These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

In fact, most disciples quickly realized, after a brief moment of surprise, that Wei Tu was indeed the only remaining candidate.

This young man, who is most adept at creating miracles, is the only disciple after Qiao Zhiheng who has the potential to avenge the Yuanjian Sect.

Although Qiao Zhiheng lost the competition due to his opponent's shamelessness and despicable actions, a loss is a loss nonetheless. He could only place his hopes on others, and Wei Tu became his only option.

However, many people still have doubts.

"Senior Brother Qiao... should be the strongest, right? Senior Brother Wei is also very powerful, but this is one against three..."

"Isn't the task assigned to Senior Brother Wei too heavy?"

"I've been given this mission in a time of crisis! If I had the ability, wouldn't I be overjoyed?"

"If this gets out... I don't even want to imagine what the storytellers will say!"

"But...but this is too difficult, isn't it? These people are clearly prepared. This is bad, this is bad!"

"That's true... We can only pray for a miracle, right? Otherwise, our sect will lose too much face today..."

Bai Youwei was also in the crowd, standing with her master, Lin Ruoyin.

The serene and quiet woman beside her suddenly spoke as the girl's expression shifted slightly.

"You care about him a lot?"

Bai Youwei was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw Lin Ruoyin looking at her calmly, but her eyes seemed to hold a mysterious quality that could see right through her.

She felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, as if denying it directly at this moment would seem like burying her head in the sand.

So she quickly thought, "Hmm... his relationship with Junior Sister Su Su... and they went through life and death together in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, so I'm a little curious."

Lin Ruoyin nodded, seemingly not finding any problem with it, and it was unclear whether she didn't intend to say anything more, or if she simply meant to say something.

"He is indeed the only one besides Qiao Zhiheng who is capable of defeating these people. You might have a hard time even if you were to go up against him. You need to cultivate more."

"Yes, I know, Master."

"You think he can take on three?"

"...This disciple does not know."

Bai Youwei's rational answer.

Lin Ruoyin smiled slightly. "No, you know, you believe it, right?"

"It doesn't matter. I don't care about these things anyway, but he really is a special one. It proves that you and Su Mi have good taste."

"...No, Master, I..."

"Watching a show."

Lin Ruoyin's gaze was indifferent, but Bai Youwei felt a mix of emotions. She felt as if she was the only one who considered it a secret, while others seemed to see it all as an open secret.

Wei Tu, who was squatting in the crowd, was stunned when he heard this.

My first thought was... how did she know I was here?

Is it nonsense, or did you actually see it?

Li Hanyang, who was standing next to him, immediately revealed a gloating expression.

Looking at the boy beside him who hadn't gotten up yet, "The sect leader called your name, hehehe..."

What are you laughing at?

Wei Tu said irritably.

Li Hanyang was naturally overjoyed.

"Why aren't you allowed to laugh? This is a great opportunity for you to make a name for yourself. If this works out, you'll probably be famous in Nan Jian Prefecture."

Wei Tu said dismissively, "I'm famous enough already. Why don't I just give you this opportunity? You take it?"

Li Hanyang immediately shook his head, "I would never embarrass myself again. Do you think I'm stupid? Alright, get up, I'm waiting to see the show."

Wei Tu shook his head. "It must be poisonous. I'm not going. Give me cover, I'll go yo-yo right away."

As a result, Li Hanyang stood up abruptly and said in an exaggerated voice that everyone could hear.

"Ah! Junior Brother Wei! So you're here. So you knew you were going to step up in this crisis? You truly are a standout among the young disciples. Get up and teach them a lesson!"

Instantly, everyone's attention was focused on it.

The scene of Li Hanyang standing up and a handsome young man squatting beside him was somewhat comical.

Li Hanyang looked at the squatting boy with a smile.

It seems that he felt that by using this method to secretly plot against the other party, he could finally vent the anger that had been building up in his heart for many years.

Wei Tu glared at Li Hanyang with annoyance.

"It's a good job, but it's a bit bad."

"Whether it's rotten or not doesn't matter, there's nothing you can do about it now."

So, under everyone's watchful eyes, Wei Tu could only slowly stand up.

Ran Xinxue, who was standing on the edge, looked at the boy.

