The sword seller, dressed in red, deserves applause for the prankster.

boom--!

The object that fell from the sky was like a meteorite; the moment it hit the ground, it smashed a hole in the floor tiles of Jinfo Temple.

Dust and smoke billowed up, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

Everyone around was stunned.

Yu Wuxin: "What was that thing that fell down?"

Rong Xuanji: "It looks like... a person?"

Jingming: "It is indeed a person."

Yu Wuxin: "Something that falls from the sky, could it be a normal person?"

The three people said, "...I hope he's not dead."

Jingming Buddha Eyes opened: "It seems that Wenren Yi was also hit."

Rong Xuanji and Yu Wuxin: "Then he can die."

Jingming: "Amitabha Buddha."

"The people from Nine Swords Mountain have arrived."

Upon hearing this, everyone adopted a serious expression and looked up at the sky.

In the sky, the group from Nine Swords Mountain flew on swords, all wearing black and white yin-yang robes exclusively sponsored by the Jin family of Jiangling, worth a fortune.

Each of them is outstanding in appearance and has a handsome figure.

They quickly swooped down, looking worriedly into the smoke.

One, two, three, four, only four people? And they're all men.

"Who is Chi Miao? I don't see him."

"There are four men: Ying Wuhuo, Jin Shengfei, Qiu Qi, and another stranger. Wasn't Chi Miao supposed to be a woman?"

"Wait, could it be that...?"

Just then, the person in the smoke finally spoke.

"I'm never playing sword flying again! Ying Wuhuo, Jin Shengfei, can you two please be aware that there's a newbie in the game during your match?!"

Chi Miao's voice was full of complaints.

She had never tried flying on a sword before, so she was not skilled and wobbled the whole way.

As a result, Kim Sung-fei suddenly proposed a competition.

She refused, and Jin Shengfei's provocations were to no avail.

Finally, Jin Shengfei had no choice but to bump Ying Wuhuo with his sword, which made Ying Wuhuo chase after him.

You two can play around, but that bitch Jin Shengfei made her the center of attention, causing her to fall off the pillar by accident.

By the time everyone realized what was happening, she had already plummeted down, streaked with sparks and lightning.

It hurts terribly!

Jin Shengfei clasped his hands together shyly: "First, I'll say sorry, then I'll say it's okay."

Chi Miao: "What do you mean 'nothing'?!"

Jin Shengfei: "It's alright, you're not going to die. You've attended banquets time and time again, but you've never died once. You possess some kind of immortality magic."

Ying Wuhuo nodded, expressing his deep agreement.

However, since there were outsiders present, he still coughed lightly and glanced around.

"Nine Swords Mountain, we are late, please forgive us."

Everyone was stunned, their cerebellum severely atrophied.

"The scene at Nine Swords Mountain is quite...unique."

"It's really unique."

Chi Miao stood up, but almost fell over because she stepped on something round and chubby.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly, performing a handstand jump and landing perfectly.

"This deserves applause!"

Clap clap clap clap!

The guys from Nine Swords Mountain clapped, and the others, seeing this, felt that it would be disrespectful not to clap, so they also hurriedly joined in.

Disciple of Tianjian Sect:

"No, why are we clapping?"

"You're asking me? I don't know!"

"By the way, where is the young sect leader?"

"Wait, Young Sect Master!!"

They looked down at Chi Miao in horror.

Chi Miao was also taken aback and looked down.

Didn't this person dodge?!

And if she wasn't mistaken, the round thing she stepped on when she stood up just now should have been—a human head?

Oh no, she got a kill as soon as she entered the game!

She didn't know who the person below was, so she quickly helped him up, saying, "Dude, do you believe me? I didn't do it on purpose!"

Wenren Yi appeared to have passed away peacefully, without any sign of life.

"Okay, if you don't say anything, I'll take that as you agreeing that you believe me and have forgiven me."

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His head, his head hurts so much!

Chi Miao sighed and looked at Jin Shengfei: "It's hopeless. Let's get ready."

Jin Shengfei also looked dejected: "Okay."

As he spoke, it was unclear where he came from.

Suddenly, Chi Miao had a suona in his hand.

