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

After he finished speaking, no one else spoke.

Yun Yiwei turned around, calmly continued walking forward, and stopped in front of Fenghua Sect.

Shen Chunri immediately became on guard.

Picking a fight? Challenging someone to a duel? Confessing your feelings?

The people from the Dao Asking Sect nearby also turned their gazes towards it.

Lin Qiaoyu leaned closer to Jiang Yinhuan and whispered, "What do you think their relationship is? That woman seems to hate that phoenix from the Fenghua Sect."

Jiang Yinhuan pouted: "I don't know."

"How come you don't know anything?" Lin Qiaoyu said disdainfully. "Did you take the brain medicine that Master asked him to prescribe for you?"

Yan Wuyou choked for a moment, then turned her head with a speechless expression. She slowly said, "That's for treating headaches. Didn't Xiao Jiu keep saying she couldn't sleep and dreamed of a toad calling her 'sister'? What kind of medicine treats the brain?"

It's as if everyone in the Dao Seeking Sect is an idiot. They have to cure their personal disciples' brain diseases before they can participate in a sect competition, otherwise they'll start drooling during the fight.

Isn't that a bit too embarrassing?

Lin Qiaoyu looked puzzled and raised an eyebrow: "Isn't that for treating the brain?"

Yan Wuyou sighed, "Stop fooling around."

Jiang Yinhuan clicked her tongue and leaned towards Huo Jiangmei almost imperceptibly.

I'd better stay with my senior sister; spending too much time with these two will make me stupid.

"I thought Nie Zhao was the most despicable person I'd ever met," Yun Yiwei said, looking at Tan Suiting. "I never imagined that the Feng Hua Sect would have someone like you."

"Big sister, who are you talking about..." Shen Chunri raised an eyebrow, about to rush up and engage in free fighting, but was quickly pulled back by Yu Xintang.

He whispered, "Why are you getting involved with a lunatic like her?"

Tan Suiting glanced at her, his tone neither too loud nor too soft, as if he were talking about something trivial: "I'll fight you with a sword next time."

Of all the people in Zixiao Palace, he barely respected Shen Yiwei.

Oh, Yun Yiwei.

Xie Weixing glanced at Tan Suiting, and a thought suddenly connected him to the two of them.

This strong-willed woman must have her own thought process; she hates whoever is powerful and thinks whoever is awesome is despicable.

Ok.

Xie Weixing almost wanted to ask, "Do you think I'm shameless?"

Yun Yiwei snorted in anger at Tan Suiting, her lips trembling slightly, and turned to look at Nie Zhao.

"I don't respect you, and I don't think you can manage Nanchuan very well."

Upon hearing the words "Nanchuan Chidi," the Tianxuan Sect members on the right diagonally exchanged glances, their eyes filled with gossip, before turning their attention to the peach-clad woman at the head of the group.

Nie Shiyun's expression was indifferent; she simply gazed at Yun Yiwei, seemingly curious about what kind of ivory could come out of that dog's mouth.

Nie Zhao wasn't angry; his expression remained calm as he asked, "Why?"

"Your meaning is written all over your face. You're too easy to read, or rather, you don't bother to hide it," Yun Yiwei said, tugging at the corner of her mouth as she met her gaze. "You're heartless and loveless towards Nanchuan."

Nie Zhao fell silent, only looking at her.

"You don't consider Nanchuan your homeland, nor do you consider Chidi your hometown. You have no feelings for this land," Yun Yiwei smiled. "Therefore, no matter how powerful you are, I will definitely use all my and my family's power to stop you from succeeding to the throne of Nanchuan."

Nie Shiyun's eyes trembled slightly upon hearing these words.

Nie Zhao noticed that his gaze fell on her for a moment.

Yun Yiwei caught this moment, turned around, raised an eyebrow at Nie Shiyun, and said in a flirtatious tone, "Sister Yun, long time no see, you've become even more beautiful."

Nie Shiyun ignored her, turned her head slightly, and uttered three words in a low voice: "...you damned playboy."

Nie Zhao withdrew his gaze and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Don't worry, I didn't get involved with your sister," Yun Yiwei quickly explained, rolling her eyes. "I just don't support your succession to Nanchuan. We're all old friends, but you probably don't consider me a friend either. It doesn't matter. Anyway, I will stop you from doing this. I'm telling you straight today."

Yun Yiwei is not the kind of person who would harm others behind their backs.

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow, turned his head and whispered to Tan Suiting, "Insulting someone is just being arrogant, huh?"

Tan Suiting yawned.

Yun Yiwei spoke up: "Nie Zhao, I know you are very strong, but I never thought you would lose so badly. You are indeed the pride of the world."

She raised an eyebrow. "If we meet again, I hope all five of you can fight together. I want to see just how big the gap is between us."

Nie Zhao paused for a moment, then turned to look at Xie Weixing, who was using a hairband to wipe the bloodstains from Tan Suiting's cheek.

"What's this mess?" he complained as he wiped, his brow furrowing slightly. "Why can't I get it off?"

Tan Suiting looked at him calmly, as if he were facing a mentally challenged fool. After a long while, he finally spoke to explain, "This is a wound, not a dirty one. Don't wipe it, it hurts."

Xie Weixing's fingers, which had been gripping the hairband until they turned white, suddenly stopped. Her expression slowly went blank. After a long while, she looked up at him, gave an awkward smile, and took the hairband back: "Oh, oh..."

Nie Zhao let out a short sigh, as if he was enduring something.

Why did I have to do something stupid now of all times?

Yun Yiwei's lips twitched, her face expressionless: "This is the command post of your Feng Hua Sect?"

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