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

"Is Xie Weixing even human?" Shen Chunri exclaimed in shock, leaning over the stone table. "I've never seen such an awesome Golden Core cultivator before! Hey, Xiao Tan, have you ever seen one?"

Tan Suiting slowly shook his head.

Yesterday's match between the two was indeed unexpected by everyone.

Xie Weixing, who had just stepped out after sleeping all day with his spiritual energy depleted, heard these words. He leaned against the door frame and smiled casually: "Oh, you flatter me. You don't need to love me too much."

Shen Chunri turned around upon hearing this and clicked his tongue: "Who loves you? No, did you secretly evolve while we were in seclusion for the past six months? That move of yours was so strange, oh no, I should say every move you make is especially strange."

She tentatively moved closer: "Hey, tell me, how did you do it? Teach me how you did it, big brother!"

She also wanted to be incredibly cool by doing this and that and then beat up her senior sister.

With a soft sound, someone appeared as if they were speaking. Shen Chunri felt that his mouth might have been blessed.

The gates of the disciples' quarters were opened.

It is Nie Zhao.

She glanced at the four people lounging around in the yard and asked, "Have you rested enough?"

Yesterday's battle on the platform depleted everyone's spiritual energy, so we rested for a day.

"Okay," Shen Chunri replied, completely unsuspecting.

Yu Xintang nodded: "Mm."

Xie Weixing sensed something was wrong but didn't say anything.

"Come out when you've rested enough," Nie Zhao said calmly.

"What's wrong?" Shen Chunri asked.

"Special training." Nie Zhao raised the Xuan Sword in his hand. "I will give you special training."

Shen Chunri's eyes widened, her teeth instantly aching, and she asked tremulously, "...Should half of your spiritual power be sealed as well?"

Nie Zhao gave her a cold look, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"No," she said. "I'll do my best. One at a time."

The disciples' courtyard fell silent for a second.

"Fourth Junior Sister, my life is so miserable," Xie Weixing began to act. "In the years I've been at Fenghua Sect, I haven't had a good day. My back... my spiritual power..."

Shen Chunri was so frightened that he almost jumped up and performed a ritual to exorcise the evil spirits.

"Speaking of which, my back is killing me..." Yu Xintang joined in without hesitation, starting her act from scratch, grabbing Tan Suiting's sleeve, "Long, the beating I gave you yesterday still hurts today..."

Tan Suiting was stunned for a moment, thinking that he didn't think his back had been injured yesterday.

Realizing what was happening, he quickly stood up, his expression serious: "Senior brother, let me take a look at you."

Shen Chunri stood in the middle, at a loss and completely bewildered.

She was the only one who didn't go up to the execution platform yesterday, and there's no excuse she can't find.

She hardened her heart and thought that it would be better to poison herself now than to be beaten up like a punching bag.

This is a Phoenix Maiden at the Nascent Soul Realm! Senior Sister!

Before they could even make a move, a sword aura swept over without mercy.

"boom!"

The stone table in the disciples' courtyard was blown in two.

Everyone fell silent, staring in shock at the stone table that had been instantly killed by a single, casual sword strike from their senior sister.

"After an incense stick's time," Nie Zhao sheathed the Xuan Sword and held it in his hand, "I'll see you at the Martial Arts Arena."

She turned around, tilted her head slightly, and left a cold remark.

"If they're not coming, I'll invite them myself."

……

The remaining four people were ashen-faced, filled with despair and terror.

Xie Weixing spoke first, chuckling twice: "Is it too late for me to leave the sect now?"

Shen Chunri immediately got up to pack his luggage: "Take one with me, take one with me..."

Yu Xintang looked up at the sky helplessly: "Should I go home? I suddenly feel like I can get up this morning. Early to bed and early to rise makes you healthy."

Tan Suiting blinked and said calmly, "Senior Sister seems very angry. We're probably going to die today."

The remaining three froze.

They all turned around and said in unison, "You tell us!"

Tan Suiting paused for a moment, then said, "Oh."

He fled, she chased, but neither of them could escape.

