If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

At the foot of Wanqi Mountain, a large crowd of hundreds of Foundation Establishment disciples gathered, creating a noisy scene.

Among them were newbies who had just broken through to the next level, as well as veterans who had returned to "replenish" their damaged magical artifacts; it was more like a large-scale team-building activity of the Hehuan Sect.

Mo Chengyue huddled in a corner of the crowd, making himself blend into the background as if he were a stone.

His shifty eyes darted around, and he quickly spotted several familiar faces.

Oh, isn't that Senior Sister Xiao, who was just jilted and borrowed his notes on ancient dual cultivation techniques?

Xiao Qinghan stood alone under an ancient tree, dressed in a smart blue outfit. She was slender, but her back was straight.

He exuded a unique aura; though he remained aloof, no one dared to underestimate him.

Mo Chengyue's gaze shifted and landed on another stunning beauty.

Su Qingying.

This icy beauty from Biyun Peak is dressed in a snow-white long dress today, spotless.

She was tall and slender with a curvaceous figure. Her stunningly beautiful face was expressionless, and just by standing there, she made the surrounding air feel colder.

Within three meters, a vacuum zone automatically forms, and no one dares to approach it.

Of course, where there are beautiful women, there are bound to be flies.

Not far away, Du Jingxing, a second-generation cultivator from Youming Peak, was staring intently at Su Qingying's back with his sticky eyes, a lewd smile of determination on his lips.

The two lackeys behind him chuckled and whispered among themselves, plotting some dirty scheme.

Mo Chengyue silently withdrew his gaze.

This trial at Wanqi Mountain looks set to be quite exciting.

Just as he was happily preparing to watch the show, the chatter of several disciples beside him successfully caught his attention.

"Hey! Did you hear? A super genius has snuck in with us this time!" A disciple lowered his voice, his face unable to hide his excitement.

"What prodigies? Aren't they all at the Foundation Establishment stage? What's the difference?" someone next to him said dismissively.

"How can that be the same!" the disciple retorted, spitting as he spoke.

"Let me tell you, my cousin's cousin's neighbor works at the sect's registration office, and he said it himself!"

"Two newcomers who only started learning the basics a few months ago are already at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage!"

"Two months! From a mortal to the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage! Can you believe it?"

"Holy crap! That's incredible! Is this some kind of cheat code?" One disciple was so shocked his jaw almost dropped.

Several disciples who had been eavesdropping gathered around.

"Really? You're just kidding, aren't you?"

"Two months? It took me a full five years to go from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment!"

"Exactly! Even the sect leader's own son wouldn't be this fast, would he?"

The disciple, feeling anxious after being questioned by the crowd, slapped his thigh.

Believe it or not! They're defying the heavens!

"Hey, you haven't said who he's calling yet?"

"Yeah, don't change the subject, tell me your name!"

The disciple cleared his throat, building up the anticipation, before speaking, word by word.

"That man's name is Xiao Fan!"

Upon hearing this name, Mo Chengyue nearly spat out the water he had just drunk.

Xiao...Xiao Fan?

Good guy!

The name, the concept, the flavor—it's all so authentic!

The disciple continued to reveal more information.

"It is said that Xiao Fan is only eighteen years old and has a tragic background. He lost both his parents and suffered humiliation since childhood."

"Sigh, he's a pitiful person too."

Mo Chengyue internally cursed, "I'm really out of luck, I've met a living god in this game."

next second!

"Hey, now that you mention it, I know a super genius too."

"He seems no worse than that Xiao Fan you mentioned!" a disciple who looked well-informed interjected.

"Oh? Tell us about it!" Everyone immediately turned to him.

"His name is Ye Changfeng!"

"It is said that a month and a half ago, he was just a rogue cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining."

"Because he possessed a rare treasure, he was hunted down by righteous sects, but he was unexpectedly encountered by one of our sect's elders on the way."

"The elder, seeing his extraordinary talent, immediately accepted him as his disciple!"

"Guess what? In just a month and a half, he's already at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage."

"He's halfway to Core Formation! And that person is only about eighteen years old! Terrifying!"

"puff--"

Mo Chengyue couldn't hold back this time and spat out a mouthful of water onto the ground.

Holy crap.

Are there more experts?

Xiao Fan? Ye Changfeng?

Eighteen years old? Peak late Foundation Establishment stage?

A loser orphaned boy rises to success, while another is chosen by an old man and encounters a series of extraordinary events.

