These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Even several elders were present.

Ran Xinxue appeared next to the sword-training ground, frowning as she stood with Yuan Wei and the others.

"Who are these people?"

Yuan Wei said in a low voice, "It's said to be from the Jade Sparrow Palace..."

"The Jade Sparrow Palace... People from Guang Shenzhou dare to cause trouble in Nan Jianzhou? Do they really think the Yuan Jian Sect is so easy to bully now?"

Yuan Wei shook his head.

"Sect Master, I think these people probably have ulterior motives."

Ran Xinxue sneered, "Something else on their mind? It's nothing more than the Dragon Slaying Tournament... What other reason could there be? This tactic of stirring up trouble is quite clever. Aren't they worried about exposing their plans prematurely?"

Yuan Wei sighed, "I'm afraid it's some kind of smokescreen. There might be some other arrangement. It's just a bit strange that Feique Palace... has produced such a young disciple. Could it be that their luck has turned around?"

Ran Xinxue raised her head and looked at the two young people in the scene, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Whether it's a stroke of good luck or not... they're destined to go home losing this time."

Yuan Wei nodded.

"After all, it's Qiao Zhiheng... With him around, he's definitely someone you can trust..."

Ran Xinxue chuckled lightly, "I wasn't talking about him."

"Ok?"

-

Li Hanyang was very annoyed.

He even felt somewhat ashamed, as if he had paid the price for his previous arrogance.

Li Hanyang knew he had lost enough after such an easy defeat. Although his fellow disciples might understand him afterward, the fact remained that his former glory was gone.

Just as Li Hanyang was feeling frustrated, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"You lost?"

Li Hanyang was about to fly into a rage, after all, who could tolerate someone rubbing salt into their wounds?

But Li Hanyang quickly realized that something was wrong with the voice; it was...

Li Hanyang turned his head and saw a boy squatting beside him, seemingly very well hidden.

I was too ashamed to admit it, so I stayed in the corner. But why did he come here... just to make fun of me?

"We lost!"

Li Hanyang was very angry, but it was no use. Did he think that denying something meant it never happened?

Wei Tu, standing next to him, smiled, seemingly unconcerned about the other person's feelings.

"Losing is to be expected."

"You don't need to tell me!"

Li Hanyang turned his head away in frustration, but Wei Tu pointed to the two people facing off on the field and began to draw their swords.

"This person is wielding a curved saber, but he uses only sword techniques. His cultivation level is around the third rank of the Dragon Slayer Realm. It's normal that you lost. Don't be angry. What if you hurt yourself by getting angry?"

"I……"

Li Hanyang was on the verge of tears. Was this some kind of woman being coaxed? How could she have gotten so angry that she even ruined her health...?

Wei Tu said, "But I must also admire your courage. You dared to fight these people who came with ill intentions and without knowing the situation."

Li Hanyang sighed helplessly.

"I always have to do something to make others see me, to make them remember me..."

He was talking about his declining glory and his desire to do something great to save the sect from its troubles, but he never expected that it wouldn't just be a setting sun, but a complete collapse.

"Well, it's normal to be profitable. But that's fine too. Who do you think will win?"

Wei Tu suddenly asked this question, seemingly unnoticed by others as he squatted in the crowd.

Li Hanyang said irritably, "It must be Qiao Zhiheng. Qiao Zhiheng's strength was originally around the second or third grade of the Dragon Slayer Realm, and that guy named Zimu has already fought five matches before. He can't continue and will definitely lose."

Wei Tu shook his head at this moment, "I don't think he has any other tricks up his sleeve."

"impossible?"

Li Hanyang looked doubtful.

He felt that with the two seemingly evenly matched, and one side clearly at a physical disadvantage, what chance did the other have? It wasn't even a true life-or-death struggle...

And at that very moment.

Exclamations erupted from the scene.

Qiao Zhiheng thrust his sword with all his might, seemingly piercing through the air itself, a low roar echoing through the air, stirring up the dust on the ground.

