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

"You make it sound like you've been blanched in water," Xie Weixing muttered, still half-asleep and unsteady on his feet, leaning against Tan Suiting. "Are we ingredients?"

Feng Jilan slapped him across the face: "All you ever do is eat! Stop talking nonsense! Get out!"

Xie Weixing made a face with his eyebrows askew and muttered in a low voice, "Then I'm going to walk out."

"Bang!"

The Wind and Cloud Sword was thrown out with tremendous force, capable of uprooting mountains and overwhelming the world.

Xie Weixing ran away in a panic.

Fuck!

That old geezer. Believe it or not, he and Shen Chunri will steal food from the small kitchen tonight, so much so that he'll have to fast tomorrow.

After the meeting, everyone should either practice their skills or attend classes.

They still lived in the disciples' quarters for easier management, since two of them had a history of going down the mountain without permission, and the newcomer Yu Xintang didn't seem to be any better.

However, we moved to a larger one because the previous one couldn't accommodate five of our protégés.

In the morning, they cultivate on their own. In the afternoon, they have one hour for pill-making and one hour for talisman-making. After class, sword cultivators go to the Longevity Hall to find Feng Jilan to summarize and return the lessons, while pill-making and talisman-making cultivators go to the Sun and Moon Hall to find Feng Yu.

Then after school, it's free time again. We get a day off every seven days, and we can do whatever we want.

Feng Yu may seem gentle, but he is actually extremely strict.

The wind and waves may seem harsh, but they are indeed extremely harsh.

If anyone makes a stupid mistake, they'll either get a sword strike on their butt or be blasted out of the Sun and Moon Palace by a talisman from Master Yu.

Feng Yu said gently, "Don't mention that you are my disciple. I, your senior uncle, still have some standing in the cultivation world. As long as you don't bring this up, we can still coexist peacefully."

Feng Jilan was much more direct: "If you can't learn, go eat shit."

Besides that, Xie Weixing usually sleeps in late with Yu Xintang, searches for food made by Feng Jilan with Shen Chunri, and when he has nothing to do, he goes to Nie Zhao's Tempering Realm to get beaten up. He also comprehends two sword techniques with Xiaolongdian at Hanxin Lake.

Just as I was appreciating the beauty of life, another meeting was about to begin at the Hall of Longevity.

The meeting's theme was concise (personally recorded by a junior staff member): Intensive training. Preparing for the college entrance exam. All students must get into Tsinghua University within 300 days. Otherwise, Peking University.

Haha, just kidding.

Actually, it was to prepare for the Wanjianshan Conference a year later.

As the name suggests, becoming a disciple who has been personally instructed and has successfully formed their core allows them to set off alone to Ten Thousand Swords Mountain to find their own weapon.

Although it's called Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, it's not just about swords.

It is roughly divided into three sections. One section is the outer mountain enclosure, which contains low-grade Xuan swords, iron swords, and miscellaneous weapons, or semi-spiritual weapons with some spiritual power.

One is the Sword Tomb, which contains spirit swords that have been imbued with spiritual energy. It has seven levels, and legend has it that in the deepest part, there are several peerless divine weapons that can change the world with a single sword strike.

As you go underground, the number of levels decreases from the seventh, and the deeper you go, the more powerful the swords become.

Feng Jilan's imposing Wind and Cloud Sword was taken from the second level of the Sword Tomb.

There is another one, which is the most unique feature of Wanjian Mountain.

It is called the Abyss of Night Water. There are many kinds of weapons there, most of which have their own spirits. The danger level is no less than that of the Sword Tomb. At the same time, it gathers countless unique spiritual treasures, which makes countless cultivators risk their lives.

Xie Weixing narrowed his eyes slightly.

He remembered that the protagonist group's cheat abilities in the original book started from Ten Thousand Swords Mountain and went on a rampage.

Yan Chenxiao evolved into a top-grade fire spirit root and obtained the divine sword ranked third on the sword list.

Wen Fu also obtained a renowned sword.

By chance, Song Lingyue found the Spirit Writing Brush that Fu Xiu most desired.

