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

Xie Weixing had expected this completely. Without turning his head, he crossed his arms and laughed so hard that his shoulders were trembling slightly.

Yu Xintang chuckled coldly.

He wanted to sever ties with Tan Suiting and Xie Weixing, those two who weren't even fellow disciples. Oh no, he wanted to sever all ties.

Fu Yao caught Nie Zhao as she walked off the arena, channeled some gentle spiritual energy into her spiritual sea through her palm, and asked, "Are you alright?"

Nie Zhao shook his head in silence.

It's just that my spiritual energy is exhausted, but it's not a big deal. I'll be fine after resting for half a day.

However, Yun Yiwei was truly surprised. She had thought the other party was just a spoiled brat who was arrogant and idle, but she never expected that he had cultivated to such a level.

Their talents are among the best in the entire cultivation world, and Yun Yiwei is even two years younger than her.

Master's words were indeed true.

In this vast world of cultivation, there are many more geniuses than just these few.

Everything was normal at Feng Hua Sect, but Zi Xiao Palace was in complete chaos.

"Yiwei," Lin Fengque grasped Yun Yiwei's still bleeding hand, only to have it ruthlessly flung away the next moment.

He chased after her, saying, "Yiwei, calm down, you're injured."

"I'm very calm," Yun Yiwei said expressionlessly, blood dripping from her fingertips. "Get away from me."

Several disciples were still holding pills they had prepared in advance to replenish their spiritual energy, but they were ignored as if they were air. The eldest disciple was dissatisfied and began to mutter under his breath.

"Senior Sister Yun is so domineering. When she can't beat the other side, she takes it out on Senior Brother Lin."

"That's right. Feng Hua Sect only sent two people to fight, and we still lost. We're just not as good as them, so what's there to be angry about?"

Lin Fengque frowned, turned her head, and snapped, "Shut up! What business is it of yours?"

The disciples immediately fell silent, trembling with fear.

In any legitimate sect, generally speaking, there are very few disciples who are not afraid of their senior sisters or brothers.

Upon hearing these words, Yun Yiwei slowly stopped in her tracks.

The woman, slender and tall, stood rooted to the spot. After a long pause, she slowly spoke, "Lin Fengque, do you also think I said that because I lost?"

Lin Fengque was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head. Realizing that Yun Yiwei couldn't see him shaking his head, he explained, "I didn't think that way."

"Feng Hua Sect only sent two people to fight," Yun Yiwei turned her head, dried blood still on the corner of her lips, her gaze disdainful, "but how scared are you? From beginning to end, your tactics have been to delay the battle, to avoid fighting, and to deplete Feng Hua Sect's spiritual energy. Yes, that is indeed the safest approach. What if, by sheer luck, you actually manage to wear them down?"

Lin Fengque pursed her lips.

As the commander, he naturally had to choose the method that would most easily win the game.

"But this is not the sect competition I wanted," Yun Yiwei slowly shook her head, "nor is it the reason I have diligently cultivated for so many years and stepped into this place today."

"From the very beginning, you thought we were no match for the Feng Hua Sect. A Crown Prince from the East Sea and a Phoenix Maiden from the South River, two of them at the Tai Xu Realm, scared the crap out of you," Yun Yiwei sneered. "If we go all out and still can't beat them, then it's because we're not as skilled. I, Yun Yiwei, have nothing to say. At worst, we'll just go back and go into seclusion to train again. After all, anything can happen in this world. Who can say for sure that we'll never be as good as them?"

Lin Fengque's face turned pale as he stared intently at her.

"Lin Fengque, you've been using tricks and hiding all the time. Is this the kind of competition you wanted?" Yun Yiwei smiled, but there was no smile on her face. Her tone was extremely cold. "Then congratulations, you've achieved your wish."

"He didn't mean that," Pei Huaiyuan said, frowning. "Using your bloodline power will deplete your essence. If the situation is serious, it could result in either death or serious injury. Feng Que is in command; if something happens to you, how will he explain it to his master?"

Yun Yiwei's lips twitched slightly, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Lin Fengque, Pei Huaiyuan, and you all, you've already lost to them. When you changed tactics before Zixiao Palace went on stage, when you were practicing fierce offensive moves but hesitated and dared not make a move because your opponent was a Taixu Realm cultivator, when you chose to back down for fear of someone getting hurt. I'm not talking about ability, I'm talking about spirit."

"I would rather stay on the stage until the last moment when my spiritual power is exhausted, and even use the bloodline power I saved for the final battle against the demon realm, just to tell everyone."

Her face was cold and aloof, her features were the handsome ones unique to women from Nanchuan, and her eyes had lost their previous nonchalance and frivolity, replaced by a sharp edge.

"I, Yun Yiwei, will not lose with you."

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There are three reasons why Long and his senior sister had a difficult fight. First, Long didn't use any weapons to hide his strength (and show off), relying entirely on his hands. Second, Feng Hua Sect only has two members; the senior sister has just reached the Tai Xu Realm, and Long's foundation is unstable. Third, the three members of Zi Xiao Palace are also among the best of the direct disciples. Feng Hua Sect can fight across borders, so they might not be unable to either. Everyone is a genius, but F5 has better talent. After all, it was already said that being a genius is just the threshold to entering Feng Hua Sect.