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

[This is absolutely legendary! Isn't this kind of beauty genius? I hope he continues to live a cool and handsome life; even a passing ant would be amazed by it.]

[My tummy, Yu Xintang, you really have a fever, to be honest.]

"Personal disciple, Shen Chunri, daughter of the Jade Serpent."

A girl in a light blue dress appeared, skipping and hopping. Her skirt was wrapped with medicine bottles and herbs, and the folds of her skirt fluttered in the wind as she walked. Her two hair buns were delicate and lively, and her pupils had a light green color. She was surrounded by a bitter and chilling medicinal mist. Her expression was teasing, making her seem unfathomable and that provoking her might lead to death.

Nie Zhao gave her a cold look from the stage.

The girl then behaved herself, slowed down, and walked in normally.

[Attention all departments! Approaching you now is Shen Chunri, the only sister of the Feng Hua Sect, daughter of the Jade Serpent, the number one alchemist of her level. If you can't understand human speech, she can also use some martial arts if necessary. She is the infamous "Young Tyrant" of the Feng Hua Sect, the terminator of the alchemy furnace room. If you want to mess with her, you must first defeat the other four.]

[Let me state upfront that my little snake's adorable appearance wasn't intentional. I didn't know she was this cute when I gave birth to her. Finally, as her mother, I apologize on her behalf for making you all feel so cute. I'm sorry, she's so adorable!]

[This is my baby, my little piggy, my Mingzhu, my Zihan, my little darling!]

[Little snake, come quickly to your mother's arms!]

"Personal disciple, Xie Weixing."

The young man was dressed in a red and black riding and archery outfit, with a crimson brocade overlay on a black belt, tied with a wide silver-patterned leather belt. A strand of silver hair shone in his dark hair, gleaming like satin, extremely eye-catching. His eyebrows and eyes were both flamboyant and gentle, with a nonchalant and carefree demeanor.

"Who is this?"

"I heard that the new disciple we recruited this year will be selected by all five major sects at the sect conference, which gives him a lot of prestige."

"Really? He doesn't seem like someone who would seriously cultivate."

Xie Weixing: ...

Feed him. Keep it down. You don't look serious at all.

[Attention everyone! My dad's here! Attention everyone! My dad's here! Attention everyone! My dad's here!]

[Everyone feel my dad's awesome energy!]

[Welcome, Emperor Xing! Emperor Xing is awesome, no explanation needed. If Emperor Xing is my baby, I'll spoil him; if Emperor Xing is my father, I'll be filial; if Emperor Xing is a submissive, I'll ship him; if Emperor Xing is a powerful protagonist, I'll follow him blindly. My god, treat me however you like!]

[But our Kunkun was just standing there so cutely. He didn't do anything wrong, he was just looking at me so adorably.]

[Dad, Dad, where are we going? With you here, I'm not afraid of anything...]

[Indifferent to my dad? That's okay, it's perfectly normal. Life is long, everyone has things they enjoy, just be yourself... Goodbye, tasteless bastard.]

[I really can't take it anymore, is this comment section haunted? Does anyone know?]

[The male fan just watched quietly... By the way, is it okay for my son to post this?]

Looking at his own disciples, who at first glance appeared to be decent-looking, Feng Jilan smiled with satisfaction and sighed.

My silly son has grown up.

Feng Jilan, who was so focused on sword practice that he didn't attend any academic classes when he was the personal disciple, didn't realize there was anything wrong with his choice of words. Instead, he leisurely drank his tea.

After they stopped, Nie Zhao led his junior brothers and sisters to bow to the sect leader and elders above.

Tan Suiting and Yu Xintang were the first to perform.

The two of them went through the routine—starting by announcing their names and cultivation levels.

"Tan Suiting, late stage of Golden Core Realm."

"Yu Xintang, late stage of Golden Core Realm."

"Compared to sword cultivators, sword cultivators have the advantage, and since both are in the late Golden Core stage, His Highness the Crown Prince has a chance of winning."

I think so too.

"But I feel that the talisman cultivator is also very powerful. He seems to be from Penglai Realm. He is so mysterious and powerful. It is the place with the strongest spiritual power in the cultivation world, and he can be called a demigod."

"I heard he's the young master of Penglai, a peerless genius who cultivates talismans, arrays, and swordsmanship."

As the typhoon approached, the wind howled and the clouds swirled, causing the robes of the two men to flutter wildly in the wind.

A mysterious sword hung in front of Tan Suiting. Although it had no spiritual body, it still had an imposing aura, and the void around it rippled with layers of fine folds.

The greatest genius of the Dragon Clan in thousands of years, with top-grade dual spiritual roots in the Lightning Space, His Highness Prince Tan Suiting.

Yu Xintang wore a nonchalant smile, her slender eyes lazily twitching as her fingers flew across the room, countless dark-patterned talismans fluttering out of her storage ring and floating in the air.

The successor of Penglai Realm, with a top-grade wind spirit root, and the most outstanding cultivator of talisman arrays and swordsmanship, is the young master Yu Xintang.

"Your Highness," he said with a slight smile, "I apologize for the inconvenience."

The next moment, completely different from his teasing tone, he flicked his fingertip, and the first dozens of wind blade talismans pierced through the air, carrying a sharp purple wind, and slashed at Tan Suiting. The air currents were so violent that they distorted the void, trying to block all escape routes.

Tan Suiting remained unmoved, his cold and aloof expression showing no emotion, and he simply raised his wrist and waved it lightly.

"Sumeru Guide".

In an instant, the entire space in front of him folded up, and all the wind blades were swallowed up by the gaps and disappeared without a trace, not even a wisp of wind could get close to him.

At the same time, the Xuan Sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath.

Tan Suiting's expression was calm yet sharp: "The wind and thunder are moving."

A thunderous blue-purple roar erupted.

He said indifferently, "Crossing the river under the moon in the autumn wind, the first move."

The sharp blade, crackling with blue-purple lightning, pierced out fiercely, carrying the innate pressure of the dragon race. Wherever the lightning passed, the air hissed and steamed.

Yu Xintang smiled and her hands moved with increasing speed as she formed hand seals.

"Chase the Wind!"

The countless talismans were activated instantly, layer upon layer of hurricane talismans stacked on top of each other, and the gale suddenly gathered into a huge vortex, cleverly resisting the thunderous sword force from various places.

"Your Highness," he said, raising an eyebrow, "you forgot, I also practice swordsmanship."

The power of the wind spirit is extremely unpredictable, constantly rotating and tearing around the sword. Countless fine wind threads are hidden in the black mist, silently attacking from all directions, sinister and cunning, impossible to defend against.

Tan Suiting's eyes darkened slightly, impatient with this prolonged struggle.

"Crossing the river under the moon in the autumn wind, second move."

With a flick of his wrist, he twirled the Xuan Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword arcing through the air in a silver arc, deftly shaking off all the talismans.

"Shallow Dragon Abyss".

The surrounding space shattered instantly, and countless dark cracks appeared. The Sumeru Guidance cut through the space, breaking the hurricane rune array in front and sealing off all the hidden attacking wind threads. It was sharp and ruthless, leaving no room for maneuver.

Yu Xintang's steps were quick and light, her figure becoming ethereal with the wind: "Wind-Splitting Bone".

He barely avoided a fatal blow by using his teleportation technique, but his clothes were struck by lightning, leaving large scorch marks.

Yu Xintang glanced down amidst her busy schedule and then froze.

After a while.

"Tan Suiting!" he roared, "My new clothes! You fucking pay me back!"

[Bonus chapter for reaching 400 likes!]

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