All of this was accomplished with Su Boyu's help. He himself obtained the alchemy furnace he wanted and completed an important plot twist—saving the severely injured Demon Lord.

But Feng Hua Sect suffered a terrible fate.

Nie Zhao had his divine sword stolen and was imprisoned for joining forces in the attack. Shen Chunri was still recovering from the injuries he sustained at Qingmu Mountain in the original storyline. Although he and Nie Zhao severely injured the main characters, Su Boyu was rescued by Yu Xintang at the crucial moment.

What follows is the moment when the main characters, having rallied their spirits and boosted their morale, begin their revenge. Taking advantage of Feng Jilan's absence from the sect, with only Feng Yu remaining to oversee the Feng Hua Sect, Feng Yu, along with the Demon Lord, slaughtered the entire sect. Feng Jilan rushed back overnight, only to find the gruesome corpses of his disciples and fellow disciples. Heartbroken, he attempted to take everyone down with him, ultimately severely injuring the Demon Lord before perishing, with no power left to save him.

Of the more than 800 people in the entire sect, only Tan Suiting, who was not in the sect, survived.

Yu Xintang didn't even spare the villagers; she set fire to the entire sect and everyone at the foot of the mountain, burning them to the ground.

Knowing this plot, Xie Weixing smiled on the surface, but his teeth were clenched tightly.

The main characters?

My Lord, your mother's great-uncle.

*

Xie Weixing actually read the book of magic techniques that the old man gave him.

The name sounds pretentious.

The snow is pale, the moon is cold, and the chill is three feet deep.

The content is absolutely amazing.

Xie Weixing studied it carefully for seven days, but didn't understand a single word.

Take it and ask the wind and waves.

"Where did you get this?" Sect Leader Feng frowned, raising his hand to strike. "Did you rummage through the library again? Did you even clean it properly?!"

He often browsed through the books in the library and then ran off. After all, in his previous life he was an e-sports teenager who neglected housework. To put it bluntly, he was all talk and no action, and he never cleaned up the mess he made.

This forced even the most good-tempered Elder Pang to complain to Feng Jilan several times.

Xie Weixing skillfully and nimbly dodged the palm strike and explained its source.

Feng Jilan was relieved and nodded in a deep voice, acknowledging the boy's enthusiasm for learning.

After studying it all night, he finally couldn't stay awake any longer and went to find Feng Yu the next day.

Because he could only understand the first half of the book.

"The second half is ancient language from Penglai Realm," Feng Yu said, looking at it for a while. "Call the one kneeling outside in."

Xie Weixing's eyelids twitched: "Second Senior Brother?"

Yu Xintang got punished again?

That's not good, it's such a small thing and you're being forced to kneel again.

My senior fellow teacher is being far too strict. In the 21st century, a teaching qualification would melt away like butter...

"Hmm," Feng Yu said calmly, "He drew the talisman backwards and almost blew me up."

Xie Weixing:

Retract the foreword.

If he were to encounter such a situation, he would make Yu Xintang kneel outside for a year, kneeling to sleep, kneeling to eat, and kneeling to attend classes.

That old American terrorist won't die from kneeling on his knees. He's even started using bombs.

Yu Xintang came in, tapping her knees, trying to act coquettishly: "Uncle-Master, I know I was wrong..."

"Here," Feng Yu said calmly, handing him the book of techniques. "Translate it."

Yu Xintang glanced down, frowned slightly, and didn't have time to care about whether her knee hurt or not. She stared at it intently for a long time.

"Where did you find it?"

Feng Jilan casually pointed: "Ask him."

Xie Weixing replied, "It was given to us by that old man the day we left the restaurant after dinner."

Yu Xintang picked up the pen beside her, intending to sit down and translate properly.

This book of magic formulas is amazing!

I just picked up my pen.

Feng Yu kicked him in the knee.

"Uh!" Yu Xintang exclaimed in shock.

"Write on your knees," Feng Yu said, taking a sip of tea. "Just seeing you makes me angry. Teaching you is the only thing I've ever done to offend the cultivation world."