness.

The woman in peach-colored clothes dodged and sneered, "Your Feng Hua Sect really has a temper bigger than its reputation. You're just a sect ranked last among the five major sects. You can't even speak to a mere disciple who hasn't even become a personal disciple yet."

The girl had a cold and beautiful face, with a pair of eyes that were proud and arrogant. Her dress was embroidered with a magnificent phoenix in gold thread, which was lifelike. Her lips were red and bold, yet she was still charming.

Hmm, what a typical villainous character.

As a long-time FPS gamer, Xie Weixing doesn't care about whether someone is male or female.

The man is sick, the woman is brain-dead, and anyone who crosses him will get yelled at.

"You bastard, if you can't stand me, just die." He spoke softly, "How dare you talk to your father like that."