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

Feng Jilan mentally gave his protégé a thumbs up.

His disciple has a much fiery temper than he does.

Are their titles as the chief disciples of Feng Hua Sect just for show?

The Phoenix Flame burned fiercely, forcing even the Nascent Soul Realm sect leaders and elders to circulate their spiritual power to protect themselves.

In terms of explosive power alone, Nie Zhao is probably the strongest among all the direct disciples.

As expected of someone with phoenix blood, they are indeed domineering!

"Insolence!" The sect leader of Tianxuan Sect slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Nie Zhao, how dare you be so rude! Stop right now!"

Feng Jilan raised an eyebrow, ostensibly to reprimand, but actually to support his disciple: "Forget it, if you set fire to it, would the Flower Goddess Sect even survive? Zhao'er, come back."

The Flower Goddess Sect Leader gritted his teeth: "Feng Jilan, what do you mean?!"

"What I mean is," Feng Jilan took a sip of tea, raised his eyes, "you can't beat me. Your disciples can't beat my disciples either."

"Wind and Waves! You're far too arrogant!"

"Enough!" Duan Qitian interrupted. "Do you want the younger generation to laugh at you all?"

Only after the leader of the Dao Seeking Sect, ranked first among the five major sects in the cultivation world, spoke did everyone withdraw their spiritual power.

Nie Zhao snorted coldly.

"Sect Leader Duan watched me grow up. Now that he has spoken, I will withdraw."

The ability to control the phoenix fire at will further demonstrates the terrifying control the phoenix possesses over its own spiritual power.

Saying "Sect Leader Duan watched me grow up" is the same as saying "I watched Sect Leader Duan grow up." There's no one else like that but Nie Zhao.

Duan Qitian was Feng Jilan's close friend. Although they belonged to different sects, the two often played chess and chatted. Nie Zhao was sent to Feng Hua Sect when he was twelve years old and also received his teachings.

Let's do this to give the old man some face.

"However," Nie Zhao raised her sword and lightly tapped Ren Wenxue, who was struggling to breathe, and said, word by word, "you'd better not cause any more trouble. I've put up with you for a long time. If you do it again, no matter who pleads for you, I'll beat you to a pulp."

The Flower Goddess Sect leader's face turned ashen.

Nie Zhao was indeed only at the late Golden Core stage, but the person sitting behind her was Feng Jilan, the only one present at the Taixu stage!

Ren Wenxue could only grit her teeth and swallow the humiliation.

The leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect tentatively asked, "So, does this competition count, or not?"

The sect leader of Zixiao Palace smiled and said, "This young fellow's talent is so formidable that we've all witnessed it. The last time I was so amazed was three years ago with the Phoenix Maiden. There's no reason for us not to win, is there?"

"Of course it counts. There's no rule in the sect's selection process that sword cultivators can't use any techniques other than swords." Duan Qitian said, nodding slowly. "This kid has brought us so many surprises."

The disciples below the stage discussed it eagerly, their gazes towards Xie Weixing filled with not only doubt but also awe.

No wonder the Feng Hua Sect is protecting him so much.

It turned out to be the case.

The first one was probably an accident.

"Your senior sister is so awesome," Yu Xintang whispered, her temples throbbing, "she dared to draw her sword right there in the stands, where all the experts are at the Nascent Soul and Void Realm."

"It's awesome that my senior sister beat me up, and it's even more awesome that she's so protective of her own." Shen Chunri said with a touch of pride, "Otherwise, why would I let her beat me up?"

Tan Suiting tilted his head: "That's because you can't beat them. During your first special training, you howled so loudly that the entire sect could hear you, saying that your master and senior uncles condoned your senior sister's slaughter of the disciples, and even told your senior sister that killing is not cruel, and that if you have the guts, you'll get a quick death."

Shen Chunri angrily covered his mouth: "Why are you talking so much at a time like this! I did everything willingly afterwards, okay! I know my senior sister is doing this for my own good. Tan Suiting, I hate you!"

Xie Weixing sat down next to her, crossed his legs, and raised his hand: "I can testify that she's saying the same thing while she's undergoing special training."

"Xie is not yet awake!"

After covering one thing, Shen Chunri went to cover another.

"I'm going to expose you!"

The little green snake stood with its hands on its hips, its face flushed with anger.

The remaining people exchanged glances, laughed at the same time, and shook their heads repeatedly.

Poor medicine repairman.

*

In the second round of the competition, no one dared to choose Tan Suiting, so Duan Qitian had to draw lots, and the person whose lot was drawn turned pale.

The other party was extremely nervous when they went on stage, thinking that His Highness the Crown Prince would also humiliate them without drawing his sword this time.

Tan Suiting obediently took up his sword, but his expression remained indifferent: "Please enlighten me."

The disciple was flattered and overwhelmed.

Although he only withstood three moves before being knocked off the stage.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the three moves His Highness the Crown Prince used were all the same "Nineteen Forms of Mist Locking the Cold River" that Xie Weixing had just used.

"Oh?" Duan Qitian frowned. "This sword technique, isn't it the one that the Ice Spirit Root disciple used just now?"

The sect leader of Zixiao Palace spoke up: "I was just about to ask this, this is clearly a sword technique of the East Sea Dragon Clan, never to be passed on to outsiders, how could it be..."

The leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect took a sip of tea and laughed heartily, "Sect Leader Feng, the relationship between your disciples is just too good!"

The wind is fierce and the waves are turbulent.

So helpless. So silent.

What have my disciples been doing behind my back?

Nie Zhao spoke up: "Senior, you may not know this, but on the very day my junior sister discovered that the Flower Goddess Sect was hiding escaped slaves of the Green Serpent Clan, this child saved the lives of His Highness the Crown Prince and the Green Serpent's daughter."

The sect leader of the Flower Goddess Sect hesitated to speak, then fell silent after a long while, daring not to express his anger.

After all, they were indeed in the wrong in this matter.

The head of Zixiao Palace stroked his beard and nodded: "I see. Then it makes sense. We have no way to repay your life-saving grace, so it is only right and proper for you to teach us sword techniques."

Feng Jilan was very satisfied with the mouth double and affectionately patted the little phoenix's head.

"Little Dragon Prince," Xie Weixing said, waiting for him in the nearest spot, naturally extending her hand, "You're amazing! How did you do that? You look so cool."

"I'll teach you when we get back."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Dragon Prince, who was always aloof, lowered his eyes, took the hand of the ice spirit root disciple, whispered something, and then followed him back to the waiting area.

The two of them huddled together, very well-behaved and harmonious.

Everyone: ? Am I awake or not?

Yu Xintang was too lazy to find someone to challenge her, so she relied on drawing lots.

To his surprise, he drew Song Lingyue.

Oh, there's really nothing surprising. Only a few people made it into the second half, and there aren't many talisman cultivators.

"You should kill her." Shen Chunri grabbed Yu Xintang's sleeve. "You really should kill her."

Yu Xintang wanted to leave but couldn't, and rolled her eyes wildly: "You can't kill people during the sect election."

"You can just kill anyone, okay?"

"Shen Chunri, are you sick?"

Xie Weixing stepped in and pulled Shen Chunri back, holding her in his arms. He looked up and smiled, "Just behave normally, don't mind her."

Yu Xintang gave her a cold, provocative laugh, and then nodded.

Enraged, Shen Chunri brandished his claws, ready to strike him.

"Song Lingyue, Wood Spirit Root, Mid-Foundation Establishment Realm, Talisman Cultivator."

"Yu Xintang, Wind Spirit Root, Early Golden Core Realm, Talisman Cultivator."

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow: "He's at the Golden Core stage?"