My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

At the Wei family ancestral hall, seven family elders gathered, the first being Wei Shuo, the family patriarch in a blue robe.

"Elder, please speak!"

Wei Shuo's gaze fell on the Grand Elder, Wei Shuo.

With less than three months until the opening of the Suixu Secret Realm, they need to finalize the list of those entering the secret realm and report it to the Qingfu Sect.

Faced with the clan leader's question, the eldest elder remained silent, and for a moment the atmosphere in the ancestral hall was quite quiet.

Before long, the Seventh Elder Wei Dao broke the silence.

"Wei Jing has emerged from seclusion, reaching the fifth level of Qi Refining."

"Wow! This kid kept quiet and gave everyone a big surprise at the last minute!" Everyone was surprised and smiled.

Wei Jing's name had already spread throughout Jade Stack Peak two years ago. Unexpectedly, after two years of silence, when we heard news of him again, he had already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.

He has already caught up with Wei Long in terms of cultivation level.

Elder Hong Gu glanced silently at the clan leader, then turned to look at the First Elder, Wei Lie.

No wonder Wei Lie was silent; it turned out he already knew that Wei Jing's cultivation had greatly increased after leaving seclusion.

"Ahem!" Just then, Wei Lie coughed a few times and spoke:

"I won't get involved in this meeting, so please don't worry about my feelings. Just do what you need to do!" After saying this, Wei Lie actually stood up, nodded to everyone, and then cupped his hands in greeting to the clan leader, Wei Shuo.

Then, he walked straight out of the ancestral hall.

"This..." The elders were somewhat taken aback.

"The Grand Elder was a man of integrity and uprightness throughout his life!" Wei Dao exclaimed.

Wei Shuo was not surprised by this; in fact, he had already discussed it privately with the Grand Elder.

Even after the Grand Elder left, the meeting continued in an orderly manner.

"Wei Yun is twenty-one years old and at the sixth level of Qi Refining. His cultivation has not broken through in the past two years, and his spiritual root talent is three spiritual roots."

"Wei Long and Wei Jing are both at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and both are fifteen years old."

Clan Chief Wei Shuo began to recount the information and past of the three individuals without omitting a single detail.

In fact, there was no need for the clan leader to explain; these three were the most outstanding members of the younger generation of the Wei family, and the clan leaders were extremely familiar with their backgrounds.

At that moment, everyone lowered their heads in deep thought, considering who to cast their precious vote for.

Without a doubt, the one of these three who failed to enter the Suixu Secret Realm will definitely fall behind in the future, and the gap between him and the other two will be widened significantly.

"Wei Long cultivates the Fire Devouring Technique. In the four-hundred-year history of my Wei family, no one has ever mastered this technique."

"There is no precedent for Foundation Establishment."

"I'm casting my vote for Wei Long in this elimination round."

Everyone was surprised and their gazes fell on the clan leader, who hadn't expected him to think that way.

"This isn't just my opinion; the Grand Elder thinks the same way," Wei Shuo added, seeing everyone's surprise.

"What?"

The elders were astonished!

"Foolish! Our ancestors left behind a precept that the Fire-Swallowing Technique has an extraordinary origin, passed down by a powerful force in the outer seas. How can we, their descendants, underestimate this technique?" The Seventh Elder slammed his hand on the pear wood table.

……

In the scorching summer heat, the sun beats down relentlessly, and the rice in the fields wilts.

Wei Long looked up at the sky, then suddenly formed a hand seal and pointed sharply towards the sky.

A light drizzle began to fall immediately, the rain never ceasing.

"The Spring Rain Technique at the Great Perfection level?" Wei Long exclaimed in astonishment.

Wei Jing turned his head and saw that Wei Long had appeared on the ridge of the field not far away. He raised an eyebrow and said:

"Young Master Long, are you here to see me?"

He was a little puzzled. He wasn't very familiar with Young Master Long, so why did he come looking for him as soon as he came out of seclusion?

"That's right!"

"I heard you've emerged from seclusion, so I've come specifically to seek you out for a friendly sparring match."

