Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Duan Qitian frowned.

This kid's talent is indeed amazing, but he just saw with his own eyes that his spiritual power was exhausted. How could he be reborn in just a few breaths?

Shen Chunri frowned, turned her head, and asked Yu Xintang in a low voice, "Did you secretly slip him a talisman?"

Surely not. Although the people of Feng Hua Sect are somewhat wicked, they are definitely not stupid. How could Young Master Yu do something that would obviously be exposed and kick him out of the sect competition?

"Am I a pig?" Yu Xintang raised an eyebrow, her fan snapping open to cover her lips. "With so many people watching on stage, do you think I'd make him remember to use my talisman when he runs out of spiritual power? Little Dragon, if you miss your senior brother, just sneak out and make a spirit-boosting talisman for fun. Am I brain-dead? Do you think I've gone crazy drawing talismans?"

"Young Master Yu is indeed being driven crazy by Jianxuan Fuling lately," Xie Weixing said casually, "but he hasn't gone that far yet, so don't worry."

That pen was extremely complex, requiring a huge stack of basic techniques to be memorized. It required a thorough understanding of the knowledge of each spiritual root. Even someone as talented as Young Master Yu would be completely baffled if he got his hands on it.

Shen Chunri clicked his tongue: "Okay, I'm relieved that you didn't give it to me. With Xiaolong's ability to blow up the old man's small kitchen with just a fire-starting talisman, he probably wouldn't have been able to prepare the talisman in advance."

Xie Weixing chuckled: "Your words are so hurtful, snake."

Shen Chunri chuckled, "You've messed with me quite a bit, haven't you, Lion?"

Fu Yao sat back down, looking indifferent.

She possessed the Thunder Spirit Root, so she naturally knew the reason behind it. Recalling how Nie Zhao had been selecting people before going on stage, she couldn't help but chuckle: "That's really true."

Shen Chunri tilted her head: "Hmm? What really is it?"

"Among us," Fu Yao raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with excitement, "there is indeed no one more suitable than Xiao Long to face Zi Xiao Palace."

Indeed, the lion wasn't the only one at the heart of the Feng Hua Sect.

Oh, just one.

On the arena, Tan Suiting remained indifferent, his dark eyes calm and unwavering, as if the deadly attack from before was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.

"You think you can hurt me with lightning?"

The boy raised his hand, and a crack appeared in mid-air. A trace of lightning that had just erupted from Zixiao Palace passed through the spatial rift and reached him, transforming into a wisp of spiritual energy that flowed into his fingertips.

"It's utterly ridiculous," Tan Suiting said, his fingertips crackling with electricity like tiny snakes coiling around his fingers. "I told you, you're nothing special."

He's only a few years older than him, and has wasted a few years of his life, so what makes him think he can beat him?

"No lightning in the world is beyond my control," Tan Suiting withdrew his hand, his long eyelashes casting shadows as he looked up. A trace of blood stained his lips as he coldly stared at the three from Zixiao Palace. "You don't even have the right to perish with me, let alone defeat me."

Why has the Taixu Dragon Clan of the East Sea dominated the cultivation world for thousands of years with its lightning spiritual root, remaining powerful since the beginning of time?

This is the answer.

Lin Fengque's smile froze instantly, his pupils contracted, and as he looked at the two unharmed figures on the arena, a sudden tightness gripped his chest, and his previously calmed breathing became erratic, almost causing him to cough up blood.

"If it was a talisman I gave, then the little dragon should have my spiritual power on it."

A gentle and clear voice rang out.

Yu Xintang leaned back in her chair, chuckled softly, and looked leisurely at Duan Qitian on the high platform: "Of course, if the pills were made by the little snake, the same applies. Sect Leader Duan can carefully examine whether my junior brother has the aura of anyone else on him."

Duan Qitian looked up, raised his finger slightly, and from dozens of meters away, a spiritual force touched Tan Suiting's wrist, but withdrew his hand in an instant.

"The disciples of the Feng Hua Sect have not violated any rules of the sect's grand competition," Duan Qitian said slowly. "The competition shall continue."

Now that things have been said to this extent, no one will question it anymore.

Tan Suiting raised his eyes, his gaze calm as he looked at the exhausted and dazed Yun Yiwei, and his lips parted slightly: "Empty Binding Nine Locks".

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of lightning condensed at his long, pale fingertips. Although his spiritual power was about to be exhausted, it was still extremely sharp and precisely wrapped around Yun Yiwei's lifeline.

No one expected that Tan Suiting could actually extract spiritual power from the lightning of others. Yun Yiwei even thought that the situation was settled and relaxed completely.

She felt completely drained, her limbs were firmly locked by silver-blue lightning, and her meridians were throbbing with pain.

"You can't win," Tan Suiting said, grabbing her from a distance. His eyes were light, and his long, slender fingers were slightly bent. The other person was bound in the air by lightning. "If you didn't hear me, I can say it again."

"Victory," his words fell like ice shattering and jade breaking, "belongs to the Feng Hua Sect."

The entire room fell silent. All the shouts and jeers from before were now stuck in everyone's throats, leaving only utter astonishment and disbelief.

"Tan Suiting," Yun Yiwei gritted her teeth, each word trembling as she uttered, "if you have the guts... then kill me. I will never admit defeat."

She would never admit defeat to Tan Suiting.

They would never admit defeat to Nie Zhao.

After a long while, Lin Fengque slowly lowered his hands, his spiritual energy completely dissipated, and he slowly closed his eyes, uttering a bitter sentence in a low voice: "We... admit defeat."

The moment the words fell, the entire arena fell silent for a moment, then erupted into cheers and applause that shook the entire Dao Asking Sect arena!

Tan Suiting withdrew his hand, and Nie Zhao beside him lifted Feng Zhi and used the scabbard to steadily support his arm. The two of them were exhausted of spiritual energy, but their faces were cold and stern as they turned around and slowly walked off the stage.

"After being beaten so badly by Zixiao Palace, Fenghua Sect doesn't seem as terrifying as the legends say."

"Indeed, Yun Yiwei and her team almost won."

"Really?" Rong Juyan tilted her head, a smile playing on her lips as she reminded him, "Have you forgotten that they only fielded two players this time?"

Upon hearing this, the others paused for a moment, then froze, seemingly finally realizing what had happened, their eyes filled with unspeakable surprise.

Yes, the Feng Hua Sect has become so powerful that people have forgotten that they only fielded two players in this match.

There was even a youngest one named Tan Suiting.

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I've been struggling to write since the end of last month, unable to find the words I want to write. I've revised them repeatedly, but still haven't achieved the desired effect. My busy life has kept me in a semi-inactive state. A few days ago, I saw I was still in the top ten of the gift rankings, which made me feel ashamed. Regarding the future update frequency and some frequently asked questions, I've posted them in the author's notes in a Q&A format. Since it's quite long, I won't take up much of your reading space. Those interested can check it out.

Thank you so much for your support (slowly kneels down and begins to sing "I Can Never Repay Your Grace in This Life").