"Wei Tu, did you understand what I just said?"

Wei Tu reluctantly bowed to Ran Xinxue.

"I will do my best to fulfill what the sect leader has said."

Ran Xinxue wasn't buying it at all. What kind of time is this to be acting all slick and slippery like an eel?

"Listen carefully, what I want to hear is not effort, but necessity. If you can't do it, get off the mountain."

This statement surprised many people present.

After all, in their view, although defeating Zi Mu, who had fought six consecutive battles, might be relatively easy, there were still two people behind him who had not yet made a move... There would always be some unexpected events, and it would be harder for him to do so than to climb to the sky. If he could defeat two of them in a row, Wei Tu would have basically completed his mission.

Ran Xinxue's demand was that if he couldn't defeat three of them, he would be expelled from the sect. What kind of bizarre operation is this?

Is it possible for a sect leader to be so reckless? Trying every means to drive such an outstanding disciple away? Could it be that the two have some enormous conflict?

Even Yuan Wei, who was standing next to him, wanted to speak up and stop them.

"Hey, Sect Master, isn't this...?"

Ran Xinxue glanced at Yuan Wei, and her imposing aura immediately silenced Yuan Wei.

The boy, who seemed to be caught in a dilemma and targeted by the whole world, nodded calmly in the eyes of everyone else.

"The disciple understands."

After speaking, Wei Tu took a step forward. Zi Mu looked at him, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, his expression unchanged.

Then, looking at the boy... he turned around.

What is he planning to do? Run away? Running away now would be too embarrassing, wouldn't it?

This person seems different from what I knew...

Just as Zi Mu was filled with doubt, Wei Tu turned to look at Li Hanyang.

"Lend me your sword."

Li Hanyang was taken aback. "You didn't bring your sword?"

Wei Tu spread his hands.

Li Hanyang hesitated for a moment, "Will you not?"

Wei Tu said irritably, "Would I, the senior disciple of Little Iris Peak, refuse to give you a sword?"

Li Hanyang retorted irritably, "Who doesn't know that Little Iris Peak is poor!"

Wei Tu said helplessly, "Even if I'm poor, I can't possibly owe you a sword. Here, I'll treat you to a drink later."

Li Hanyang reluctantly handed his sword to Wei Tu, repeatedly reminding him, "Don't break it... Remember, if you win, I'll get 30% credit, right?"

Wei Tu said with a smile, "I'll give you 50%."

At this moment, Zi Mu seemed to finally be unable to restrain himself, and he didn't even bother to secretly adjust his breathing.

"Are you going to fight or not? What are you dawdling about?!"

Wei Tu turned around, sword in hand, and looked at Zi Mu with a smile.

"I've seen people eager to take advantage of others, but I've never seen anyone eager to suffer."

Zimu seemed to have encountered someone whose arrogance could rival his own for the first time, and immediately sneered.

"You think you're worthy? You need to borrow a sword? I've never seen anyone who can be called a sword cultivator!"

Wei Tu slightly lifted the hem of her clothes, muttering to herself, "Be careful not to get it dirty later, this was made by my senior sister..."

Then he walked up to Zimu, raised his head, and spoke calmly and gently.

"Does a swordsman focus on the sword in their hand or the sword in their heart? You should know very well that."

Zimu sneered, "Enough with the nonsense!"

"it is good."

Wei Tu gave a simple response, then stood still, holding his sword in one hand.

Standing behind Zimu, Luohe said with a smile, "Zimu, be careful. This guy surnamed Wei seems to be something."

Yu Qing, standing beside Luo He, glanced around slightly.

"She's quite good-looking; it would be even better if she weren't just a pretty face..."

Zi Mu was furious. How could this expressionless boy make every single word sound so infuriating?

He didn't need to worry too much, since he had come all this way specifically for this young man.

It would be best to draw out the other party.

Zimu took all the prior warnings to heart, warning him to be careful with his sword... He wanted to see what kind of sword Zimu could use!

As Zimu slightly raised the curved blade in his hand, he locked onto his opponent's figure.

His eyes seemed to clearly see the flow of energy within the other person's body.

This is why he can always easily find the opponent's weakness; the weak point is where the energy flows.