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

[Who is that person wearing a mask next to me?]

[Jiang Yinhuan, the junior sister of the Dao Seeking Sect, wields a flute and possesses considerable talent. In the original story, she was the one who laid an ambush before her senior sister drew her sword.]

[Her flute playing can disturb the mind and even make people willing to commit suicide; it's incredibly powerful.]

[Huo Jiangmei is eight years older than Nie Zhao and has also consumed the golden finger pill refined by Su Boyu, so she's already at the mid-Nascent Soul stage. She's a bit difficult to deal with.]

[How can we play if this isn't nerfed?]

Upon seeing the group, Yan Chenxiao shielded Su Boyu behind him.

He spoke first, coldly: "So you've come after all."

Even someone as fiery-tempered as Shen Chunri was too exhausted to argue with him. She waved her hand weakly and said, "Go away. Go to the side. I'll come back and humiliate you properly after I've rested."

"you!"

Just as Yan Chenxiao was about to say something, Huo Jiangmei raised her hand to stop him.

"Senior sister," he said, clearly unconvinced, frowning as he began to complain, "she's the one who severely injured Bo Yu during the sect election."

"Don't be rude," Huo Jiangmei said calmly, looking up at the group of people in front of her. "Cultivators respect strength, so let's discuss this further at Wanjian Mountain."

Nie Zhao stood up slowly, arms crossed, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Is that so?"

She slowly uttered two words, the air thick with provocative tension: "I'll be waiting."

Just kidding, the Feng Hua Sect is not only trouble-making but also fearless of trouble; if they are not afraid of trouble, they will cause trouble even more fiercely.

They're already being kind by not provoking others outside; how dare they let others run wild?

Shen Chunri brushed past them, muttering indifferently, his mouth moving incredibly fast: "What the hell are you talking about? You piece of trash who got beaten like a grandson by my senior brother, who's two realms above you, have the nerve to bark here? Go eat shit."

"Shen Chunri!" Yan Chenxiao gritted his teeth coldly.

Yu Xintang instantly stepped in front of her, revealing a bewitching smile, his eyes slightly narrowed, a talisman dangling from his mouth: "Hmm?"

The meaning is clear. Anyone who tries to harm the medicine cultivators of the Feng Hua Sect will be met with direct confrontation.

What he was holding in his mouth was an explosive tag that he had researched, improved, and enhanced with Xie Weixing.

If we really have to take action, we'll blow them all to smithereens.

Su Boyu stood behind Yan Chenxiao, raising her eyes to look at the young master of Penglai Realm before her, her gaze complex.

Xie Weixing pressed down on Yu Xintang's shoulder and slowly approached. He paused as he brushed past Yan Chenxiao, then curled his lips into a smile: "I didn't expect that after fighting me, you would still have the mood to continue cultivating?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly, the smile on his lips slowly fading: "If I were you, I'd better find a quiet place to die."

*

The five rooms for the group were very close together, and each room was on a separate floor.

This is the treatment the young master of the Yu clan of Penglai receives.

He's really annoying. He's a real villain.

"Senior Sister," Shen Chunri said, lying in the rocking chair looking at the ceiling, "Isn't that Huo Jiangmei in the mid-Nascent Soul Realm? I remember a couple of years ago the Dao Seeking Sect was bragging that she was the youngest female Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, huh? Did they even ask our Feng Hua Sect for their opinion?"

"About that," Nie Zhao replied coldly.

Huo Jiangmei is at least at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, and should not be underestimated.

"Is he that amazing?" Yu Xintang closed his eyes. In the past, he would have exchanged a few polite words, but since arriving at Fenghua Sect, he had come to understand the meaning of genius.

Reaching the Nascent Soul Realm at twenty-eight years old is truly an old age.

He idly played with the chain in his hand: "At our current cultivation speed, if we haven't reached the Nascent Soul Realm by the age of twenty-five, then we're just dragging the sect down."

After all, the current pillars of the cultivation world, led by Feng Jilan, are all under 30 years old when they have reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Not to mention that this generation of Feng Hua Sect has a genius who reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of nineteen.

Everyone turned their attention to Tan Suiting, who was sleeping to the side.

There was also a monster who recovered his spiritual power at the age of eighteen and established his foundation on the same day. Within two and a half months, he formed an eighth-order spirit beast and entered the Golden Core realm. It took him another year and a half to form his Nascent Soul.

Everyone turned their attention to Xie Weixing, who was drinking tea to the side.

Who said their Feng Hua Sect has no future? The future of the Feng Hua Sect is incredibly bright.

*

The Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Gathering is held once every ten years, and countless people are waiting for this year to enter and find weapons. Not only are there direct disciples from sects, but also countless independent cultivators.

Xie Weixing looked around and saw many familiar faces.

Ren Wenxue from the Flower Goddess Sect arrived, arms crossed, a mocking smile on her face as she looked at them.

There was also a woman in white standing next to him.

"Shameless." Shen Chunri sneered in a low voice, spitting lightly. "The major sects stipulate that those who already possess spiritual weapons are not allowed to enter Ten Thousand Swords Mountain. This damn Flower and Grass Sect insisted on waiting for their direct disciple to be over thirty years old and already at the Nascent Soul stage before letting them in. That one in white is their senior sister, Yue Jiao. She is also from another race. I have fought with her before, and she is not easy to deal with."

Xie Weixing looked up and glanced at it.

They're exploiting a bug here again.

The sect election was already stuck, and it's still stuck now. When will we know? It's really heartbreaking to see people trying so hard to find shortcuts but still losing in the end.

Looking to the side, the members of the Dao Asking Sect also gave them a cold look.

Wen Fu arrived, with a man in blue standing in front of him.

"That's the senior disciple of Zixiao Palace," Yu Xintang said softly, covering her mouth with her folding fan. "His name is Pei Huaiyuan, he's twenty-nine years old, and I heard he's already at the Nascent Soul stage."

Nie Shiyun stood with his arms crossed, his eyes filled with undisguised malice. Song Lingyue stood beside him, looking at the group with ill intent. The leader was a man who held a sword and remained silent. He looked older than them and his cultivation level was most likely above the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Those idiots from the Tianxuan Sect are here too," Xie Weixing said calmly. "Why are they all sending people based on age?"

No wonder the Feng Hua Sect was in such a sorry state in the original book. It turns out that other sects had senior brothers and sisters in their thirties or forties bringing their junior brothers and sisters to collect spiritual weapons, but the Feng Hua Sect was like a bunch of old fools, sending all their direct disciples to Wan Jian Mountain when they were only eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Yeah, they're a generation younger than us, grandpa," Shen Chunri rolled her eyes. "They can't afford to live, can they? By the time I'm that old, I'll have punched them to death."

Yu Xintang clicked her tongue and leaned closer to her: "Why does my head feel a little sore looking at this bunch of Nascent Soul cultivators who look like they're being sold wholesale?"

"Don't be afraid, I'll find a chance to poison these bastards."

"Agreed," Yu Xintang sneered, shrugging and lightly nudging the woman in red beside her. "Senior Sister, would you like to join our dog-catching squad?"

Nie Zhao rolled her eyes and decided to stay away from them, afraid of picking up their stupidity.

"Where's Xiaolong?" Yu Xintang moved over little by little and, like brothers, lifted his arms to hug him.

Tan Suiting glanced at him and reminded him, "Master said that we must not take lives carelessly."

Thinking of this, the two of them simultaneously sighed, "Ah. Right."