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

Before entering the waiting area, you must draw lots.

The disciples participating in this selection are all outstanding members of their respective sects. Apart from those recommended by their sects, the rest have all gone through the first round of selection, and there are about three hundred of them.

In previous years, only a handful of people, around twenty or so, could advance to the second round of the competition.

When a sect accepts disciples, it is not about quantity, but quality.

The more established a sect is, the stricter its rules. They only have a handful of direct disciples.

The Feng Hua Sect is even more selective. Feng Jilan has been the sect leader for twenty years, and he has only taken in Nie Zhao.

He once coldly declared during the sect's general election that when he accepted disciples, he only had four words: "Better to have none than to have bad ones."

I'd rather have only one disciple, Nie Zhao, than watch a bunch of useless people holding meetings; it's just too annoying.

These words angered the sect leader of Tianxuan Sect, and the two argued fiercely, almost coming to blows.

Xie Weixing looked up and saw Ren Wenxue on the high platform who glanced at him and then whispered to the head of the Flower Goddess Sect, as well as the head of the Heavenly Profound Sect who was watching coldly from the side.

Amidst the commotion, Su Boyu arrived with one-third of the main cast, who were not yet fully assembled.

Xie Weixing's eyelids twitched.

The Feng Hua Sect is indeed the biggest villain. Everywhere you look, there are enemies.

He hid behind Tan Suiting, his face buried in his hands: "Little Dragon Prince, stand to the side and block my way."

"Um?"

Shen Chunri leaned closer, looking quite innocent: "Who are you avoiding? Your ex-lover?"

"Heh," Xie Weixing sneered, "In my situation, I can only have old enemies."

Shen Chunri nodded in agreement: "That's true."

Tan Suiting blocked his way and asked in a low voice, "From Qingyu Sect?"

Xie Weixing nodded.

Are you afraid of them?

"They're all idiots. Would you be scared if you were in their shoes?"

Tan Suiting smiled and said, "Don't swear."

Xie Weixing gave a perfunctory "uh-huh" twice.

He didn't speak, but the mouths of the pigs behind him were not sewn shut.

Su Boyu spoke softly, "I think I heard someone mention Senior Brother's name at the door just now..."

Wen Fu interrupted, his tone revealing his utter disgust for the person being mentioned: "Bo Yu, he was expelled from Qingyu Sect long ago. Don't call him senior brother anymore, he doesn't deserve it."

Song Lingyue's slightly shrill voice rang out: "Yes, a cripple with no cultivation left, he's long since rotted away somewhere. Saying his name is just dirtying your own mouth."

Tan Suiting remained expressionless, but his hand, hanging by his side, gripped the hilt of his sword.

Xie Weixing pressed him down and whispered, "Calm down, Little Dragon Prince, impulsiveness is the devil."

During the sect elections, fighting in private is prohibited.

Say a few words, it won't hurt you.

There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with them later.

Su Boyu seemed a little embarrassed: "Back then... we shouldn't have let Xie Weixing leave. Besides our Qingyu Sect, who else would have been willing to take care of him?"

"Hmph," Wen Fu said coldly, "So what if he was taken back to Fenghua Sect? Do you think big sects are easy to talk to? He was just curious because he had five spiritual roots. Once the investigation revealed that he really had no spiritual power, he was immediately thrown out."

Su Boyu seemed to shake her head and sighed, "He's quite pitiful, but my senior brothers and sisters treated him so well before, and he wouldn't even give me one of their spirit cores..."

"This kind of person is used to being ungrateful," Song Lingyue said. "Don't worry, Bo Yu. We were good to him before, but he wasn't even one-thousandth as kind as you. Just thinking about what happened before makes me want to vomit."

Shen Chunri laughed angrily, his fist clenched, the poison bottle tightly gripped in his hand.

Xie Weixing quickly pressed down again: "Long live peace, little snake! A city is more beautiful when there is no litter on the ground."

