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

The previous session didn't produce any Tai Xu Realm cultivators; everyone was accumulating strength. This year, all the sects and families have indeed pulled out all the stops.

Shen Chunri gasped.

"Four?" Yu Xintang exclaimed in shock. "Are the Taixu Realm cultivators piglets wholesale from the foot of our sect's mountain? Or are they laying roosters raised in a chicken coop?"

"That's why I told you not to underestimate your opponent," Fu Yao slapped Yu Xintang on the head. "You're saving your Jianxuan Fuling for last. Do you think the sect competition is child's play? All you do all day is sit here calculating and calculating. You can't learn anything, can you? I'll call your senior uncle here to teach you how!"

Yu Xintang shuddered as she recalled Feng Yu's gentle smile and the words, "If you can't learn it, then die!" followed by an explosive talisman that blasted her from the Sun and Moon Palace to the execution platform on another cliff.

"No, no, no, Junior Uncle," he laughed, his voice gentle and warm, "I suddenly feel that this pen isn't so difficult to learn. I'll stay up all night tonight to memorize the incantation."

Fu Yao snorted coldly.

"But I always feel that if we only send two people," Xie Weixing said thoughtfully, "we'll probably lose."

Yu Xintang still needs to hide her strength. Today, she sent two Taixu Realm experts and still had a hard time winning. The Tianxuan Sect, ranked third among the five major sects, plus the mysterious and strangely powerful Nie Shiyun.

They'll definitely die a horrible death.

"You want to just admit defeat?" Shen Chunri raised an eyebrow. "Actually, you can. We've already won two matches, and the preliminary rounds are over."

Yu Xintang silently looked towards the command post.

"I admit defeat." Xie Weixing lingered the two words between his lips, chuckled softly, and said in a clear voice, "These two words have never appeared in my dictionary."

"For the third match, I'll be playing with you all."

*

"I heard the Feng Hua Sect drew the Tian Xuan Sect?"

"Yes, Feng Hua Sect is really unlucky. They had to play against three teams in the preliminary rounds, two of which were among the five major sects."

"It's a pity I didn't draw the Dao Seeking Sect. I wanted to see how the battle between these two sects would go."

"The Dao Asking Sect was the champion of the last sect competition, and the Feng Hua Sect is the biggest dark horse this year. It would be really interesting if these two met in the preliminary rounds."

Wei Qiqing stood beside Nie Shiyun and whispered, "They can only field three players this time. The two strongest ones should be resting because they've exhausted their spiritual energy."

Nie Shiyun lowered her eyes and softly hummed in agreement.

Xie Weixing stood opposite her, which gave him the opportunity to examine her closely.

The woman's peach-red hair stood up high, her phoenix eyes were indifferent, her cheeks were fair, and the glass earrings hanging from her ears swayed gently. Compared to the spoiled and willful Miss Nanchuan in the past, she had lost some of her liveliness and gained a bit of coldness.

If Xie Weixing had seen this two years ago, he would have just sneered and commented on this savage demon.

Having experienced all that had happened in Nanchuan, he didn't know how to view the girl in front of him, and he couldn't bring himself to say anything too harsh.

System: You actually have moments of such empathy.

Xie Weixing sneered: I feel an indescribable sense of guilt when I look at her now, like looking at the emotional debts my senior sister owed all those years because she didn't know how to speak properly.

System: Watch your language, this platform does not allow orthopedic topics.

Xie Weixing: Family affection is also affection, what are you thinking?

System: The main problem is that anything you say sounds rather vulgar.

Xie Weixing: If you keep talking so rudely, that person will die.

The intensity of the bond between the two sisters, diluted, is enough to sustain ten couples until they grow old together.

Oh no, so I'm not the only one who thinks this way?

[Senior Sister is heterosexual, right? After all, she still needs to bear children for Nanchuan. Nie Shiyun was raised with strict rules and discipline from a young age. Isn't that herbalist her confidant? He's been with her since he was a teenager... Two women who respect heterosexuality the most.]

[Oh, so what if she's a straight girl? Straight girls being dominant is very civilized.]

[Is the male confidant Lu Qingyou, Yunmei's potential concubine?]

[Ahhh what? No! Yunmei is still very young!]

The comments section was already buzzing with excitement, but Xie Weixing ignored it and focused his gaze on the person behind Nie Shiyun.

It is Song Lingyue.

Previously, he had joined forces with Su Boyu and Wen Fu at Qingyu Sect, intending to extract his spirit core regardless of his life or death.

It's been a long time.

"Oh," Xie Weixing chuckled, his expression gentle, "you're not dead yet."

Song Lingyue glared at him resentfully.

"Wan Jianshan hasn't beaten her into submission yet," Shen Chunri sneered, "but she still dares to glare at us."

Yu Xintang's eyes were gentle as she asked softly and politely, "Who is this dead fish-eyed guy again?"

Shen Chunri glanced at him sideways, speechless.

"It's alright. Back then, Wan Jian Mountain couldn't subdue her. It's fate that we met today." Yu Xintang flipped her wrist, and a folding fan painted with landscapes and peach blossoms opened in front of her. The smile on her lips was still gentle, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Then let her keep her eyes."

Xie Weixing, who was in front of him, tilted his head slightly. Hearing this, a smile appeared on his lips, which slowly deepened before he finally looked away.

The boy's deep red hair ribbon was violently tugged by the strong wind, and his thin lips uttered four words: "That's exactly what I meant."

The two groups locked eyes, and the young men's sharp edges were on full display.

"The third match is between Feng Hua Sect and Tian Xuan Sect."

"The competition begins—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xintang raised his hand and drew a talisman in the air. His wind spirit root stirred up a hurricane between heaven and earth. Purple spiritual power emanated from his fingertips, turning into black runes that swirled and roamed in mid-air. The surrounding air currents made his clothes flutter.

One after another, elegant and sharp runes appeared in the air, their lines both rough and sharp, like a surging wind, swirling and slashing rapidly.

"Who is this talisman cultivator?" Ning Xiang frowned slightly, glancing at her personal disciple beside her. "I've never seen him make a move before, how can his strength be so formidable?"

"I met Yu Xintang before during the imperial election," Yan Chenxiao said. "She seems to be from Penglai."

"Penglai?" Lin Qiaoyu tilted her head in surprise. "The only demigod realm in the Three Realms?"

Yan Chenxiao nodded.

"Judging from this person's strength and aura, he must be a member of the Penglai nobility," Jiang Yinhuan said, arms crossed, her jade flute twirling between her fingers. "The Fenghua Sect is truly a place where dragons and tigers hide; it actually has such a figure."

On the arena, spiritual energy surged like waves, and the runes remained untouched by dust, condensing into translucent purple runes in mid-air. Yu Xintang gently tapped her long, slender, and fair fingertips, and the swirling wind suddenly gathered, condensing into rows of runes that floated in front of her. The wind howled, as if a thousand pounds of power were hidden within the thin runes.

[Isn't Yu Xintang a delicate talisman cultivator...?]

[You're new here, aren't you? Your brother Yu Xintang is the only one in the Feng Hua Sect to master talisman formations and swordsmanship, the number one genius in the Penglai Realm. Where does your weakness come from? When you're being scolded?]

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I arranged for Yu Shao to wear a maid outfit qwq