*

Nie Zhao was furious. Extremely furious.

I was frustrated all night after losing to Xie Weixing yesterday, and I was really angry because of his strange and inexplicable moves.

Therefore, at the peak of his spiritual power today, he is in a very violent state. Extremely violent.

It was like they were in berserk mode; the group was exhausted and begged for mercy countless times.

Nie Zhao burned a spirit-enhancing talisman in his palm.

He spoke calmly, "Continue."

The four people were blasted around by the Phoenix Fire, like four small fried skewers in gutter oil outside an elementary school.

It crackles and pops, very flavorful and satisfying.

"Holy shit..." Yu Xintang, barely clinging to life, dodged the fireball, utterly shocked. "Xie Weixing, how did you win yesterday? That shrew?"

Xie Weixing was also in a sorry state, with one part of his clothes burned and another blown through.

"I don't know..." He took a deep breath and shouted, "Senior sister! That's enough! Special training is about the spirit, not about killing everyone before it stops!"

Nie Zhao's phoenix wings blotted out the sky, a stark contrast to the oppressive aura of half the spiritual power he had displayed on the killing platform yesterday. He glanced at him coldly and unhesitatingly threw a fiery spell at him.

She said, "Then you should try to understand what my feelings are."

Xie Weixing desperately dodged the attack.

He doesn't want to experience it!

Finally, the four of them were bombarded with attacks all afternoon until Nie Zhao used up all eight of his spirit-enhancing talismans and ran out of spiritual energy.

They barely managed to finish this special training.

When the group helped each other out of the martial arts arena, none of them could straighten their legs.

As soon as I stepped outside, I ran into Feng Jilan, who was there to inspect the situation. He was holding a shovel, probably cooking something.

"Oh, so that explains the commotion this afternoon," he cleared his throat, a hint of schadenfreude playing on his lips, "What did you do to offend Senior Sister this time?"

Everyone rolled their eyes in unison, ignored him, and continued on their way with difficulty. Yu Xintang's leg was broken, so she walked with an up-and-down gait, sometimes 1.7 meters tall and sometimes 1.8 meters tall.

Feng Jilan was very curious and clicked his tongue: "Xie Weixing, you tell me."

Xie Weixing remained expressionless, inwardly sneering.

Continue. Continue mocking, continue gloating.

He cleared his throat, speaking weakly: "Little swallow, wearing a flowery dress, flies to my place every year."

He glanced up, expressionless, and said, "I asked Yanzi why she came, and she said, 'Mind your own business.'"

Wind and Waves: ?

*

That evening, the group used Shen Chunri's special training medicine for being beaten. After applying it, they had Xie Weixing prepare an ice bed, and then laid a cooling mat on it. They lay down in the courtyard and looked at the stars.

Next to it was a piece of osmanthus cake that had been stolen from the small kitchen.

Feng Jilan spent the whole afternoon preparing food for tomorrow, only to have it all taken by them.

Although he steals occasionally, he is relatively polite.

Some will be reserved for the old man in the Hall of Longevity who loves cooking.

Moreover, the old man knew that the pigs in the disciples' courtyard often came to steal food, so he always made extra portions for them.

However, given that he came to Yiwu Arena specifically to mock them today, he didn't keep any this time.

The five people took out their pillows and lay down together, biting into sweet and soft osmanthus cakes, their fragrant aroma filling their nostrils, and looking up at the night sky to see what shapes the stars were.

My senior sister smelled of soapberry after she had just taken a shower, which made me feel inexplicably at ease and gradually calmed my mind.

Before long, Shen Chunri had fallen asleep leaning against Nie Zhao. Yu Xintang fanned her intermittently, the cool breeze blowing away her slightly damp bangs from her recent shower.

Xie Weixing was exhausted and leaned against Tan Suiting's chest, snoring softly. The little prince gently stroked his crimson hair ribbon with his fingertips and idly used the Sumeru Summoning Tool to catch mosquitoes.

The cicadas began to chirp, and the night breeze dissipated the last bit of heat.

It is summer.