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

"Oh," Xie Weixing blinked, a strand of hair brushing against her eyelids as she flicked her bangs. "That doesn't matter. It's not even certain if the old man can get up at ten o'clock."

Feng Jilan, who had been diligently serving as the sect leader for over twenty years, suddenly sneezed while watching from the spectator stands.

Hmm? Why do I feel like someone's talking about him behind his back?

Yu Xintang's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Oh, my dear friend, when he was in Penglai Realm, those old fogies dragged him out of bed early in the morning, chanting things like "the future is here," "we must not slack off," and "bonds and such."

The first thing I do every morning is give myself a moment to think: Is it necessary to cultivate to become an immortal?

What's the point of a life if you don't sleep in late?

"Really?" Xie Weixing laughed. "We don't have class until the afternoon, and we have free time to practice in the morning."

"Free training? I still have to get up." Yu Xintang blinked.

"Why? I already said it's free cultivation." Xie Weixing said matter-of-factly, "Sleeping is your cultivation."

Yu Xintang suddenly realized, her eyelids twitching twice: "It can be done like that?"

Your Feng Hua Sect's kinsmen are truly something else, how can you be so reckless?

He had never seen such a... carefree sect.

Shen Chunri turned to look at him, fanning himself with a fan, and asked inexplicably, "Brother, this is our Feng Hua Sect's rest room. Why are you still here?"

Yu Xintang smiled, but it was a little cold: "Then, sister, could you please give me back my fan first?"

Shen Chunri was taken aback for a moment: "Oh, oh, oh... I also use a fan. I thought it was mine."

She went back, took out her own to use, but after a couple of tries, she didn't like it and had it snatched away from her again.

"You can stay here. We're all participating in the sect election, we're all family."

Yu Xintang raised an eyebrow: "Was the person who just asked me why I was still hanging around here a pig?"

"Kid, you know you're going to get beaten up if you talk like that."

"I know," Yu Xintang said, glancing at her indifferently. "Come on."

"Damn it." Shen Chunri threw the fan at him and hid behind Tan Suiting. "Pervert."

Yu Xintang laughed in exasperation: "What I mean is that you can't beat me, you stinking alchemist."

It had a strong air of a spoiled rich kid from Penglai Realm who had grown up with everything going smoothly and looked down on everyone.

Xie Weixing suddenly remembered that once when he went to the capital for a competition, after winning, he went out with his teammates during free time and was scolded on the subway for being "chou why did".

A child from Langfang who particularly likes to use the retroflex ending.

As I was thinking about it, I couldn't help but smile.

When Tan Suiting saw this, he assumed that Tan Suiting was still upset about the competition, so he lowered his eyes and touched Tan Suiting's face.

Xie Weixing grasped his slender fingers, about to say something.

The argument started again over there.

"Who are you calling a stinky alchemist? I'd say you're a stinky talisman painter!"

"Oh. And then?"

Xie Weixing really didn't want to scold them, because the system would start nagging him again about leading the villain astray.

……

Nima.

"To corrupt the villain" is such a niche term.

"How old are you two this year?" Xie Weixing asked slowly, emphasizing the word "old age." "Stop arguing."

Yu Xintang snorted and crossed her arms, ignoring her. Shen Chunri was about to speak again.

"Snake, let me test you," Xie Weixing interrupted her.

"Um?"

"There was an orange that left the room and turned into juice. Do you know why?"

Shen Chunri was baffled: "What kind of question is this?"

But after thinking about it honestly for a long time, he still said, "Because there's a knife in the room?"

Xie Weixing reached out and gently waved his finger at her.

Shen Chunri asked curiously, "Why is that?"

Yu Xintang also cast a questioning glance her way.

Xie Weixing smiled: "Because the orange juice has been removed, and with that removal comes a glass of juice."

Shen Chunri: ?

Yu Xintang:?

Tan Suiting: ?

Shen Chunri's lips twitched, and she reached out to touch Xie Weixing's forehead: "Don't you have a fever?"

Xie Weixing slapped her hand away: "No, let's go."

Tan Suiting took his hand, sat down in the chair, and slightly raised his head: "Won't you rest a little longer?"

Xie Weixing waved his hand, not turning his head: "No need. I want to go beat someone up."

As soon as they stepped outside, they encountered Su Boyu and her group.

Wen Fu was injured, and even with rest, he could only recover half of his strength, which was very disadvantageous for his second match. He was now coldly looking at Xie Weixing.

Xie Weixing: Do you have any tricks for dealing with this kind of child with dementia? Tan Suiting beat him up and he's been staring at me ever since. He can't even tell if someone is his enemy. What kind of future can he have?

System: But His Highness the Crown Prince beat him up so badly because of you.

Xie Weixing: Oh. So you're blaming me for that too?

System: ...What else?

Xie Weixing: Hehe.

Su Boyu stood next to Yan Chenxiao, smiled at them, and looked at Xie Weixing with a hint of contempt and mockery in her eyes.

Song Lingyue said sarcastically, "That competition this morning was truly unforgettable. In the sect selection, you fled before even making a move. Senior Brother Xie, you're definitely one of the best."

Xie Weixing smiled.

Hmm. When I'm down on my luck, all those sluts end up kissing me.

Su Boyu pretended to stop him, saying, "Senior Brother Xie had no spiritual power left in Qingyu Sect and could only rely on our help to survive. It's really difficult for him to participate in the sect selection. Lingyue, don't be so harsh on him."

These words seemed to be defending Xie Weixing, but upon closer listening, one could tell how much they looked down on him.

"My goodness," Shen Chunri exclaimed, raising his hand to fan his mouth and nose, rolling his eyes sharply, "A few stinking Foundation Establishment cultivators look down on people. Your Qingyu Sect shouldn't thank Xie Weixing; they're blind and can't see the pearl."

She pointed at me and said, "A bunch of idiots, I can't even be bothered to talk to you."

Yu Xintang tugged at her, preventing her from directly engaging in a fight with the other side.

"You." Song Lingyue gritted her teeth.

"Spring Day," Yan Chenxiao said calmly, "that's not quite right of you to talk like that. Does that mean I can also say you're just an early-stage Golden Core cultivator?"

His family has close ties with the Azure Serpent Clan, and the two had met many times before because of their families.

Shen Chunri gritted his teeth, pointed at him, and was about to burst into a tirade.

This scumbag, he got fooled by a few words from a green tea b*tch and lost all sense of direction!

Xie Weixing raised his hand to stop her.

Turning to look at Yan Chenxiao, she gently curled the corners of her lips, her expression as upright as a bamboo shoot, the most dazzling and sun-kissed of all: "Your so-called number one sword cultivator is unreliable, but there's one thing that's true. In the cultivation world, the strong are respected."

Yan Chenxiao felt that the person in front of him was extremely arrogant. He was a piece of trash who was scared back by a spirit beast before he even made a move. He had heard that he had no spiritual power at all. How did he have the guts to provoke him?

"What?" He narrowed his eyes. "You want to challenge me?"

"Yes." Xie Weixing slightly raised his chin, and the two stood facing each other, their auras clashing.