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

[Holy crap? Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!]

[An incredible plot twist, oh my god!]

[He's so fucking handsome! So fucking handsome!]

[Mom, I found Xi Kang in the 100-person observation room! Isn't he husband material?]

[Don't get too excited yet... He's lost all his cultivation, and his hidden arrow only hit once by luck. Can he hit every time?]

[If you're sexually repressed, at least find a suitable livestream room. Calling some lowly cannon fodder "husband" is truly something else.]

[666 is courting death by offending the main characters; I wonder how terrible his fate will be.]

Despite the arguments and insults, the number of people in the observation room increased dramatically, despite their reluctance to admit it.

[Reminder: Your observation room has reached 1000 views. Congratulations on reaching the milestone of 1000 viewers! The reward has been deposited into your cultivation value balance. Please actively contribute to the plot development!]

The contempt in Wen Fu's eyes vanished, and he gritted his teeth as he drew a sword.

"Senior Brother Wen," Su Boyu reached out to stop him, "it's not proper to use swords in a sect spar..."

Song Lingyue grabbed him, her face full of anger: "Bo Yu, don't be soft-hearted. Humph, this guy dares to use underhanded tricks! Junior Brother Wen should teach him a lesson!"

Wen Fu also replied, "Junior brother, you have always been kind-hearted, but you don't know that some people will take advantage of you. There's no need to persuade me. I will take full responsibility for everything that happened today."

A look of emotion appeared in Su Boyu's eyes: "Senior Brother Wen..."

Nonsense, the sect election is coming up soon. Wen Fu is a disciple with a lightning attribute spiritual root in the Qi Refining stage and is the most likely to enter the Zixiao Sect. Even if he cripples his senior brother who has not made any progress in the past three years, he will only be scolded a few times. Who would really cause him trouble?

Xie Weixing chuckled coldly.

Damn college entrance rates.

Before he could finish cursing in his heart, Wen Fu rushed over with a wave of his hand. Although he was wielding an ordinary sword without a sword spirit, it was full of pressure because it contained the user's spiritual power.

Xie Weixing, with his shadowy form, effortlessly dodged the attack and launched a hidden arrow.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Come on. Let's have an aiming contest with Brother Xie.

"what!"

This time it's the arm.

[Two shots, two hits. A 100% hit rate with an old, worn-out hidden blade? Are you even human?]

[With such accuracy, what were you doing before transmigrating into the book? I'm really curious.]

[That felt good. Those haters who just said it was luck, keep yelling!]

[So they're protecting each other already?]

[Didn't you see he held back? If he had aimed for the eye or temple, do you think Wen Fu would still be standing right now?]

[He actually managed to install it, I'm annoyed.]

[We cannon fodder have our own glorious ancestors.]

Wen Fu was so overwhelmed by the pain that he could barely stand up straight, staring in shock at the empty air he had just swung his sword at.

Xie Weixing squatted on the wall, and even this loser-like pose made him look extremely cool and pretentious. His long hair was tied up high, and his ponytail fell to one side.

He raised his hand and flicked it back, a faint, mocking smile on his face, extremely sassy, ​​his voice clear: "You big idiot, your father has arrived."

Wen Fu was furious. Regardless of whether he was in Qingyu Sect or not, he raised his hand and used his spiritual power, and a huge bolt of lightning gathered in mid-air.

The scale of the event was so grand that those attending the prayer meeting quickly looked away.

"What's going on? Why is there such a commotion in the disciples' courtyard?"

"It must be Wen Fu. So much spiritual power, and it's lightning attribute. There's no one else in Qingyu Sect but him."

"Who is Senior Brother Wen fighting with? The sect election is coming up soon, and fighting is not allowed within the sect, let alone something like this..."

On the viewing platform.

Startled by the noisy discussion, the boy slowly raised his eyelids.

He was dressed in a moon-white outfit covered with silk dragon patterns, and his posture was elegant. Apart from a piece of lustrous white jade, there were no other embellishments on his body.

