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

He looked up angrily: "Shen Chunri, how dare you be so vicious!"

?

Shen Chunri thought about it carefully.

No one from other sects dared to speak to her like that, no one from the Jade Serpent Manor dared to speak to her like that, and even from the Wind and Flower Sect, apart from her master and fellow disciples, no one dared to speak to her like that.

With this thought in mind, she instantly felt more confident.

"Have you ever had a dead rat in your mouth? How dare you talk to me like that?" Shen Chunri pointed a small finger. "If you're going crazy, go look in a mass grave. Maybe you can find a coffin to sleep in! You get all confused after being fooled a few times. Yan Chenxiao, you're not learning the upper sword techniques, you're learning the lower sword techniques! You're a swordsman!"

"Shen Chunri!" Yan Chenxiao instantly drew his sword, his eyes bloodshot. "You're courting death!"

A tremendous force struck, and the Xuan Sword in his hand was kicked away.

Xie Weixing landed in front of Shen Chunri, shielding her tightly behind him, a light smile on his lips: "Fellow Daoist, it's just a friendly spar, don't get so worked up."

"Xie Weixing." Yan Chenxiao, not yet fully recovered from her injuries, gritted her teeth and glared at him. "You tell me yourself, is this a friendly spar?! This is clearly intentional assault!"

Xie Weixing raised his hand, and countless ice spikes grew from the blue spiritual energy in his palm. Although he was smiling, he exuded an endless chill: "I say it is, so it is."

He gently raised his chin and asked lazily, "Young man, you're so hot-tempered, do you need me to calm you down?"

Yu Xintang appeared beside him, a talisman lightly held between her fingers, a smile playing on her lips, her tone light and cheerful: "Want to fight? Count me in."

In the blink of an eye, a figure flashed by, its origins completely obscured, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

Tan Suiting stood with his sword in hand, his expression utterly cold: "Yan Chenxiao, you're quite unsightly."

The three formed a triangle, firmly protecting Shen Chunri, who was a medicine cultivator, behind them.

Yan Chenxiao gritted his teeth, knowing that he would definitely not get the better of him today.

Shen Chunri leaned on Xie Weixing's shoulder and made faces at him.

"Heh heh heh!" She pulled a smirk. "Serves you right! Get out of here with your good-for-nothing little lover!"

"you!"

"Enough!" Duan Qitian roared. He remotely examined Su Boyu's body. "It's normal to get injured in a competition. Shen Chunri didn't cause anyone's death or disability, so it's not against the rules."

Yan Chenxiao stood up, his eyes red: "Master!"

"Yan Chenxiao!" Duan Qitian roared, staring coldly at him. "You have disappointed me greatly today."

Upon hearing this, Yan Chenxiao was stunned for a moment, frozen in place. After an unknown amount of time, he finally gave up.

He glared at Shen Chunri with hatred, picked up Su Boyu, and went back to the waiting area to rest.

Feng Hua Sect Rules

If the medicine cultivator is the first to die in a fight, then no one else should live either.

"Are you alright?" Yu Xintang asked as she walked, giving her a suspicious look from head to toe.

It seems they wanted to see how her bones were made.

How can a medicine cultivator be so arrogant?

"It's nothing." Shen Chunri raised an eyebrow. "You should ask that little green tea girl over there if she's alright."

Yu Xintang's lips twitched: "Your Feng Hua Sect really does have its own unique forms of violence."

"Nonsense," Shen Chunri said, not ashamed but proud, raising his chin arrogantly. "Do you think my senior sister gave me special training for nothing? No medicine cultivator at the same level can beat me."

"Your senior sister is quite extraordinary, managing to get a medicine cultivator to fight."

"Oh, no. My senior sister just beat me up and then made me run away," Shen Chunri said. "She probably wanted to practice my lightness skill."

"And what did you just do?"

"Big brother, of course you'll gain insight after being beaten for a long time. When I was being chased by Huang Huo, I wished I had eight brains so I could quickly memorize the moves my senior sister used to beat me up."

Yu Xintang stopped, her expression one of shock: "So those moves just now?"

Shen Chunri tilted her head and grinned, "I figured it out myself."

Yu Xintang remained silent for an unknown period of time, her lips twitching.

Finally, he gave her a thumbs up, speechless: "This is what your Feng Hua Sect is like."

He thought his talent was already amazing enough.

I used to feel out of place among my peers because I was too awesome, but today I've finally found my home base.

After all the participating disciples had finished their competitions, the sect began selecting new members.

The rule is that the disciples stand on the stage, and the leaders of each sect flip over the cards in front of them; the front card is the selected card.

Although Su Boyu and his group suffered a crushing defeat, their cultivation levels were still impressive. Reaching Foundation Establishment before the age of 20 was already considered quite talented, not to mention that they had already reached the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

Yan Chenxiao naturally returned to the Daoist Sect, while Duan Qitian, with a cold face, ultimately accepted Su Boyu, probably having promised his good-for-nothing disciple something beforehand.

Wen Fu went to Zixiao Palace, and Song Lingyue went to Tianxuan Sect.

As for Nie Shiyun, who had a very bad temper, he didn't encounter them in either the first or second half of the match. He gave Nie Zhao on the stage a cold look and went to Tianxuan Sect without hesitation.

The young girl Chen Jihe, who had been diligently cultivating, went to the Xiaoyao Sect. The one who was swept off the stage by His Highness the Crown Prince in three moves also went to the Xiaoyao Sect.

Shen Chunri displayed astonishing talent, with three beams of blue light appearing. He was simultaneously chosen by the Feng Hua Sect, Tian Xuan Sect, and Xiao Yao Sect, and had the right to choose his opponent.

Other sect leaders would be nervous in this situation, but Feng Jilan calmly sipped his tea.

"I choose Feng Hua Sect." Shen Chunri smiled at the stage, skipping and jumping, "Master and Senior Sister, here I come~"

When Tan Suiting stepped onto the stage, the Crown Prince's face was as cold as ice. He wore a white robe with flowing cloud and dragon patterns and a high collar, making him appear unapproachable.

Five neat rows of blue light.

Feng Hua Sect, Wen Dao Sect, Tian Xuan Sect, Xiao Yao Sect, and Zi Xiao Palace.

Without exception, all five major sects chose Tan Suiting.

Tan Suiting remained expressionless, just about to speak.

"Young Prince," the head of Zixiao Palace said, gently stroking his beard, "our Zixiao Palace focuses on cultivating disciples with the Thunder Spirit Root. You can choose any sword techniques and skills from the Golden Core Realm, Nascent Soul Realm, or even the Void Realm. Come to our Zixiao Palace, and you will have a better future."

"Is that so?" The leader of the Xiaoyao Sect smiled. "Most of your Zixiao Palace disciples have lightning spiritual roots, so how many cultivation techniques can you possibly share? Young friend, as long as you come to the Xiaoyao Sect, all of our sect's lightning spiritual root resources will be yours to enjoy alone."

"Who doesn't know that your Xiaoyao Sect already has three direct disciples, making six today?" the Tianxuan Sect leader said. "Even if you gave them all to us, how many would that be? Come to our Tianxuan Sect. I only have two direct disciples under my command, and I guarantee..."

Duan Qitian didn't say anything, but just smiled: "Little Dragon, if you stay in Fenghua Sect for too long, the door of Daowen Sect will always be open to you."

Feng Jilan's lips twitched as he stood nearby.

These old guys are usually so nice, but when it comes to vying for disciples, they don't care about anything else.

This treatment... If all else fails, he should become a personal disciple. This lousy sect leader has really had enough.