Good heavens, I just have to say "good heavens"!

Did my Hehuan Sect accidentally stir up trouble with the protagonist?

We're just missing one person with the surname Lin, one with the surname Qin, and one with the surname Shi, and then we'll have a mahjong table!

Mo Chengyue felt that his worldview had been severely impacted.

He once suspected that he was just a fake time traveler.

Hold on!

We have to hold on!

When the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up.

You chosen ones can go ahead and have your fun; he's just a nobody who can pick up the scraps from behind.

Mo Chengyue secretly made up his mind to engrave the word "low profile" on his forehead.

Just then, two sharp auras from the crowd converged in mid-air.

To the east, a young man dressed in black with an ordinary face remained expressionless.

To the west, a young man in flowing white robes, with an ethereal air and a restrained presence, stood.

It was Xiao Fan and Ye Changfeng.

Even though they were separated by the crowd, their auras touched from afar, and they could sense the immense spiritual power within each other.

That's the kind of pressure that only a strong person of the same level can bring.

The two locked onto each other's location almost simultaneously, but then tacitly moved their senses away at the same time.

Well water does not interfere with river water.

There's no need to waste energy on such things unless there's an absolute conflict of interest.

I recognized the look in his eyes; he was someone I couldn't hit for the time being.

The two withdrew their senses and returned to silence, awaiting the start of the trial.

"quiet!"

A majestic voice rang out, and the noisy discussions at the foot of the mountain instantly ceased.

A middle-aged man dressed in the robes of a sect elder hovered in mid-air on a sword, his face serious, holding a thick roster in his hand.

"The time has come. All disciples participating in the Myriad Weapons Mountain Trial, listen to my roll call!"

"Tianquan Peak, Liu Yong!"

"Here!" A loud voice came from the crowd.

"..."

"Tiantai Peak, Xiao Fan!"

"Here," a calm yet powerful voice replied.

"..."

"Chaoyun Peak, Ye Changfeng!"

"Here." Another clear voice rang out.

"Qingquan Peak, Mo Chengyue!"

"Here!" Mo Chengyue called out weakly, afraid that his voice would be too loud and attract attention.

"Yingtian Peak, Xiao Qinghan!"

"Here." The voice was cool and resolute.

"Azure Cloud Peak, Su Qingying!"

"Here." Cold as ice, sparing with words.

"Youming Peak, Du Jingxing!"

"Here!" came a slightly arrogant and impatient voice.

……

The elder deacon circled the names of those absent from the roster with a vermilion pen.

Then he put away the roster and scanned the hundreds of disciples below.

"Your masters must have already explained the rules of Wanqi Mountain."

I'll just emphasize a few points!

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"First! Within the Ten Thousand Weapons Mountain, opportunities and dangers coexist. The mountain is filled with formations, traps, demonic beasts, and masked guards specifically designed to test you."

"Whether you can reach the Artifact Pavilion at the summit, and what grade of magical artifact you can obtain, depends entirely on your own abilities! Remember, the closer you are to the summit, the better the magical artifacts you'll get!"

"Secondly! Each person can only take one magical artifact from Wanqi Mountain, and can only stay in the mountain for a maximum of two months!"

"Two months later, regardless of whether you have obtained the magical artifact or not, you will be teleported out."

"If you obtain any magical artifacts during this period, you must leave immediately and are not allowed to linger!"

"Third, and most importantly!"

The elder deacon's expression suddenly turned grim.

"From the moment you stepped into Wanqi Mountain, you were competitors!"

"During this period, the sect will not pursue any claims of the use of any means to steal other people's belongings!"

Upon hearing this, a suppressed gasp immediately rose from the crowd.

Excitement and greed were evident in the eyes of many.

"but!"

The elder abruptly changed the subject, his tone revealing a chilling killing intent.

"Harming fellow disciples is strictly prohibited! If any disciple is found to have died as a result,..."

"No matter who it is, no matter the reason, execute them immediately without exception!"

"Did you understand?"

"Understood!" Hundreds of people responded in unison, their voices echoing across the surrounding area.

The elder deacon nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand.

"Alright! The Trial of Ten Thousand Weapons Mountain, begin!"

He had barely finished speaking.

"Charge!"

Someone shouted something.

The crowd erupted instantly, and hundreds of figures transformed into streaks of light, rushing madly towards Wanqi Mountain.