Wei Long strode over, and Wei Jing could still see traces of resentment, indignation, and anger on his face.

Wei Jing was surprised. Who had angered Young Master Long this time?

"Want to spar with me? But I still have to take care of the spirit field." Wei Jing politely declined.

"What? You don't dare? Didn't you also break through to the fifth level of Qi Refining?" Wei Long came up to Wei Jing, his anger still simmering.

"How do we compete? You draw up a list." Wei Jing patted the dirt off his hands.

Among his peers, he believed he was second to none.

"Let's go! We'll go to the back mountain." With that, Wei Long lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body as light as the wind, and landed on the spirit rice seedlings, lightly touching the air, just like a martial arts master in the mortal world, and gracefully disappeared into the distance.

The gentle drizzle from the Spring Rain Technique fell on his hair, leaving a few glistening specks.

Seeing this, Wei Jing also used the Gentle Breeze Technique, which caused cool breezes to rise around him and envelop him before chasing after Wei Long.

……

The back hill is an open, gravelly slope, with a few crooked pine trees growing sparsely around it, and beyond that, a dense bamboo forest.

This place is usually where the Wei family disciples spar and fight. There are scorch marks, ice shards and cracks of varying depths left on the ground.

Wei Long landed first in the middle of the slope and turned to look at Wei Jing, who was following closely behind.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the mountain wind. The resentment between his brows had not completely dissipated, but a fierce fighting spirit had already ignited in his eyes.

"Let's do it right here." Wei Long raised his hand and pointed to an open space about ten feet in diameter. "We are both at the fifth level of Qi Refining, so there's no need to hold back. Let's fight to our hearts' content."

Wei Jing landed, and the gentle breeze spell around him slowly dissipated. He glanced around and nodded slightly. This place was open enough that it wouldn't disturb anyone else, and there was no need to worry about damaging the spirit fields.

"Alright!" Wei Jing nodded. He gave Wei Long a deep look. Although he didn't know the reason for Wei Long's resentment, since the other party had come to him.

This is a good opportunity to test the results of my hard work over the past two years.

Wei Long slowly raised his right hand. In his palm, a ball of crimson spiritual light rapidly condensed, and a scorching aura spread outwards, causing the pebbles beneath his feet to roll under the heat.

"Start the fight!" Wei Long shouted.

Wei Jing's pupils contracted slightly, and he turned his feet slightly, dodging to the side while making a hand seal with his left hand, forming a light blue shield in front of him.

With a hiss, white mist rose up.

Wei Jing thrust out a palm strike, and a ball of blazing flame suddenly grew larger, eventually becoming a fireball with a diameter of about ten feet.

"A fireball spell at the Great Perfection level?" Wei Long was shocked.

Is it that exciting? It starts with a powerful move?

Although Wei Long's expression was solemn, he did not back down. Instead, he took a deep breath and suddenly opened his mouth wide, swallowing the fireball that was about ten feet long in one gulp.

"belch!"

"Great, great, it tastes wonderful."

Wei Jing frowned and said in a low voice, "If it's delicious, then eat more."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Jing attacked again, and Wei Long's pupils dilated sharply.

More than a dozen fireballs suddenly bombarded him, and Wei Long used all his skills to barely parry them.

"Impressive, come again!" Wei Long was also enraged and no longer held back, fighting Wei Jing with all his might.

The two exchanged blows, and for a time they were evenly matched.

However, if an elder were to observe, it would be clear that Wei Jing was completely at ease in the fight, controlling his moves with ease, and was obviously a cut above Wei Long.

Before long, the two had exchanged over a hundred moves.

"The Great Perfection of Heavy Water Technique?" Wei Long was horrified. If he was only shocked by the Great Perfection of Spring Rain Technique and Fireball Technique the previous two times.

But this time, he became terrified.

Just how many spells has this person mastered to perfection?

Wei Jing casually pushed out a palm, and an irresistible gust of wind surged up, directly pushing Wei Long's body more than ten feet away.

Immediately afterwards, a hand pressed down on Wei Long's head.

Then, Wei Jing's voice came:

"Young Master Long, you have lost."