The Qingyu Sect elders were very respectful to this young man who was clearly younger than them.

"This...this is truly embarrassing for you..."

He raised his hand, making no attempt at formalities, and said calmly, "Go take a look."

Meanwhile, on Xie Weixing's side, Wen Fu was clearly serious about taking his life.

A massive amount of lightning gathered in the air, followed by a deafening roar as purple spiritual energy mixed with flashes of light crashed down recklessly.

If it were to fall on a person, they would be severely maimed or killed.

[Let's burn incense and light candles, in preparation for reopening]

[Damn, this idiot's been so pretentious, he's really gotten himself into trouble now.]

[What good is a hidden blade? I don't believe he can hit the bullseye every time.]

[If you're so good, why didn't you hit me in the head with the first two arrows? You just relied on luck, right?]

I'll be impressed if you can actually dodge this.

Some people mocked him, some criticized him, but almost everyone was worried for him.

Under the immense pressure of lightning, the entire world seemed to be shrouded in purple.

Sudden--

A glint of cold light appeared first!

The young man in the tight-fitting clothes curled his lips slightly, with a confident arc, his eyes were icy cold, and the hidden arrow in his hand shot out through the air, grazing the lightning, and flew accurately toward Wen Fu's forehead.

This arrow was meant to kill Wen Fu.

Holy crap!

[Why so exciting?]

[Senior Brother of the Sect, with that pose and expression, I don't know who could resist calling you "husband"!]

[Is this really a tiny, run-down observation room for just over a thousand people? Get this featured on my homepage immediately!]

[Xie Weixing, who exactly are you...? A cannon fodder male supporting character is playing like this, it's making me uncomfortable, are you cheating?]

[At this moment, the classic background music from a fantasy cultivation novel should begin: All sounds cease, I rest my chin on my hand and listen to the autumn waters, questioning the mayfly; the vastness of the universe is immeasurable, like the Big Dipper...]

The audience was so excited they were practically tingling, showering the screen with virtual gifts like they were free.

The system was so shocked that it was speechless.

Suddenly, space stood still.

The lightning that Wen Fu had created by exhausting all his spiritual power vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

The hidden arrow, gleaming with a sharp, cold light, stopped in mid-air.

Xie Weixing stood still and gently squinted his eyes.

Spatial attributes? Who's here?

Under everyone's gaze, a long, slender, withered white fingertip appeared, as if piercing the boundaries of time and space, and gently held the sleeve arrow.

The area dissipated, things returned to normal, and a flood of discussion poured in.

Xie Weixing looked up.

The person who held his sleeve arrow had cold and aloof features, with meticulously groomed hair and collar, and eyes that were a pale, dark color, devoid of any emotion. Only his fingertips moved, casually turning the thin, black iron blade, its joints slender and even whiter than the jade hanging at his waist.

Who was your teacher?

His voice was like a lonely mountain under a cold moon, leaving no room for doubt. The four words that came out of his mouth were like rolling through cold, clean snow.

My heart skipped a beat. Xie Weixing remained silent for a long while.

Su Boyu, who was supporting the injured Wen Fu, was also drawn to the sound and looked up.

[This one seems really strong, is it part of the main characters?]

[You were right to say he looked incredibly handsome in mourning clothes!]

[Spatial attribute? Even among different spiritual roots, it's rare, one in a thousand years.]

[This is what awesome looks like, I don't want to live anymore]

Who is this?

[A character from the original book, Tan Suiting, not part of the main cast. The only graduate of the Ruthless Path. While the protagonist is caught in a web of breakups and reconciliations with a bunch of sycophants, he trains relentlessly, overcoming all obstacles. Later, the protagonist ascends to immortality with the sycophants, and he is the examiner.]

[Holy crap, this amazing character wasn't used by the author to fawn over Su Boyu. They must have had a change of heart!]

How do you discover something that doesn't exist?

[He's no good. He'll die young.]