These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Then I found that everything around me suddenly became quiet.

The silence came quite suddenly.

He noticed that the palace maids beside him and the ministers below the stage were all looking at him with shocked eyes.

Ye Bingluan's cheeks flushed slightly, and as she gently touched her forehead, she saw Wei Tu winking at her from below the stage.

The meaning is obvious: When did you become my beloved concubine? You didn't tell me, weren't we master and disciple?

Then she said, "Why are you so nervous? I was just joking. I don't need to prove anything to you about this. Are we going to fight or not? If not, we'll just withdraw. We can just say you're scared, and that'll be the end of it."

"Fight! Of course we'll fight! Let's fight now!"

Meng Hu was jumping around behind him, making it seem like he was about to go on stage.

Meng Lu glanced at Meng Hu, who didn't show any dissatisfaction. He simply looked at Wei Tu beside him and said calmly.

“I know who you are, but I'm afraid your plans are going to be in vain. Cultivators… I’ve seen them before.”

Wei Tu nodded thoughtfully.

"But you may not have seen someone like me before."

"Is that so? Let's see who's the real deal on stage."

"They're quite good at using clever little words."

"Are you out of your mind? Let's go!"

Meng Lu led her people to one side of the arena, clearly to make preparations.

Wei Tu stood below the stage and glanced at Ye Bingluan.

The woman smiled as she looked at Wei Tu. It wasn't appropriate to flirt in public, but that didn't stop her from saying whatever she wanted.

"Wei Tu, are you confident on the stage today?"

Wei Tu wanted to roll his eyes at the woman, but it was clear that the occasion was not appropriate.

"Your Majesty, may I not have confidence?"

"If you lack confidence, what can you possibly do? Become my concubine?"

Why are we bringing up concubines again?

Several palace maids nearby were chuckling. They all seemed to have realized that His Majesty's intentions towards the young man were quite obvious, a case of revealing one's true intentions.

Watching the fight is just a pretense; the real purpose is to set a trap.

"...No need for that, I'm quite confident."

"If you fail, you will become my concubine to atone for your sins."

"What if you win?"

"Let's celebrate by making her my concubine."

"..."

So, you're destined to become a concubine no matter what?

An apprentice has dared to ride on his master's head!

Wait a minute... this seems a bit familiar...

Wei Tu went to the other side. Actually, there was no need to make any preparations. After all, he didn't think this matter was difficult. It was just an appetizer. What he cared about more was what happened next.

As someone who is used to planning ahead, Wei Tu found it hard not to wonder what the purpose of this group of demons who crossed the Hundred Thousand Demon Mountains was. Did they really want to get Ye Bingluan? Or did they have other purposes? If it was really just for Ye Bingluan, then what was Ye Bingluan's secret?

All of this seems to warrant consideration.

It's not the right time to think about it now.

Wei Tu was sitting casually on a chair nearby, watching the person opposite him make those fancy preparations with a leisurely air.

What's with all this talk about taking off clothes and applying oil to the body?

Someone who didn't know better might think they were about to perform a shamanistic ritual.

"Second Brother! Kill this bastard!"

Meng Hu winked and looked at the boy who kept smiling at him.

Clearly, although he didn't have the ability to kill the boy, it didn't stop him from hating him.

Meng Lu nodded.

"Don't worry, everything is ready. And with our eldest brother bringing up the rear, even if he's a cultivator, it won't help. How many cultivators have we seen in Chechi Kingdom? They all came with their lives, but didn't leave."

Bare-chested, revealing his muscular upper body, Meng Lu walked onto the ring under everyone's gaze.

He looked at Ye Bingluan and said, "Your Majesty, our Chechi Kingdom was once blessed by immortals, and some immortal techniques have been passed down. So please don't be surprised if you see anything then."

Ye Bingluan, however, looked at Wei Tu.

"Any objections?"

Wei Tu smiled and shook his head.

"It's alright, it's good to broaden one's horizons with immortal techniques. But whether it's immortal techniques or demonic magic, that's uncertain."

"Hmph, all talk and no action! Come on up here and face your death!"

Wei Tu calmly stood up and faced Meng Lu, who seemed confident.

"I beg you..."

"It's no use begging me now!"

"Please, please don't die."

"..."

Wei Tu walked onto the arena step by step. Compared to his opponent's fancy tricks, such as his outfit and talking about immortal techniques in advance, Wei Tu was much more impressive.

The boy standing there looked more like a wandering knight-errant.

He doesn't seem to have any special skills, but he's incredibly confident, to the point that he seems completely unreliable.

People who are used to humility will naturally think that confident people are unreliable.

But they would never know that for this boy, this was already considered a rather restrained result.

Meng Lu held a whip in his hand. It looked light and nimble, but the cold light emanating from it made it seem extremely sharp.

Wei Tu had nothing in his hands and seemed to have no intention of using Shen Tu in the mortal realm.

After all, this thing is too dazzling and too high-class, making it seem somewhat out of place in the real world, and... it doesn't seem necessary.

Seeing Wei Tu's nonchalant demeanor across from her, Meng Lu narrowed her eyes.

"Although you cultivators consider yourselves superior and roam freely in the mortal realm, it doesn't matter. I'll tell you that there are always people more capable than you, and there's always a higher level to reach. Cultivators aren't all that great."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

Wei Tu nodded repeatedly, seemingly without any desire to refute.

This attitude undoubtedly provoked Meng Lu's anger.

He immediately brandished his long whip and lashed it down at the boy's head.

Wei Tu slightly turned to the side, and the whip fell to the floor.

"boom!"

The sound it made was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, startling everyone present.

They probably didn't expect the man to be so strong.

Next came a whip strike, followed by Meng Lu's horizontal slash.

The wind was whistling and dancing.

This time, Wei Tu reached out, and the whip ended up in the boy's hand.

There was no blood spilling out, and there was no scene of skin being torn open.

The sound of the wind seemed to stand still at that moment.

Facing Wei Tu, Meng Lu, who should have appeared flustered at this moment, suddenly laughed.

After all, at this moment, everyone else thought that the young man had managed to withstand the whip, and that Meng Lu should be the one in trouble.

But he smiled and then said.

"This is not a whip."

"Oh."

"This should be called the Immortal Binding Rope."

After saying that, Meng Lu actually let go of his hand.

Then, to everyone's surprise, the whip began to spin on its own!

Like a slender snake, it pounced on Wei Tu without human control.

Then, following Wei Tu's arm, they began to entangle.

Until his hands and feet were completely tied together, Wei Tu instantly became like a puppet.

His hands and feet were firmly bound to the spot by the thin whip, but he was still standing there, though his posture could no longer be described as dignified.

The expressions on the faces of the people in the audience weren't too good. It seemed this scene had come too soon; they had hoped the boy could have lasted longer... and it would have been even better if he had won...

Everyone wore solemn expressions, except for Ye Bingluan on the high platform, who casually yawned.

It's not that she doesn't care, it's just that she feels... there's nothing to worry about.

"See? I told you to be careful, but you didn't pay attention. Now look what happened. Young cultivator, this world is not as simple as you think. Sometimes, in addition to strength, you need to be more vigilant."

Wei Tu looked at the smug Meng Lu in front of him, then glanced down at the iron chains that bound him tightly and even outlined the lines of his muscles.

“I’ve seen the Immortal Binding Rope before, it doesn’t look like this. It’s a divine artifact of the demon race, it can even be used against immortals.”

"You've got a lot of knowledge... but it's definitely not the original, though it's enough to deal with you."

Meng Lu is very confident.