The arrogant youth, who was indeed locked in combat with Qiao Zhiheng, used his scimitar to parry the attack. The sword strike was so powerful that it seemed Zimu was powerless to resist, and his scimitar was forcefully deflected.

Qiao Zhiheng's precise sword strike had a follow-up, the sword energy soaring like a rainbow as if piercing one's pupils.

The sword was pressed against Zimu's chest as he stood with his arms outstretched and took two steps back.

It seems that the competition has come to an end, and the winner has been decided.

Qiao Zhiheng thought so too, so he was unprepared for the sword he had pressed against the other's chest.

Just when everyone thought this was the moment for Zimu to admit defeat, the young man's face darkened, and he suddenly made a move, parrying Qiao Zhiheng's longsword with one hand.

Qiao Zhiheng was stunned, seemingly not expecting the other party to be so shameless, resorting to such a 'cheating' method even when the outcome was already decided!

He instinctively raised his sword again, but his opponent was prepared, and although his robe was torn on his arm.

It even seemed as if blood was dripping from his arm, but as he lunged forward, he was faster, more accurate, and more ruthless.

"boom!!"

He punched Qiao Zhiheng in the chest.

"puff!"

Qiao Zhiheng staggered two steps, spitting out blood.

He stared at Zimu with rare anger, as if asking with his eyes, "What kind of sparring is this? You don't understand the principle of stopping when you've made your point!"

Zimu responded with a barrage of punches and kicks.

They even discarded the scimitar and left it aside.

Like a sudden storm, it's the best example of how to seize power without letting up.

Having lost his advantage and initiative, Qiao Zhiheng was left with no choice but to defend himself, but his opponent became increasingly fierce and impatient.

In a short period of time, Qiao Zhiheng suffered injuries to his arms, chest, and shoulders!

"I said I was fighting a life-or-death battle, I didn't say it would end when we were done!!"

"Stop, you shameless bastard!!"

"boom!"

Someone shouted, but Qiao Zhiheng's sword was struck on the wrist and flew away.

Zimu even went so far as to deliver a humiliating kick.

They managed to knock Qiao Zhiheng out of the sword-training area, forcing him to kneel on one knee.

Despite the anger of those around him, Zimu raised his head and looked at Ran Xinxue and the others on the sidelines.

"You must be the sect leader of the Yuanjian Sect, right? Heh, then tell me fairly, who won?"

Ran Xinxue squinted at the arrogant young man.

All around were angry shouts and curses.

"How could there be such a shameless person?!"

"Our Senior Brother Qiao kindly let you off the hook, and you resort to such despicable and underhanded tricks!"

"This incompetent brat dares to dream of cultivating immortality?!"

"Brothers, let's all attack together! He's abandoned all martial ethics, so there's no point in arguing with him!"

Just as those around him were filled with righteous indignation.

Qiao Zhiheng slowly stood up and said coldly, "A loss is a loss, there's nothing more to say."

Even Qiao Zhiheng admitted defeat, which immediately silenced the surrounding disciples, as if the anger they had raised at this moment had been hastily put to rest.

It can never be retrieved.

Ran Xinxue opened her narrowed eyes and looked at Zimu with a smile.

"You won, that's fine. How about another round?"

Zimu smiled and looked at Ran Xinxue.

"Oh? With you? Well, I'd be willing... but I've already played six games in a row, do you guys really have the nerve to win?"

It seems this young man has taken shamelessness to the extreme.

Even with the fresh snow, she wasn't angry; instead, her smile grew even brighter.

"Of course I'd feel bad about beating you, especially since I wasn't the one who played..."

She paused, then, under the gaze of everyone present, she adopted an air of aloofness, appearing cold and unapproachable.

Then he said in a deep voice.

"Wei Tu! I order you to break the arms and legs of these three distinguished guests from Feique Palace and then throw them down the mountain!" PS: I almost got seduced by a wicked woman yesterday, but thankfully I resisted the temptation, otherwise I wouldn't be able to update anymore. Sigh. Are you moved? I am.

63. No need to hide it.

Ran Xinxue's words surprised many people.

As a sect leader, the disciple chosen at this time is definitely the one most valued.