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

Yan Chenxiao smiled sarcastically and nodded: "The second match. I'll be waiting for you."

Su Boyu concealed the corners of her lips that were twitching upwards, and slowly said, "Brother Yan, Senior Brother Xie has, after all, lost all his cultivation..."

Yan Chenxiao reached out to stop him, meaning there was no need to say anything more.

Su Boyu pursed her lips, glanced at Xie Weixing with sympathy, and then tentatively looked at Tan Suiting behind him.

The two groups of people went their separate ways.

Song Lingyue looked at Xie Weixing and coldly sneered, "Overestimating yourself."

Xie Weixing didn't even glance at him.

Shen Chunri, on the other hand, gave a sinister smile as he passed by her. His pretty face revealed his cute white teeth, and his green vertical pupils flickered slightly as he stared intently at his prey.

Her tone was full of malice, and she said, enunciating each word clearly: "You wait. I have plenty of ways to get you."

And that damn green tea you're licking.

Song Lingyue instinctively flinched, but then forced herself to glare back.

"Hmph." Shen Chunri snorted coldly, turned her head back, and curled one corner of her lips.

That biting and sinister edge was captured perfectly.

No wonder he's one of the villains in the original book.

Before they even reached the arena, they saw a woman in red standing at the entrance with her arms crossed, waiting for them.

Shen Chunri instantly got goosebumps and hid behind Yu Xintang: "Damn, are they here to settle scores with us?"

Xie Weixing was also a little intimidated and subtly moved behind Tan Suiting.

Tan Suiting shielded him behind her and said, "Senior Sister."

Yu Xintang realized what was happening.

This is the legendary heir of Nanchuan Chidi, the first direct disciple of Fenghua Sect, Phoenix Maiden Nie Zhao.

"What?" Nie Zhao straightened up, walked over, and raised an eyebrow at them. "Relax, I don't mean to clean house."

Shen Chunri breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Xintang whispered, "Is this your senior sister? She's so beautiful? Wasn't she supposed to be a shrew?"

Shen Chunri's lips moved, barely moving like a mosquito's buzz: "Being pretty doesn't stop her from being a real shrew."

Nie Zhao walked over and looked at Xie Weixing: "My master has a message for you."

"Huh?" Xie Weixing asked, "Oh."

Let him guess whether it's "The traitorous disciple should return to the sect to face his death" or "I'll have your senior sister beat you to death right now."

Seeing him like this, Nie Zhao smiled and sighed softly, raising her hand to place on his shoulder: "Master said, if you lose, you lose. Play well in the second half. If any disciple dares to gossip in front of you, just tell him their name when you get back, and he'll go find his sect's old man to cause trouble."

Xie Weixing was stunned.

Nie Zhao tilted her head slightly: "Don't be fooled by how strict Master usually is; he's the most protective of his own."

She withdrew her hand and turned to leave: "Xie Xiaoshui, hit me well."

He stopped halfway through turning around, then turned his head to the side: "These are the words my senior sister said to you."

*

The group walked to the waiting area, and the disciples naturally recognized the Feng Hua Sect. Upon seeing them, they all began to whisper among themselves.

It's basically saying that the sect election is unfair, and that someone like that can still get into the second round just because of the Feng Hua Sect.

Shen Chunri gritted her teeth, pointing her little finger as if about to start cursing.

Tan Suiting stopped her.

Shen Chunri looked up in confusion: "A brief chat?"

"No need for further words." Tan Suiting's expression was icy, and his tone was indifferent. "They will naturally shut up after the second match."

In the world of cultivation, no one has ever won by talking.

To gain respect, you have to take it one step at a time and get out of the gossip and rumors.

He believed this statement, and he believed even more in Xie Weixing.

Yu Xintang stood to the side, watching Xie Weixing cross his arms and remain silent for a long while before finally asking, "Are you alright?"

"Hmm?" Xie Weixing turned around, looking languid. "What do you want?"

"Losing the first match is fine, don't be discouraged." Yu Xintang put her hand on his shoulder, seemingly a little awkwardly. "Your talent in talismans is so high, and you were even accepted as a candidate for personal disciple by the Feng Hua Sect. I believe in you, you are definitely not an ordinary person."

Xie Weixing glanced at his hand and couldn't help but laugh: "Are you trying to comfort me?"

Yu Xintang pursed her lips, her narrow eyes giving her face a wicked look, and now she raised an eyebrow somewhat awkwardly: "I'm not very good at it. Just bear with me."

Xie Weixing waved his hand, a sneer playing on his lips, utterly disdainful: "Losing is losing. What good would winning do? Get a pair of Trump's underwear?"

Yu Xintang was stunned for a moment.

I didn't even have a chance to ask who Trump was or why he wanted someone else's underwear.

The voice of the sect leader of the Dao Asking Sect came through.

The second half of the competition has begun.

"In the second round, the disciples who successfully advanced from the first round will form their own groups. Note that they cannot choose cultivators of a different type from themselves," the sect leader of the Dao Asking Sect said. "Disciples who cannot reach a consensus will be randomly paired by drawing lots."

"Now, you have one incense stick's time to consider."

Most of those who advanced to the second round were familiar faces.

Yu Xintang was also there.

"When did you pass the first test?" Xie Weixing asked curiously.

"That's right," Shen Chunri agreed.

Yu Xintang was speechless: "When you were scared by the lizard and went out to buy snow lotus tofu..."

"Heh," Xie Weixing said, "Anyone who brings this up again is an idiot."

Yu Xintang: "Oh."

With his gaze sweeping across the entire room, Xie Weixing stood up and walked unhurriedly to Yan Chenxiao.

He smiled and said, "How about a fight?"

Yan Chenxiao didn't expect him to actually dare to choose her; she felt that the person in front of her was simply courting death.

He stood up: "I'll play along to the end."

There was a lot of discussion around.

"That good-for-nothing who was brought in by the Feng Hua Sect? He actually dared to challenge Yan Chenxiao? Is he insane?"

"Yan Chenxiao is the number one disciple of the Dao Seeking Sect, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. Among his peers, his strength is second only to Nie Zhao. Is he courting death?"

"I hope he doesn't get scared away as soon as the sword comes out on stage, hahaha..."

The sect leaders and elders in the spectator stands were also quite surprised.

"This young man's performance just now... and now he's directly challenging Chen Xiao?" The sect leader of the Dao Asking Sect slowly shook his head. "Too confident."

Feng Jilan's heart, which had finally calmed down, instantly jumped again. She could only cover her forehead again, clench her fists and place them on the mahogany table, feeling that her problem of getting a headache whenever she saw Xie Weixing would never be cured.

Let him play well...

They didn't let him challenge a late-stage Golden Core cultivator who was six years older than him right away!

Participating in the sect election for the first time, he was intimidated by a spirit beast and forced to leave the stage before he could even make a move. The legendary senior brother, who was said to have no spiritual power and was expelled from Qingyu Sect, dared to boast and challenge Yan Chenxiao, who was famous for his swordsmanship and was in the late Golden Core stage. This was simply like throwing an egg against a rock.

[Bonus chapter for reaching 400 likes!]

I've been on a good playing streak lately, so I've been adding more chapters, until I get tired of it.