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

Unexpectedly, he suddenly spoke up. Tan Suiting tilted his head and glanced at him, then remained silent.

"You're amazing too," Su Boyu said with her most adorable smile. "The number one swordsman isn't necessarily Brother Yan."

[Who wouldn't love a pretty girl like that?]

[You know what, even though he's not good at cultivation, he's really good at flirting. No wonder he's the most popular protagonist.]

[I agree with the comment above, but I still prefer to see Xie Weixing's overpowered protagonist storyline.]

Hearing this, Shen Chunri turned to look at him and sneered, "Do you need to tell me? Our Xiao Tan is the best."

I've disliked these people for a long time. They just said such nasty things about Xie Weixing, and now they want to curry favor with me.

Su Boyu had never been treated like this before, and was stunned for a moment.

Song Lingyue, standing nearby, was the first to express her indignation: "Fellow Daoist, my junior brother was just expressing concern. Did you have to be so rude?"

Shen Chunri rolled his eyes: "You were just calling me Brother Yan, and now you're starting to research our Feng Hua Sect. Oh, you're really something. Oh, the number one sword cultivator might not be him. Are you a master of face-changing? You're such a good actor. Do you get to decide who's stronger? Three broken Foundation Establishment cultivators, who are they? Our Xiao Tan started Qi Refining at six, Foundation Establishment at twelve, and Core Formation at sixteen. Everyone knows he's the number one genius in the entire cultivation world, unprecedented in history. Do you need to tell me how strong he is?"

Xie Weixing secretly clapped his hands and gave a thumbs up.

Shen Chunri is the world's number one person who shares his views, the number one person who knows what he wants to say, and the number one person who respects the Foundation Establishment Realm.

[I'm so happy!]

[Shen Mei, I won't allow anyone to disobey you]

[The ultimate trash-talking machine after Xie's father has arrived!]

[Actually, it was Xie Weixing who led her astray! Who would have thought that Shen Mei was once a cute girl who only stayed in the alchemy furnace room?]

[After seeing Shen Chunri's cowardice, people forget that she's actually a green-haired, green-eyed snake woman focused on concocting poisons; everything she does is authoritative.]

[Why does this person speak so rudely? No wonder their sect was wiped out later; they deserved it.]

[Yeah, I hope the main characters are a bit ruthless when they kill her later, her mouth is so foul.]

[Sister, I don't know you. Please don't hurt my darling, okay? If you want to protect your little jade treasure, then protect it. I have no intention of competing with you.]

I just want to hold my little mouth and live a good life for Shen Mei!

Wen Fu frowned: "Just because you're from a major sect, does that give you the right to speak so rudely?"

Su Boyu stopped him, her eyes filled with tears, looking extremely aggrieved. She forced herself to speak, "I only saw that His Highness the Crown Prince was not in a good mood and thought he was troubled by this matter, so I offered my words of comfort. If I have offended you, I will apologize. You don't need to press me so hard and say such unpleasant things."

After saying this, he glanced at Tan Suiting with tears in his eyes and a hint of fear in his eyes.

Shen Chunri frowned.

What are they babbling on and on, trying to play the victim and shift the blame? Sorry, they snakes can't understand them.

Having just been insulted by those three bastards, Xie Weixing felt no remorse and retorted without hesitation, "I have even harsher insults to say, I'm saving them so you don't lose face. Do you want to hear them?"

Wen Fu pointed at her: "You!"

"Silence," the sect leader of the Dao Asking Sect on the high platform ordered.

The entire room fell silent. Song Lingyue glared hatefully at Shen Chunri, while Wen Fu, with a gloomy expression, wiped away Su Boyu's tears and whispered words of comfort.

"This sect election aims to select outstanding young people. No one may be killed or maimed," the sect leader of the Dao Asking Sect said solemnly, using a loudspeaker technique so everyone present could hear clearly. "Forbidden techniques, forbidden drugs, and all other prohibited items are strictly forbidden..."

The old man was still muttering to himself up there.

Xie Weixing grasped Tan Suiting's hand and whispered, "Dragon Palace, that Yan guy, that twenty-four-year-old late-stage Golden Core cultivator, is just a show-off who's eaten pig feed for a few more years. Don't listen to those people's stupid talk. If it weren't for you, I would have killed myself by smashing my head against a wall if I weren't the number one sword cultivator."

"Exactly," Shen Chunri leaned over, the two of them resting on Tan Suiting's legs, one on each side. "If he were eighteen like you, he'd probably be scavenging pig manure somewhere. Your sword intent is something even Senior Sister would admire. Those three behind him are dead, what nonsense are they spouting? Don't pay them any attention."

As proud as the Dragon Prince, how could he remain unmoved upon hearing another peer be called the "Number One Swordsman," and how could he be overjoyed upon hearing a random person say, "I believe you are also very powerful"?

Xie Weixing clicked his tongue twice: "He looks like a dead thing with yin overpowering yang, all he thinks about all day is flirting with fellow cultivators and playing dual cultivation. I feel like he can't withstand two of your swords, really."

Tan Suiting looked ahead, expressionless, and after a long while spoke in a very indifferent tone.

I think so too.

*

The competition started from the beginning and ended, with a total of 335 disciples participating.

Number 1 will compete against Number 335, Number 2 against Number 334, and so on.

Xie Weixing rested his chin on his hand, watching the fight on the field with a sense of boredom.

Two people rushed onto the stage, saying, "Hello, please enlighten me," and then they started fighting. They fought again, and then said, "I'm sorry, there's no sect to choose from, so you're all off the stage."

He was so sleepy that he leaned against Shen Chunri and kept yawning.

Tan Suiting ranked high in the lottery.

"Number 71 and number 265. Please come up to the stage for the competition."

"It's time for a chat," Shen Chunri nudged him. "Hurry up, don't doze off."

Xie Weixing slowly woke up.

Yes, he was still interested in watching His Highness the Crown Prince's competition.

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow when he saw who was coming on stage.

The person who faced off against Tan Suiting was actually Wen Fu.

Enemy road is narrow.

If you say that, then I'm not sleepy anymore.

Shen Chunri snorted coldly: "Xiao Tan should teach him a lesson and beat him to death. He's a scoundrel."

Wen Fu looked at the person in front of him, his eyes filled with resentment at his bad luck.

How did I end up drawing this god of death?

There was also a hint of resentment in his heart.

He believed his talent was not bad, and he wanted to see what kind of gap existed between him and this legendary number one genius in the cultivation world.

How extraordinary must he be to warrant Junior Brother Bo Yu personally showing him goodwill, only to be ignored?

"Wen Fu, disciple of Qingyu Sect, with a lightning spiritual root, is a sword cultivator." Wen Fu picked up his sword. "Please enlighten me."

"Tan Suiting, of the Eastern Sea Taixu Dragon Clan." He did not wield a sword, but was dressed in a light robe, the fabric of which was light and airy. The flowing sleeves swayed in the wind, and his hair was tied up with a jade crown. He simply stood quietly on the platform, as if making the snow in the world feel ashamed of itself.

This person, dressed in a cool and aloof white robe, possessed a sharp and flamboyant sword aura at his fingertips, carrying a faint killing intent. The lightning aura surrounding Zhou Shen was extremely intense.

Wen Fu also has a lightning spiritual root and has always been outstanding in talent among his peers, but today he was suppressed to the point of being unable to move.

[An extra chapter today!]