After offering advice to this person, I'll offer advice to this one. None of my trips have been in vain.

Suddenly, a murmur of discussion arose from the crowd.

"The Dao Seeking Sect has arrived."

"That must be Yan Chenxiao."

"Yes, the number one swordsman of the younger generation."

"Having been honed by the Dao Seeking Sect until now, he missed the sect's grand selection during the last closed-door period. At the age of twenty-four, he is already at the late stage of the Golden Core realm."

"He is undoubtedly the champion of this year's sect election."

"Please, please don't let me draw him..."

Yan Chenxiao was followed by several disciples, who seemed to be from the Dao Seeking Sect as well. It was estimated that they would be taking in quite a few personal disciples this year.

Among the crowd, he looked specifically at Su Boyu.

"Long time no see," Yan Chenxiao smiled. "Thank you for your help in the Dragon Mountain Range last time."

People around them turned to look.

"Yan Chenxiao? Why is he talking to the disciples of Qingyu Sect?"

"That looks like the junior disciple of Qingyu Sect who specializes in medicine. He's quite good-looking."

Su Boyu pursed her lips, her vanity greatly satisfied: "It was nothing, Brother Yan, why bother to take it to heart?"

Yan Chenxiao looked at him with tenderness in her eyes: "Of course I will always keep it in mind. I hope you can come to the Daoist Sect."

"But...but I'm a medicine cultivator." Su Boyu lowered her eyes in disappointment.

"If I were to make the introduction, that would be fine." Yan Chenxiao said briefly, then straightened up. "With such a high talent for medicine, the sect leader will surely make an exception and accept you as a disciple."

Su Boyu looked up, her eyes bright: "Really?"

Yan Chenxiao smiled and nodded, then went back to sit down.

"The first medicine cultivator personally accepted by the Dao Seeking Sect... that's quite an honor."

"I didn't expect Qingyu Sect to produce such a remarkable figure this year. The disciple with the lightning spiritual root next to him also seems to have good talent."

"After all, he is the number one sword cultivator among the direct disciples of all sects in this generation, so the elders of the Dao Asking Sect still have to give him some face."

[Sorry, it's Little Jade's turn to run.]

[Focus only on Su Boyu, the sole protagonist of "The Pretty and Adorable Junior Brother is Going to Be Kissed to Tears by His Brothers," and don't let other supporting characters try to piggyback on his fame.]

[In the original book, Xiaoyu entered the Dao Seeking Sect and became the personal disciple of the number one medicine cultivator in thousands of years.]

[Make way, make way! This is my precious baby! She's so adorable, so naturally adorable, so effortlessly adorable, so effortlessly adorable! She's the number one little beauty in the cultivation world, none other than Yu Yu!]

Our little Yu Bao got her position through her own hard work, unlike some people who only deserve to get in through connections.

[Some cult has infiltrated! Evil spirits, begone!]

[Heaven is round, earth is square; laws are in nine chapters. The seven-star lamp guides the way; demons and monsters, heed my command! So be it!]

[This won't work; let's get Lam Ching-ying here.]

[I can't help but laugh when I see you bunch of crazy women. You must be grinding your teeth in frustration when you look up and see the name "Xie Weixing" written on the observation room door.]

[Yes, those guarantors like Yan Chenxiao aren't considered nepotism cases, but those sent in openly and honestly by the Feng Hua Sect are. You can continue.]

I often find myself laughing because the people I argue with online have incredibly low IQs.

Upon hearing someone mention "the number one sword cultivator," Tan Suiting's eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced sideways.

Upon seeing this, Su Boyu moved closer and asked, "Your Highness, you are also a sword cultivator, aren't you?"

He had already seen that Tan Suiting was sitting in front of him, but he couldn't find an opportunity to strike up a conversation with him.

The disciple's back also seemed somewhat familiar, but Su Boyu's gaze fell on a strand of silver hair in his hair ornament, and she dismissed her guess.