These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

He stood up after covering his arms, which were wrapped in white cloth strips, with his sleeves.

His tall and slender figure looked no different from usual, appearing exceptionally handsome and possessing a cool and aloof demeanor.

He curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, as if he no longer felt any pity or regret.

“There’s nothing wrong with it being this way, Master. You knew all along. In this world, without strength, you’re just a fish to be slaughtered. On the contrary, I think it’s pretty good that this is the result. At least… it’s not like there’s no hope at all. But if, Master… I mean if.”

"You said."

The middle-aged blind man couldn't see his expression, but he could roughly imagine what the boy looked like at that moment.

Qin Zipei gazed at the scorching, blinding sun.

He curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, not out of mockery, but out of longing for a better future.

"If I still can't go back with you all, then remember, take Qingli and Hongli with you. Go wherever you can, but don't go back to the Immortal Seeking Palace. As long as they're there, the Immortal Seeking Palace will reappear in the future... but if something happens to them, Master, you know... I won't be able to accept it. Hehe... I won't be able to accept it either." PS: Okay! The stage is set! Time for breakfast and the next chapter!

90. The Day of Murong Yuantai's Passion

The third day since arriving at Lu Chen Sect.

The weather was still lovely that day, with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze.

"Have all the disciples of the Yuanjian Sect arrived?"

The composed man standing on the central open space spoke in a deep voice.

"arrive."

It was Qiao Zhiheng who spoke. After discussing it with Lin Ruoyin and Mu Xitong, they felt that if there had to be a disciple speaking on their behalf, then it would be more appropriate for Qiao Zhiheng to do so.

After all, this young man named Wei Tu was far too arrogant, and no one knew what his next words would be.

In short, it's not a good thing.

So Mu Xitong and Lin Ruoyin told Wei Tu to keep his mouth shut in public and not to say things he shouldn't. Basically, what they meant was: there's no time for you to speak in public, so just shut up.

Wei Tu was innocent, but Jiang Ying had already been sent by Mu Xitong to keep her mouth shut, so she stood beside him, leaning against him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, she would look up at him with her big, watery eyes that were no longer so empty.

Wei Tu felt as if he couldn't speak, as if all the meridians in his body were being squeezed, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He was indeed innocent, because sometimes when he spoke too gently, people thought he was easy to bully, which was a scenario he didn't want to see, even though it might feel good to be proven wrong at some point.

But now that I've moved beyond such simple, low-level interests, it would seem too childish to still be so engrossed in these things.

Therefore, it is necessary to fundamentally strike at the opponent's arrogance.

Wei Tu was now prepared. Murong Yuantai from Nine Swords Mountain had a minor grudge against him, and he hoped that what Murong Yuantai said would let Mu Xitong and Lin Ruoyin behind him know that sometimes being too good-natured can only have the opposite effect.

So he looked at the other side with anticipation.

"Have the disciples of Nine Swords Mountain arrived?"

"They're here..."

To Wei Tu's surprise, Murong Yuantai, who said those words, seemed weak and listless, not at all like someone with any imposing presence.

The man in the middle, who was acting as the referee, nodded and looked to both sides.

"Alright, you should know about the changes to the trial format yesterday. Both sides, please hand over your order of appearance to me. Once you do, you are not allowed to change it. I will then call you up to the stage according to the names on the list. There will be no rest between each match, and you are not allowed to take any pills. Understand?"

Qiao Zhiheng nodded calmly and handed the prepared list to the man.

Murong Yuantai glanced at Qiao Zhiheng, as if trying to glean some information from the other's expression, but unfortunately, Qiao Zhiheng's impeccable expression left him with no clues or flaws.

He took a deep breath and handed in the list anyway.

The two sides quickly nodded to each other and then returned to their respective teams.

There were many people watching on both sides of the large open space. Most of them were disciples from other sects, either wanting to obtain information on how to face off in the next round, or simply watching the excitement as it was none of their business.

For example, at this moment, Miao Miao is standing with Wang Yao below.

They were watching both sides.

"I think there's no suspense in this matchup between the two sides."

Miao Miao said softly.

Wang Yao glanced at both sides and smiled.

"The people from Nine Swords Mountain look completely demoralized. They probably wet their pants as soon as they knew they were going to run into this Wei Tu."

Miao Miao saw the boy sitting in his seat, looking drowsy and listless.

He was indeed good-looking, leaving a deep impression at first glance, but his demeanor made people less wary.

However, Miao Miao, who had heard many rumors, did not let her guard down.