Behind Jin Shengfei was a huge wreath, an ice-sealed coffin, and a paper offering basin already in place.

Everyone: "Huh??"

Their cerebellum has atrophied.

What have you prepared? I'm asking you, what are all these things you've prepared for?!

Who the hell would wear a funeral outfit when they go out?!

Yu Wuxin smirked: "Is this the style Nine Swords Mountain is going for now?"

Rong Xuanji: "...I think it's quite shocking."

Jingming didn't say anything, but suddenly remembered the gossip he had heard about yesterday.

They say that Chi Miao is an abstract person.

Jingming's prominent ears twitched slightly, and he smiled, "Interesting."

If you follow them, you're sure to get some juicy gossip.

……

After a while...

Wenren Yi is still pretending to be dead.

He's been awake for a while now. As long as he keeps pretending to be dead and something bad happens, he'll have a reason to blame Nine Swords Mountain and make them lose face during the Ten Sects Training Camp.

Especially in front of him, even the Nine Swords Mountain had to take care of him with utmost deference!

Nine Swords Mountain is born with a lowly fate!

Upon learning that these were disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Chi Miao suddenly realized a problem: "It seems we're wearing the same clothes as the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Jin Shengfei also noticed and exclaimed in surprise, "This dress was custom-made by my Jin Family Textiles. I specifically mentioned half a month ago that it's impossible for them to make the same style!"

Chi Miao: "Could it be that your Jin family plagiarized someone else? Plagiarism is not good."

Jin Shengfei: "Impossible. The world's best textile workers are all in my family. If it were really my family copying, I would just buy their copyrights."

"Besides, look at the two materials. Theirs is just slightly better silk, while what we're wearing is made from the first batch of silk produced by the Ice Spirit Silkworm. One set can pack them together, clothes and internal organs."

"If anyone's copying, it's them copying us."

Chi Miao: "You're such a rascal, family. I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Then look down at Wenren Yi.

She paused for a moment, then muttered under her breath, "Tsk, I used to think this style of dress was quite nice."

"Why are they wearing these...?"

Tsk.

As the saying goes, it's not scary to wear the same clothes as someone else; it's embarrassing for the one who looks worse.

Hearing these words, Wenren Yi, still not recovered, was almost driven to death by anger again.

You're saying their clothes are copied from yours? Or are they just ordinary stuff?!

The key question is, what's behind that phrase, "wearing them"? He asked you, "What's wrong with wearing them?"

Wenren Yi was about to start cursing, but then he suddenly remembered that the person who sold them the clothes said that their clothes were custom-made by the Jin family.

This seems to... match up perfectly.

Hold.

How could such a coincidence happen in the world?

He should play dead; this is the time to play dead!

The other disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect broke down: "You, are all the people from Nine Swords Mountain so rude? Not only did you injure our Heavenly Sword Sect's young master, but you also dare to speak so disrespectfully!"

Chi Miao let out an "Ah".

I looked down.

"This ugly guy is actually the young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect? Wait, wasn't he described as having divine beauty and celestial talent in the Prodigy Handbook?"

This doesn't look like it at all!

Where are these immortals and gods?

Although her statement about "ugly" was influenced by personal feelings, it's true that this person's appearance is far from that of a goddess!

Wenren Yi was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder.

He can't hear! He's playing dead! He knows nothing!

Ying Wuhuo glanced at him, smiled, and whispered something to Chi Miao.

"He's faking his death."

Chi Miao responded softly, "I know."

Can you two please try to keep him from hearing this?

When he's in such an embarrassing situation, can't he just pretend he doesn't know anything?

Just then, Chi Miao looked at him with a mischievous grin.

Playing dead? Trying to stage an accident?

Although I really did smash you, you were also really faking it. Neither of us are good people, so let's see who can't take it anymore first.

Being a jerk? She's a master at it.

In a single breath, Chi Miao's expression changed from pitiful to pitiful.

"I never imagined that the person I ran over and killed was the young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect. This is a sect feud, and we were hoping to resolve it here. But this happened! It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely save your life."

"I happen to have two life-saving elixirs here, priceless."

"Come on, open your mouth and eat my elixir!"