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

The sect leader of the Flower Goddess Sect sneered, "You're courting death."

Sitting next to her, Ren Wenxue sneered, her eyes filled with resentment: "This kind of trash shouldn't have entered the sect selection. He's disgraced our cultivation world."

She used some forbidden technique to advance her cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage in a short time, destroying her eighth-tier spirit beast, yet she still survived...

Nie Zhao sat next to Feng Jilan, resting his chin on his hand, and said calmly, "I remember back in the sect election, you didn't last three moves against me in the first round."

With her arrogant eyebrows and eyes brimming with autumn water, the phoenix maiden lazily glanced to the side: "Can I also say that a good-for-nothing shouldn't be a personal disciple?"

Ren Wenxue's eyes widened: "You!"

At that time, she was only in her early twenties, full of vigor and ambition. When she met the eighteen-year-old Nie Zhao, she didn't take him seriously at all. It wasn't until she was forced to retreat by Huang Huo after entering the arena that she realized how powerful he was.

This was the greatest humiliation of her life.

"What," Nie Zhao laughed, "you want to spar with me?"

Ren Wenxue clenched her fingers and gritted her teeth.

The Feng Hua Sect, a bunch of brutes who only know how to fight!

Seeing her frightened expression, Nie Zhao snorted disdainfully and leaned back in his chair: "If you can't compare to me, then don't criticize my junior brother in front of me. Ren Wenxue, you have no right to do so."

"Nie Zhao! You've gone too far! This is utterly outrageous!"

The sect leader of the Flower Goddess Sect stopped her, turning his head away with a cold smile: "The disciples of the Wind and Flower Sect are indeed all arrogant and conceited. I just don't know if your little junior brother, whom you protect like your heart and soul, can actually live up to your words."

A cold gust of wind swept across them, and the two exchanged glances.

The atmosphere immediately began to slowly freeze.

"My disciple need not trouble the Flower Goddess Sect."

The sect leader of the Flower Goddess Sect nodded repeatedly in anger: "Fine, fine! Let's see if this disciple, whom you call exceptionally talented, can actually win this match!"

Shen Chunri was worried for Xie Weixing.

After all, he was only at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm, and it would be too much of a stretch for him to fight against someone at the late stage of the Golden Core Realm.

Before going on stage, Tan Suiting took Xie Weixing's wrist, leaned close to his ear, and whispered something.

"Yan Chenxiao has a fire elemental root, and the intensity of his flames is far inferior to that of his senior sister's Phoenix Flame, but it is still below your Azure Lion bloodline."

Fire and water/ice have always been mutually restraining, and as for which restrains which, it depends on their purity.

Although the Azure Lion is a water-type spirit beast, few people know that once it breaks through to the eighth rank, its water-type power will transform into ice.

The ultimate ice.

It is so pure that it can even control both water and ice spiritual roots.

Logically speaking, in terms of spiritual roots alone, Xie Weixing completely suppresses Yan Chenxiao.

Therefore, even if there is a difference of two ranks, there is still a chance to win.

Xie Weixing nodded: "Mm."

Tan Suiting still held his wrist, his voice as cold as ice: "If all else fails, use that move."

Xie Weixing smiled and said, "I understand."

Shen Chunri leaned over and asked, "What are you two talking about? Are you trying to isolate me?"

Yu Xintang, who was standing nearby, leaned over and said, "What are you two talking about? Are you trying to isolate us?"

Shen Chunri pushed him away: "What's it to you, brother? Are you even from our Feng Hua Sect?"

"You haven't become a direct disciple yet, have you? Stop putting on airs."

"Let me tell you, I was personally brought back by my master..."

Well, they've started arguing again.

Xie Weixing rolled her eyes and turned to go on stage.

[The main characters haven't been given any special advantages yet; Yan Chenxiao's fire spirit root hasn't evolved to its highest level.]

Even if he's not at the highest level, he's still enough to beat Xie Weixing; he's only at the early Golden Core stage.

