These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Suddenly, Huang Shang above said, "Xunxian Palace, Qin Zipei."

Upon hearing the words "Seeking Immortals Palace," Wei Tu subconsciously looked up.

Then I saw a figure not far away, and took a step forward.

His long robe flowed gracefully, and his hair was loosely draped, giving him the air of a wandering, carefree wanderer.

"This junior is here."

His voice was deep, yet possessed its own unique strength.

Huang Shang looked at him with indifferent eyes.

"You are the hope of the Immortal Seeking Palace and a strong candidate. I hope you can perform to your full potential."

"Yes."

Qin Zipei calmly returned to the group.

"Tianyi Waterside Pavilion, Miao Miao!"

Miao Miao, who was standing in the line with her head down, looked up nervously and saw Huang Shang's eyes.

He took a deep breath and tried to walk calmly.

"This junior is here."

Huang Shang said in a deep voice, "I have a history with Tianyi Water Pavilion. Your master speaks highly of you and hopes you will not disappoint him. Results are not important; what matters is whether you can perform to your full potential."

"Yes, I understand."

As Miao Miao retreated, Wang Yao smiled and patted his shoulder.

The boy turned around and sighed.

The girl grinned.

Looking at the vast crowd before him, all the ambitious young people, Miao Miao clenched his fists.

"Yuanjia grass".

When Huang Shang said the name, his tone softened considerably, a change that many people could clearly hear.

Yuan Jia Cao strode forward.

"The disciple is here."

Huang Shang thought for a moment, then simply said...

"Work hard, don't embarrass the sect."

"Your disciple will remember this."

Such words seemed somewhat harsh, as if adding some kind of pressure, but Yuan Jiacao seemed used to it and did not express any further reaction.

Huang Shang read out the names of almost every sect's most promising disciples.

When they reached the Abyss Sword Sect, Huang Chang paused for a moment before finally uttering the name.

"Yuanjian Sect, Wei Tu."

Wei Tu looked at Qiao Zhiheng, and Qiao Zhiheng looked at him and gestured with his lips.

"Am I obligated to give him this face?"

Wei Tu asked curiously because he didn't like this way of calling out names; it felt like he was being lectured.

Qiao Zhiheng nodded. "Of course, they're the hosts, we should give them some face."

"Okay."

Wei Tu stepped forward and simply nodded to Huang Shang.

"This junior is here."

Huang Shang looked at the boy who was calmly looking at him, with no change in his eyes.

He seemed to want to say something.

"Last time in the trial at Yuanjian Sect, you were outmatched. Let's see how it goes this time. You have quite a few opponents."

Wei Tu smiled as he looked at Huang Shang.

"There are not many who can be called rivals."

"..."

An uproar erupted around them.

Lin Ruoyin shook her head helplessly.

"He's doing it again."

Mu Xitong rubbed Jiang Ying's head and said with a smile.

“If he didn’t do it this way, he wouldn’t be himself.”

As she spoke, something occurred to her, and she reached out and touched her soft chest...

The crowd around was naturally surprised. Although some people knew that this young man was a madman, they did not expect him to be so arrogant, even daring to act arrogantly in front of Huang Shang.

This sect leader of the God-Gazing Realm probably hasn't seen such an arrogant young man in many years.

Most young people nowadays are humble and polite, wishing they could hide their true abilities in the ground, and they've all mastered the art of playing dumb to outsmart others.

Young people like Wei Tu are like villains in legendary stories, the kind of paper tigers who pretend to be weak to catch others.

Huang Shang squinted at Wei Tu, seemingly putting pressure on him, but the boy seemed to have an exceptionally large heart, able to withstand anything, or perhaps he simply didn't feel it at all.

She smiled and looked at the man.

Huang Shang finally nodded.

"I hope your words come true, otherwise we'll become a laughing stock."

"Don't worry, Sect Leader Huang, it won't happen."

"Hahahaha... Okay, you can go back now."

Huang Shang laughed a few times, more to ease the awkwardness.

Wei Tu retreated and looked at Qiao Zhiheng beside him.

"How was my assessment, Senior Brother Qiao?"

Qiao Zhiheng clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Not arrogant enough."

"Then how should we say it?"

"You should say that these people are not enough to fight. Sect Leader Huang, why don't you come down and have a match with them?"

"Isn't this a bit too arrogant?"

"It's okay, the effects are about the same anyway."

"No one understands me better than Senior Brother Qiao."

"We're in the same boat..."

The headcount meeting ended quickly.

This was their last day of rest and preparation. Afterward, everyone returned to their rooms and waited for the disciples of Lu Chenzong to send over the battle arrangements.

Each sect faces different opponents, and if you miss them in the first round, you may never have the chance to meet them again.

After all, in a two-on-two match, only the winner takes the prize.

Wei Tu and the others returned to the largest room and waited patiently.

Soon, a disciple rushed over and handed over a wooden plaque.

"These are your opponents for tomorrow. Good morning... Don't be late for today's gathering in the open space."

"it is good."

Lin Ruoyin took the wooden plaque, glanced at it, and then looked at Wei Tu.

"Nine Swords Mountain".

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wei Tu laughed, remembering that adorable little girl named Murong Yuantai.

89. Undercurrents are brewing

"..."

Shaking and teetering, on the verge of collapse...

The wooden plaque trembled in my hand, almost about to fall.

Murong Yuantai simply couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

When he saw the words "Yuanjian Sect" appear on the wooden sign... he seemed to freeze in place.

"This...this is impossible."

He stared intently at the wooden sign, his face showing a gloomy expression.

The eyes that were perfectly fine before now seemed to be trembling violently, even the pupils were shaking.

"That's what the woman next to me said."

"Senior brother... what's wrong?"

Murong Yuantai glanced at the woman, and the gloom in his eyes was palpable.

He was like a lifeless zombie, his whole being exuding a distinct gray hue.

It seems that the world is so colorful, but he alone has lost his color.

“We…” Murong Yuantai swallowed, looked at the woman, and finally decided to hold the wooden plaque in his hand.