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

Choose a good spot.

Nie Zhao had nothing to say.

Xie Weixing realized what was happening: "What is it?"

Isn't this Nie Zhao's old karmic entanglement? How come it's still connected to him? It wasn't him who beat people so badly when they were kids that they cried out in their dreams, "Sister, stop hitting me!"

"I said," Yun Yiwei glanced at him up and down, as if to make sure he could understand her, "there will be more fights later, let's all come at each other, let's have a group fight, okay?"

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Tan Suiting, her eyes narrowing slightly: "Next time, I won't let you get away unscathed."

Tan Suiting was tired and didn't want to talk to her anymore. He nodded perfunctorily and turned his head to hide behind his senior brother.

He didn't care, but a certain renowned expert from the Feng Hua Sect would never allow her to threaten Tan Suiting like that in front of him.

Feng Jilan spoke harshly to Tan Suiting; he was still capable of great rebellion, let alone insulting a fan.

"Okay," Xie Weixing said naturally. "Don't worry, I'll contact the dog catcher when we run into them. Is there anything else?"

Yun Yiwei: ?

"Let's go, stop irritating us here," Fu Yao said, arms crossed, glancing at Tan Suiting. "Xiao Long is sleepy, go back and rest. There's another competition this afternoon."

The main reason is that I'm afraid we might start fighting while we're talking.

Fu Yao always thought her mouth was hateful enough, but after meeting Xie Weixing, she realized that there are always mountains beyond mountains and heavens beyond heavens.

That's really despicable.

The group got up one after another, preparing to leave.

Shen Chunri was still clenching his fists, muttering under his breath, "Okay, okay, next time I'll show you how despicable my Bi She Shen family is."

Yu Xintang silently pulled the girl into her arms, squeezing her cheeks until they were distorted.

His expression was gentle, and he kept saying sorry to bother you, with guilt in his eyes, as if to say, "My junior sister doesn't bite people much anymore, but I don't know why she suddenly went crazy today. I'll take her away now."

The two of them walked up to Nie Zhao, taking turns punching each other, and stopped without anyone prompting them.

According to the rules of the Feng Hua Sect, when going out, the senior sisters and elders lead the way, and if Nie Zhao doesn't move, no one can leave first, and no one walks in front of her.

Xie Weixing was still fixing Tan Suiting's face behind him, and said with heartache, "Damn, I even knocked out two of your eyelashes."

Tan Suiting felt a little embarrassed as his senior brother cupped his face in front of everyone, and he turned his head away with a slight smile, saying softly, "Just two."

"I feel bad about losing two of them too."

Tan Suiting pursed her lips, grasped his wrist, and said shyly, "Go back and show me."

Jiang Yinhuan's lips twitched, and she turned her head to look at Huo Jiangmei: "Senior sister, do you think this is right?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jiangmei looked at her, paused, and asked with a hint of doubt, "Have they always been like this?"

Lin Qiaoyu, who was standing next to her, thought for a moment and said, "It seems that these two people, whenever they appear at the same time, are always standing close together."

That's absolutely indecent.

Why don't the sect leaders of Feng Hua Sect do anything about it?

Yan Wuyou crossed his arms, finding it normal: "I heard he saved His Highness the Crown Prince's life, and the two of them joined the same sect as disciples. They grew up together, so it's understandable that they're close."

"Hmm," Jiang Yinhuan glanced at him, "If your senior brother came over and touched your face and said that he felt sorry for you because you lost two eyelashes in the fight, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable?"

Yan Wuyou imagined the scene for a moment, then his eyes rolled back instantly: "I'll kill myself right now and show you."

Rong Juyan raised her eyes, a half-smile on her face: "Give it a try, Wuyou?"

Yan Wuyou instantly hid at the back, clutching his sword: "Thank you for your kindness. Senior brother, there's no need for that."

Jiang Yinhuan chuckled.

Nie Zhao stood at the front of the group, paused, turned his head to look at Yun Yiwei, and said calmly, "Whether in Nanchuan or in the entire cultivation world, respect is earned through one's own fighting with one's own sword. This is the rule of the world. The weak do not deserve respect."

Yun Yiwei looked at her quietly.

"You are a good daughter of Nanchuan," Nie Zhao said, her tone calm and each word clear. "Yun Yiwei, you are also the pride of Nanchuan."

After saying that, she didn't linger any longer and started walking down the mountain, followed by a small group of junior brothers and sisters.

They were bickering and joking around, creating a lively atmosphere of life and death.

Yun Yiwei stood there, watching Feng Huazong's departing figure, her heart clenching slightly, lost in thought.

"Let's go too," Wei Qiqing said.

Nie Shiyun was silent for a moment before speaking, "Mm."

The group from Tianxuan Sect stood up.

When Nie Shiyun reached Yun Yiwei's side, she stopped and said calmly, "I've known you for so long, and this is the first time I've heard you speak like a human being."

Yun Yiwei raised an eyebrow slightly: "Really? Then we can chat more in the future. I have a lot to tell you."

Nie Shiyun gave a half-smile, her gaze fixed straight ahead, a cold smile playing on her lips: "Yun Yiwei, are you happy to have gained Nie Zhao's approval?"

After saying that, she seemed not to want a reply, lifted her leg, and strode away without looking back.

Despite her delicate appearance and voice, her eyes always revealed a sharp edge, and the sweet fragrance emanating from her carried a chilling aura that drifted far, far away on the wind.

As Yun Yiwei watched her retreating figure, she almost thought she was seeing a second Nie Zhao.

She slowly savored the words the two had just spoken.

After a long pause, he gave a nonchalant laugh, a hint of helplessness on his lips.

Nanchuan's pride is limited; with the Nie sisters, how could it possibly have any left to share with others?