"He is indeed very strong... but if I really run into him, I will do my best."

Wang Yao turned her head and smiled, then patted the boy's shoulder.

"Junior brother, although women are very susceptible to domineering behavior, you must not show even the slightest bit of guilt when you say such things, or you will completely break down."

"Why would I feel guilty?"

"Not yet. You said you would try your best, which proves that you don't really believe you can beat him. If you were truly confident, you should say: I will definitely beat him."

"What kind of twisted logic is this..."

"That's human nature. Some people cultivate immortality, but those like your senior sister who aren't very talented can only cultivate other unorthodox paths."

Just then, a sound came from the large square.

"Qiao Zhiheng of Yuanjian Sect! First up, he'll face You Ling'an of Nine Swords Mountain!"

"You Ling'an doesn't seem to be the most outstanding disciple of Nine Swords Mountain."

From the stands, Lin Ruoyin spoke softly.

Mu Xitong yawned.

As always, the little fox rubbed Jiang Ying's head.

"No one will reveal their trump card when they come up first. The situation will definitely be handled by the most capable person, while the relatively weaker ones will just be sent out as cannon fodder. This way, they can at least have a chance to show themselves. It's a win-win situation."

This was indeed something they had discussed. This strategy was sound and could maximize their strength, making it less likely to backfire.

After all, if you can't beat them even with that, it proves that your strength is really insufficient.

And things did indeed turn out as both sides expected. The reason Wei Tu seemed uninterested was that the other party showed no sign of going all out.

The point is that the momentum wasn't conveyed.

From the moment the first person named You Ling'an stepped onto the stage, to the moment he began his fight with Qiao Zhiheng, he displayed a kind of "playing dumb" attitude.

Lin Ruoyin even said.

"It looks like they're going to lose badly."

Mu Xitong gently rubbed Jiang Ying's head.

"Sakura, you probably won't even have to play today."

Jiang Ying looked at Wei Tu with a puzzled expression.

"is it?"

Wei Tu nodded.

"More or less. There might be some unexpected events, but it's not a big problem. I estimate that Senior Brother Qiao can see the third person on the other side."

"boom!"

The sword energy suddenly surged forth.

The boy named You Ling'an didn't even have a chance to fight back against Qiao Zhiheng. Qiao Zhiheng's sword energy spread out, and the boy was powerless to resist. So Qiao Zhiheng used a very dignified way to send the boy flying out of the arena.

"Mo Huai of Nine Swords Mountain!"

The referee then quickly called out the next name for Nine Swords Mountain.

The young man named Mo Huai seemed to stumble and was very nervous from the moment he stepped onto the stage.

At this moment, Murong Yuantai below quickly shouted, "Use all your strength!! Don't take it slow, you won't have a chance if you take it slow!"

So the boy who almost tripped and fell on the way to the ring immediately went into full force, as if the battle had been a showdown from the moment he stepped onto the stage, no, it was more like a desperate struggle for survival.

To be fair, this all-out gamble did cause some trouble for Qiao Zhiheng. The two fought for dozens of rounds, but in the end, due to the difference in their strength, Qiao Zhiheng was the better one. He not only stabilized his Dragon Slaying Realm, but also sent his opponent into a situation of two consecutive defeats.

Next up is Murong Yuantai.

He was furious.

"Useless! Two useless pieces of trash! You couldn't even take down one person, what am I supposed to do? Go up and fight three of them by myself?!"

Why don't we just admit defeat? Nobody thinks they can take on three people at once, right? Let's not embarrass ourselves by going up there.

Murong Yuantai looked at his master beside him.

He looked at himself and nodded.

"Go for it and give it your all. Give yourself a chance to shine. You can lose, but lose with dignity."

Why don't you, old man, go and lose yourself? Wouldn't that make your whole family of loyal martyrs look more dignified?!

Are you out of your mind?! You want me to go upstairs and deliver it? Do you think I'm not embarrassed enough already?!

Murong Yuantai felt a mix of emotions, but there was nothing he could do. He knew that if he set a precedent by admitting defeat, other sects would have no reason to back down.

They could say, "Wasn't it Nine Swords Mountain that admitted defeat? Why can't we admit defeat?"

But Nine Swords Mountain will be nailed to the pillory of shame.

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up.

Seeing that Qiao Zhiheng seemed to be taking a short break to catch his breath, Murong Yuantai gripped his sword tighter.

He took a deep breath.

Then he saw the boy sitting not far behind Qiao Zhiheng, who smiled slightly at him and waved.