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

Everyone was stunned by this shameless remark.

Xie Weixing's lips twitched: "Heh."

Nie Zhao slashed down three spirit beasts with a single sword strike, his words succinct: "I told you to stop hanging around with that shameless pig Xie Weixing. You only learn to be stupid, not good."

Shen Chunri asked in confusion, "That doesn't make sense. What good things could Xie Kunkun possibly have to learn?"

Xie Weixing: ?

He was amused and annoyed, then sneered after a moment: "You just wait and see."

"That's true," Yu Xintang said calmly, plunging his knife into the spirit beast's neck with a backhand motion. Blood splattered onto his cheek, and his slightly upturned eyelashes furrowed briefly before disappearing again due to the illusion. "Besides, I'm quite independent; I don't need my senior brother like Little Dragon. What deep-seated hatred do they have for a genius like me who doesn't compete with the world?"

Shen Chunri rolled her eyes: "Do you even have a senior brother? Even if you want to rely on your senior sister, she won't let you."

"Do you think I have a grudge against you?" Tan Suiting suddenly stopped and turned to look at him, his face calm. "If I say one more word, I'll send you to a mass grave so you can be laid to rest as soon as possible."

"I think it's a good idea." Shen Chunri chuckled, a silver needle between his fingers. He took it out and brandished it, eager for a good show. "Second Senior Brother, do you know an acupoint? It's just a little below your neck. Swish, stick it in, and before you even realize it, you're dead."

Yu Xintang, who had been confronted by Tan Suiting and then Shen Chunri, let out a horrified sneer: "Murder a handsome man?"

"Shut up," Nie Zhao said calmly. "If you want to die, I'll send you all on your way later."

By slaying the spirit beasts, the group absorbed the spiritual energy floating in Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, making their auras more refined and stable. They no longer used their spiritual energy on a large scale, but instead relied on their physical bodies, swordsmanship, and close combat to fight off the tidal wave of ferocious beasts.

The spiritual energy mingled and seeped into the body through the wounds, weapons, and fingertips.

The roars and slaughter never cease; they fight in desperate situations and are tempered in perilous circumstances.

I find myself feeling very comfortable seeing these five people together...

[This guy is a genius, I can't compete, you're just waiting to fall, hahaha]

[So what's the purpose of entering the Beast Forest? The Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Tournament has limited opening hours, so when should we go get the spirit weapon?]

[I don't know, I'm not sure, but I just blindly believe in Xie's father.]

"So many," Shen Chunri said, a little tired from killing. Without spiritual energy to support him, his physical strength was already low. "This is so boring."

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow: "Boring? Let's count them, whoever kills the most wins."

Shen Chunri became interested: "Sure!"

Tan Suiting held his sword horizontally before him and said coldly, "So what if you lose?"

Xie Weixing said without hesitation, "The loser has to go to the Dao Seeking Sect later to confess to someone."

Tan Suiting: ?

Silence.

The men all shuddered.

Nie Zhao's lips twitched, and his hands moved much faster: "One."

Xie Weixing turned around, drew his bow, squinted, and killed four people with a single arrow, like skewers of meat, while counting aloud: "Four."

Yu Xintang's eyes widened, and the young nobleman dropped his pretense, shouting, "Xie Xiaoshui! Do you have to be so vicious!"

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow, turned around and slammed his bow into the spirit beast, still taunting, "If you can't play this game, you can go sit at the same table as Shen Chunri."

Shen Chunri: ?

"How many insults are you going to hurl in one sentence now?" she yelled. "Come on! Xie Kunkun! I'll bet you!"

She tore the spirit beast's leg apart with one hand and kicked its head away with the other: "You just wait until today to go and tell Su Boyu that I like you!"

"Come on." Xie Weixing kicked the bow and arrow, killing two spirit beasts with one blow. He even had time to wink sweetly, "Fashionable Eight Kills."

Tan Suiting pierced the spirit beast's body with a single sword strike, his eyes filled with murderous intent, clearly serious: "Seven."

The players were evenly matched, and the score was very close. The number of spirit beasts in the illusion dwindled as they were killed, and in the end, the players even fought over who would be the last one standing.

"Aaaaaah!" Shen Chunri screamed in despair, "Let go of that spirit beast and come at me!!!"

Yu Xintang rushed ahead and killed the last one with a single blow.

With a swift stroke of the blade, the illusion vanished instantly.

The group was brimming with spiritual energy, progressing faster than they had in a week of cultivation before. Moreover, the beast tide they had just experienced had compensated for many of their weaknesses in close combat.

Yu Xintang blew on her messy bangs and raised her hand to wipe the blood off the short blade.

He was at least a mediocre swordsman, and he was extremely smug: "Eighty-nine."

Nie Zhao patted the dust off his sleeves: "Ninety-two."

Tan Suiting sheathed his sword, his tone indifferent: "Ninety-five."

Xie Weixing put the bow back into his storage ring and smiled: "Ninety-seven."

Shen Chunri's bangs were messy, making her look like a crazy person who had been out playing all day. Her tone suggested that she had lost the will to live.

"...Eighty-eight."

She's only one step away from Yu Xintang.

"What a great number!" Yu Xintang placed her hand on Xie Weixing's shoulder, hiding the lower half of her face, her slender fingers pressed against her nose, desperately suppressing a laugh. "Lucky, lucky, lucky!"

"Yu Xintang..." Shen Chunri pressed her fingers together, gritting her teeth, "You did this on purpose!!!"

She threw a punch at him.

The two chased each other and started fighting again.

Yu Xintang was chased around the woods: "If I didn't intentionally win, would I intentionally lose?!"

Shen Chunri's folding fan was hallucinated as a large cleaver, and he chased after her, shouting, "You damn corn! Why did you steal my last one?!"

"Nonsense! You don't want to confess to the Dao Seeking Sect, but I do?"

"Aaaaaah, I don't care—"

Nie Zhao clicked his tongue, reached out and hooked Shen Chunri's collar, pulled him back and slapped him: "That's enough."

"Ugh." Shen Chunri was grabbed, his hands hanging limply, and he was held up in front of Nie Zhao like a little zombie, completely obedient.

Hehe. Got beaten up again.

Yu Xintang crossed her arms and leisurely made a face at her.

Suddenly, there was a faint rustling of grass.

Tan Suiting frowned, turned around, and said coldly, "Who?"

A flash of cold light, and the sharp blade landed on the man's neck.

Xie Weixing turned his head to look.

A child covered in flowers and plants.

It must be some kind of plant spirit.

"what!"

It was so frightened by Tan Suiting's sword intent that it hid behind the trees, trembling with fear.

Nie Zhao frowned slightly: "Why is there a child here?"

"It's not a child," Xie Weixing said, "it's a little demon."

He raised his hand to block Tan Suiting's sword, then gently squatted down not far from the little demon and slowly spoke, "Hello?"

Sure enough, he still only knew this one opening line.

The little demon flinched, and the leaves and tendrils on its head trembled.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it." Shen Chunri waved his hand, releasing the vines of the wood spirit root, which gently curled up in the air and bent towards the little demon.

The little demon finally reacted, blinked, and touched the vine with the whiskers on its head.

Yu Xintang asked curiously, "What does this mean?"