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

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.

"Aren't you taking a sword?" he asked with difficulty, frowning.

Tan Suiting's gaze was indifferent, and he parted his thin lips slightly, uttering two words as sharp as shattered jade and cracked ice: "I won't take it."

"Tan Suiting, you're seriously underestimating me!"

Yes, he was venting his anger on behalf of Xie Weixing.

Xie Weixing is a member of the Feng Hua Sect, he is one of his people. Not just anyone can casually slander him and then walk away nonchalantly.

"So what?" Tan Suiting calmly raised his eyes and said indifferently, "So what if you look down on people?"

During the sword fight, one of the swordsmen surprisingly did not wield a sword, leaving Wen Fu humiliated and pale-faced.

Shen Chunri mimicked his sarcastic tone: "Oh, you really look down on people! I'm looking down on you! So what! We, Xiao Tan, can look down on whoever we want! Go to hell if you have a problem with that?"

Xie Weixing rolled his eyes.

They're even imitating his swearing here.

He reached out and tugged at Shen Chunri, otherwise half of her body would have flown off: "Are you that excited, you snake spirit? If you really can't, go up and dance a little to liven things up."

Qiuya got married.

Wen Fu gritted his teeth and circulated his spiritual energy throughout his body.

Even if we're going to lose, we can't lose this badly.

"Shattered Star Thunder!"

He gathered all his strength and used the Foundation Establishment Technique given to him by the Qingyu Sect. He displayed himself from the very beginning and used his strongest attack to catch the enemy off guard.

Strands of hair swept across the boy's cool and aloof brows, and the neat hem of his clothes swirled in the air. Looking at the enormous, all-out attack filled with the power of lightning in front of him, his eyes remained calm.

"Your Highness, you don't even draw your sword, let alone dodge?"

"Too arrogant..."

"This Wen Fu has a mid-Foundation Establishment stage lightning spirit root, so his talent is quite good. Your Highness, as a sword cultivator, doesn't use a sword in the competition, and doesn't even dodge or yield. This is really a bit arrogant."

Looking into those unfathomable eyes, Wen Fu felt a sudden panic in his heart for some reason. He quickly raised his hand, exhausting all his spiritual power, and dark light carrying lightning rushed towards Tan Suiting like a raging flood.

The massive lightning array contrasted sharply with the tall, slender youth, causing everyone present to instinctively take a deep breath.

The sect leader of Tianxuan Sect, standing in the spectator stands, coldly remarked, "This young man is arrogant."

The almost swallowed figure, with its slender and straight posture befitting a young man, exuded a sense of peace. The wind tore through the cascading black hair, creating a massive whirlwind that swirled it around.

Tan Suiting raised his eyelids, turned his head to dodge Wen Fu's sword, and pressed his fingertips against the blade, rendering the person unable to move an inch.

A light flick of the fingertips.

Xie Weixing and Shen Chunri were still passionately discussing whether Wen Fu, that idiot, should lose now or lose in the next move.

"Bang--!!!"

A deafening roar interrupted their thoughts, and they both looked up at the same time.

All that could be seen was a human figure being slammed hard into the arena floor, cracked tiles scattered all around, so fast that it was thrown out of sight.

Xie Weixing's gossipy expression vanished instantly, his lips twitched violently, and he became embarrassed.

Okay, he was overthinking it. They shouldn't bet on whether Wen Fu would lose in the first or second move; they should bet on whether Tan Suiting, this violent thug, would break through the arena in this sect election.

His Highness the Crown Prince remained unmoved, standing tall with wisps of hair brushing against his eyebrows and nose, a sight that was indescribably pleasing to the eye.

If we were to write a caption for this scene, it would simply be eight characters:

I will interpret the aesthetics of violence.

Although Wen Fu was beaten down, the Shattering Star Thunder that had unleashed all its power was still there.

Tan Suiting slowly raised his left hand, his sleeve adorned with flowing cloud and dragon patterns, a wisp of white spiritual energy swirling around his fingertips.

After the surging power of lightning enveloped him, the white light disappeared.

"Lost? No way?"

"Wen Fu's attack was indeed quite powerful."

Shen Chunri frowned slightly, a hint of worry in his eyes, and muttered, "What's going on..."

Xie Weixing's lips twitched: "I told him he was going to pretend to have big breasts."

Feng Jilan, standing on the high platform, remained completely calm, even leisurely taking a sip of tea.

Because that aura wasn't erased; instead, it grew stronger and stronger.

"Wait... what's that?"

Everyone was reminded to look closely.

First, streaks of white light seeped into the lightning, increasing in speed, and cracks began to appear in the entangling electric current barrier.

Song Lingyue, sitting in the audience, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

That was Wen Fu's strongest move, and it was actually...

"Bang!" The lightning could no longer contain the white light and exploded in despair.

It was resolved in an instant!

Tan Suiting remained calm, slowly withdrawing his hand, his tone icy: "Thank you for your concession."

The entire room fell silent.

That's all?

From beginning to end, Tan Suiting stood still, without taking a single step. He only used one-tenth of his strength to deal with Wen Fu's strongest killing move, without even using any magic techniques or his lightning spiritual root. This shows how strict his control over spiritual power is and how terrifying his own strength is.

Yan Chenxiao frowned.

Before his master arrived, he repeatedly reminded him that he didn't need to pay attention to anyone else in this sect election, but he had to be careful of this dragon prince.

It seems this person is more troublesome than he thought.

The scariest thing is that he's only eighteen.

Yan Chenxiao sat on the waiting seat and gently exhaled a breath of cool air.

Wen Fu was backfired by the power that had overdrawn his spiritual energy. He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, staring in shock at the shattered ground.

Only now does he realize the gap between himself and Tan Suiting.

The number one genius in the cultivation world. He's definitely not someone a normal person can fight.

Feng Jilan on the stage smiled, lowered his head, and gently blew on his tea: "People of the Feng Hua Sect naturally have the right to be arrogant."

The sect leader of Tianxuan Sect was so angry that he could only stare blankly, unable to utter a word.

"You...you've gone too far!" Song Lingyue trembled as she helped Wen Fu to his feet. "You have absolutely no respect for your opponent!"

Tan Suiting didn't pause for a moment, then turned and left.

Su Boyu reached out to stop him: "Wait a minute."

Tan Suiting stopped and glanced over indifferently.

Xie Weixing took the melon seeds from Shen Chunri and raised an eyebrow slightly.

System: The protagonist is about to make contact with His Highness the Crown Prince. Aren't you worried? In the original book, they were the official couple.

Xie Weixing nudged Shen Chunri with his elbow: "Hey. Do you think Little Dragon Prince would like him?"

Shen Chunri was stunned for a moment, then felt a chill run down her spine: "Don't kid me, that's a total slut, can't you tell? A seductive bitch, would Xiao Tan like him even if her eyes were gouged out?"

Xie Weixing nodded, very satisfied.

That's what he thought too.

System: How come someone here is even more hurtful than you? Xie Weixing, you're entirely responsible for turning the original book, "The Legend of the Jade Serpent," into this mess.

Xie Weixing felt as if snow had fallen in June: Is it my fault again?

Shen Chun has always been known for his sharp tongue!

The system cursed at him: You're a lunatic.

Xie Weixing: I am a god. Not a lunatic. Look at Little Dragon Palace, he wasn't corrupted by me.

Below the stage, Su Boyu looked intently at Tan Suiting, her tone somewhat hesitant, but she still bravely spoke up: "Your Highness, you shouldn't do this. As a sword cultivator, you should pick up your sword and fight Senior Brother Wen openly and fairly."