[Where did Xie Weixing get this laugh? I'm laughing so hard I'm crying. Oh, it's that thief who stole the lead role and got scared by the spirit beast!]

"Yan Chenxiao, of the Dao Seeking Sect. Late Golden Core Realm, Fire Spirit Root, Sword Cultivator."

"Feng Hua Sect, Xie Weixing, sword cultivator."

Yan Chenxiao raised an eyebrow slightly, disdainfully saying, "You dare call yourself a sword cultivator?"

A sword cultivator who ran off the stage in fright after being scared by a third-tier spirit beast?

An intense pressure swept over, the oppressive feeling unique to the late Golden Core stage was overwhelming, the temperature became scorching, and flames appeared in the air.

Yan Chenxiao's spiritual root and talent can definitely be described as top-grade.

The spirit beast within Xie Weixing's body seemed to be awakened by the high temperature. The bloodline of the Azure Water Lion awakened, and a cold white and blue light suddenly appeared. It pressed forward against the raging fire, neither giving an inch to the fire or the ice.

"He has an ice-elemental root?"

"What?"

"Wasn't it said that he couldn't use spiritual power at all? Why does his ice spiritual root seem to be on par with Yan Chenxiao's fire spiritual root?"

Yan Chenxiao rubbed his fingertips, which had turned white from the cold of the Azure Lion's power, and sneered, "No wonder you dared to provoke me, so you have an ice spirit root."

"Unfortunately, I am at the late stage of the Golden Core Realm. Your fate can only be to be suppressed by me."

Stupid.

Xie Weixing looked at him with a mixture of speechlessness and pity.

This person has no idea how painful it is to encounter someone who can suppress their spiritual root, and that person happens to be overpowered.

He'll teach Yan Chenxiao a lesson today. He'll show him that being a simp isn't easy.

Xie Weixing held the sword in one hand, and extended the other hand, gently hooking it back: "I'll give you a move."

Yan Chenxiao was so angry he laughed. How could the proud son of the Dao Seeking Sect be insulted like this?

He stretched out his hand: "Sword, come!"

He gripped a mysterious sword in his hand and, without a word, headed straight for Xie Weixing.

Xie Weixing remained motionless, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Duan Qitian, the sect leader of the Dao Asking Sect, who was sitting above enjoying tea and watching the battle, frowned slightly.

"Jilan, how arrogant is your disciple? Even a Golden Core cultivator wouldn't dare to let Chen Xiao attack without even drawing his sword."

After all, this is a Xuan sword used in the late stage of the Golden Core realm. Although its power is not as great as a spirit sword with a sword spirit, it is still enough to give you a hard time.

The sect leader of the Flower Goddess Sect chuckled: "Could it be that you've been scared silly by Yan Chenxiao?"

Feng Jilan couldn't figure out what he was up to, but he was certain that the disciple he had taken in was mentally sound.

So he took a sip of tea and didn't say anything.

Seeing the sword blade was no more than five meters away, Yan Chenxiao sneered, "Aren't you going to dodge? Want to get rid of a hole in your body..."

Xie Weixing looked languid, raised his left hand, pressed his thumb against his index finger, and gently turned it outward.

Yan Chenxiao frowned.

Hand seals? Or the most basic defensive hand seals.

They actually thought they could use this kind of magic seal to block him?

Before Yan Chenxiao could figure it out, he suddenly came to his senses.

With this mark that could be shattered with a single punch, you think you can block my sword?

You're dreaming.

Just as I was about to ease up, before I even started, the blade had already pierced that faint, seemingly fragile blue light.

It’s over.

If you accidentally kill a precious disciple of the Feng Hua Sect with a single sword strike, you will be disqualified from the competition.

Feng Jilan on the stage opened his eyes wide, but it was too late to stop him.

The next second, the blade pierced the blue light, but the thin layer did not shatter as expected. Instead, it was extremely elastic and enveloped the blade of the Xuan Sword.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound.