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

"This isn't him getting beaten up, it's clearly... him trying to appease his wife?"

On the stage.

Junior Sister Liu's offensive became increasingly fierce.

"A wildfire spreads!"

She let out a delicate shout.

The long whip suddenly exploded, transforming into countless fire snakes that swept towards Xie Buci.

This has become her signature skill.

The area is extremely large, and there is no way to avoid it.

"Oh no! Watch out, senior brother!"

A female cultivator in the audience, who was infatuated with the idea, couldn't help but scream.

Xie Buci looked at the sea of ​​fire and sighed.

"Sigh, what a short temper."

There's no other way.

He stopped retreating.

He tapped the folding fan in his hand lightly.

The movements were as gentle as brushing dust off a piece of clothing.

"Peach blossoms...obstruction."

hum.

A faint pink light curtain appeared out of thin air.

There was nothing earth-shattering about it.

Those fierce fire snakes crashed into the light screen and vanished without a trace, as if they had disappeared into thin air.

Not only that.

Countless illusory peach petals floated out from the light screen.

It is magnificent and beautiful.

The once tense arena was instantly transformed into a beautiful painting.

Junior Sister Liu was stunned.

She stared blankly at the rain of petals, and the anger in her eyes subsided somewhat.

"This is……"

"You said you'd take me to see the ten-mile peach blossom forest back then..."

Xie Buci seized the opportunity to get close and approach.

He didn't use any aggressive moves.

It was like a fallen leaf, drifting lightly through the whip's shadow.

He appeared in front of Junior Sister Liu in an instant.

At this moment, the two were less than an inch apart.

You can hear their breathing.

Junior Sister Liu instinctively wanted to back away, but found that her waist had already been embraced by a warm, large hand.

"you……"

She was about to struggle.

Xie Buci lowered his head, and his amorous peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with a galaxy.

He whispered in her ear:

Flowers bloom and fade in their natural course.

"Junior sister, don't be angry."

"It will cause wrinkles."

"Tonight, I'll be waiting for you at our usual spot. How about we finish that bottle of wine from back then?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, possessing an irresistible charm.

Junior Sister Liu's face flushed bright red instantly.

It looks like a ripe tomato.

The long whip in her hand hung limply.

The spiritual energy that had been gathered dissipated completely at this moment.

"You...you're a scoundrel!"

She stomped her foot and glared at Xie Buci with shame and indignation.

then……

He actually turned around and jumped off the stage!

"I give up!"

She left behind a sentence, covered her face, and ran away without looking back.

The entire room fell silent.

About three seconds passed.

"Aaaaaah!!"

"I'm totally shipping them!"

"This is so swoon-worthy!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for killing me!!"

The female cultivators below the stage erupted in even more terrifying screams than before.

Some people were so excited that they fainted on the spot.

Xie Buci stood on the arena and straightened his slightly disheveled collar.

He reopened the folding fan and waved ostentatiously at the audience.

A look that says "basic stuff, don't be silly".

The referee elder's lips twitched, seemingly speechless at this way of winning.

But he still had no choice but to announce: "Qingquan Peak, Xie Buci, wins!"

As the referee finished speaking, Xie Buci turned around gracefully, looking more like he had just walked the runway at Paris Fashion Week than like he had just finished a fight.

As he passed by Mo Chengyue, he even subtly raised an eyebrow.

His eyes were full of meaning: "Junior brother, learn from this, this is called having a broad perspective."

Mo Chengyue silently spat out the sunflower seed shells from his mouth.

pattern?

I bother!

This is clearly the high-end fishpond management art of the Sea King!

"Turning the ring match into a romantic encounter, and convincing your opponent to be your girlfriend..."

"This move is quite explosive even in the entire cultivation world."

Looking at the female cultivators around him with stars in their eyes, Mo Chengyue couldn't help but mentally rant.

"If Senior Brother's move 'Charming All Beings' could be written into a cultivation technique, it would probably rank among the Heavenly Ranks."

"but……"

He glanced at Xie Buci's departing figure and recalled the casually mentioned "peach blossom screen" from earlier.

Mo Chengyue's smile faded slightly, and his eyes deepened.

"To be able to make the defense so watertight, even controlling the fluctuations of spiritual energy to the millimeter."

"Sixth Senior Brother, you are indeed unfathomable."

He dusted himself off and stood up.

The voice of the senior disciple in charge echoed across the training ground.

"Xie Buci has successfully advanced to the top 16!"

Mo Chengyue shook his head, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"This is no competition."

"This is clearly a personal show by Director Xie."

"Looks like I'll need to prepare a few more buckets of popcorn for the upcoming matches."

"After all, these days, free melodramatic TV series are a rare treat."

Soon after.

The upcoming match on ring number six—

"The Civil War at Qingquan Peak".

On one side is Xie Buci, the senior disciple of Qingquan Peak, a well-known "heartbreaker" in the cultivation world and a regular VIP customer of Peach Blossom Spring.

On the other side is Qin Wanzhuang, the second senior sister of Qingquan Peak, known as the "Discipline Committee Member of the Hehuan Sect," a "female Asura" who lives like an ascetic in this colorful sect.

This is not just a clash between experts at the Core Formation stage.

It's also a fateful showdown between a "scumbag" and a "law enforcer".

Mo Chengyue secured the best viewing spot early on.

He even pulled out a homemade stool from his storage bag, holding a handful of melon seeds laced with spiritual honey.

"Selling sunflower seeds, peanuts, and bottled water in the front row, please move your legs a bit!"

While mentally rehearsing, Mo Chengyue rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"This is no competition."

"This is clearly a scene of large-scale domestic violence!"

On the arena.

The atmosphere was so heavy it felt like the air itself was freezing.

Xie Buci wore an even more flamboyant moon-white robe today, embroidered with dark patterns that appeared and disappeared as spiritual energy flowed.

He didn't wave his fan and make jokes as usual.

Because he sensed a murderous aura.

A palpable killing intent.

Qin Wanzhuang stood thirty feet away from him.

She did not draw her sword.

But he was like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully exposed, piercing people's eyes painfully.

There was not a trace of camaraderie in her beautiful phoenix eyes.

There's only one kind of fervor: "Finally, I've got a chance to legally beat you up."

"Junior sister..."

Xie Buci chuckled twice, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Well, we're all so familiar with each other, a token gesture will suffice..."

"You don't look like you slept well last night; you have dark circles under your eyes. How about I give you a few pointers?"

Qin Wanzhuang looked at him coldly.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Let me?"

She slowly raised her right hand and placed it on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

"Xie Buci, have you forgotten?"

"Seven years ago, you lied to me and said you were going into seclusion, but you actually went to the Valley of a Thousand Flowers to celebrate the birthday of a saintess."

"Five years ago, you said the sect's mission was urgent, but you ended up drinking and carousing at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion for three days and three nights."

"These are all accounts."

"It's time to do the math."

Clang—!

The sound of swords clashing arose, like the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers.

A crimson sword light instantly illuminated half of the training ground.

No nonsense.

Qin Wanzhuang immediately went into berserk mode.

"Nine Slashes of the Blazing Sun - First Form: Wildfire!"

boom!

The once solid obsidian arena was instantly transformed into a sea of ​​fire.

A wave of intense heat swept over us, even causing the defensive formations below the stage to ripple violently.

"Holy crap! They're serious!"

Xie Buci let out a strange cry.

Although he was all talk and no action, his movements were ridiculously fast.

With a misstep, she drifted backward like a willow catkin in the wind.

The sea of ​​fire that filled the sky didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Is this the 'Free and Easy Wandering' movement technique of our senior brother?"

Mo Chengyue, sitting in the audience, watched with his eyes shining.

"They looked like they were running around in fear, but in reality, every step they took landed on the weakest point of the fire."

"That's a meticulous operation."

On the arena.

Seeing that her first attack had missed, Qin Wanzhuang's fighting spirit intensified.

"run?"

"Let's see where you can run to!"

"Nine Slashes of the Blazing Sun - Second Form: Boiling the Sea!"

The longsword in her hand suddenly grew larger, transforming into a giant flaming sword tens of feet long, which she slashed down at Xie Buci.

This sword strike blocked all escape routes.

overbearing.

Overbearing.

Unreasonable.

This perfectly matches Qin Wanzhuang's personality—if she can take action, she won't hesitate; if she can kill with one sword, she won't use a second.

Faced with this devastating blow.