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

"The first match: Feng Hua Sect versus Yu Ming Palace—"

The drums beat in unison, each sound striking the hearts of people.

"The competition begins!"

The leading disciple of the Jade Nether Palace glanced at the group not far away and sneered coldly, "The Wind and Flower Sect, isn't it just that third-rate sect that's been hiding in the Spirit Realm for hundreds of years and hasn't appeared in the Three Realms Grand Competition?"

Xie Weixing squinted slightly.

Are they still increasing their bets?

"Seeing you today, you are indeed lowly," the woman behind the leading disciple said with a smile. "After all, you are a lowly bloodline that escaped from my Jade Nether Palace. Naturally, the disciples you have trained are not worthy of being in a refined setting."

Ning Xiang, sitting in the spectator stands, slowly clenched her fingers.

"Is this guy not afraid of death?" Lin Qiaoyu clicked her tongue. "Are all the Feng Hua Sect members crazy? Don't they know that in the Demon Realm?"

"You said it's the Demon Realm, how would you know? Although the Feng Hua Sect is infamous, it mainly harms sects in the Spirit Realm," Jiang Yin Huan said casually, twirling her flute. "But it doesn't matter, they'll soon have a bloody lesson."

"Who has learned a bloody lesson?" Lin Qiaoyu asked curiously, "The Jade Nether Palace? Or the Wind and Flower Sect?"

"It must be the Jade Nether Palace," Jiang Yinhuan's lips twitched. "The Feng Hua Sect has two Tai Xu cultivators. How can that stupid palace fight them? You go and deal with them."

"It's hard to say," Rong Juyan, sitting to the side, slowly raised her hand, her long eyelashes drooping, and took a sip of tea. "Nie Zhao is still in Nanchuan and has not returned. There are only four of them today. Before Yuming Palace, a Taixu Realm expert had already appeared. Their overall level should not be lower than theirs."

"That looks good."

Their gazes returned to the arena.

"Lowly bloodline," Shen Chunri said with a half-smile, gently uttering these words from between her lips, and slowly raised her eyes, "I hate it most when people use bloodline to determine social status."

A strong gust of wind ruffled the boy's hair, and Xie Weixing smiled slightly: "Then let's open their eyes."

"Of course," Yu Xintang's eyes turned cold, her slender fingers slowly tightening their grip on the folding fan, "They're practically riding on our heads, and we still tolerate this? Do they think we're turtles?"

Before the words were even finished, a ripple spread through the surrounding air, and suddenly the area around them was empty.

No one saw how Tan Suiting moved; there was only a soft hissing sound, a very faint cracking sound in the air, almost inaudible.

To the average person, it was just a fleeting moment, less than the blink of an eye, before His Highness the Crown Prince had already torn through the barriers of space, his extreme speed concealing a devastating and ruthless force.

"Sumeru Guide." A cold, sharp voice rang out.

Tan Suiting used spatial spiritual power to instantly teleport several feet. The disciple who had been shouting the loudest still had a face full of contempt and sarcasm, and the arrogance in his eyes had not yet faded when his pupils suddenly contracted to a point.

A silver-blue bolt of lightning shot out from Tan Suiting's fingertips, carrying with it the fine lines of space being torn apart, so fast that it was just a fleeting streak of light.

"boom--!"

The leading disciple was the first to react, immediately raising his hands to form a hand seal to defend himself. The spiritual energy surged outwards, instantly causing fine cracks to appear in the bluestone ground. The female disciple's weapon flew out of her hand, clattering and shattering incessantly.

Smoke and dust rose slightly, and the scattered stones and weapon fragments still hovered in mid-air, not yet falling to the ground.

"You unruly wretch," Tan Suiting's heterochromatic eyes were covered with a thin layer of coldness, showing no ripples. Before anyone could react, he threw a punch, "Just wait to die."

Xie Weixing, standing to the side, was stunned. His lips twitched slightly, his peach blossom eyes raised, exuding a proud and arrogant air. After a moment, he finally spoke: "What did he go about?"

Yu Xintang paused for a moment before replying, "Fighting? Is it that hard to tell?"

[You're all finished. My dad still has a shred of humanity left, but my father doesn't, because my father is a dragon.]

[Ryuu's fists are itching to drink blood]

[Shouldn't killing be prohibited in the sect competition?]

[Don't worry, Yu Xintang will stop him when he's about to die. You, Young Master Yu, are reliable in that respect.]

[With her senior sister gone, and burdened with children, this old Yu Xintang...]

[My goodness, Tan Suiting has such a fiery temper; he's ruthless and doesn't talk much!]

[So what if my Dragon Emperor has a bit of a temper? He's just a young kid who doesn't know any better and is just playing around.]

[You guys at Jade Palace, just bear with it. His current lawlessness is all thanks to his senior brother spoiling him.]

Xie Weixing's eyes, which were usually filled with a touch of languid gentleness, were now tinged with coldness. A chilling aura, so sharp it was terrifying, emanated from his body, causing the air around the arena to freeze instantly, and tiny ice flowers appeared, falling softly onto the bluestone arena.

"Your mouth is filthy," he said with a slight smile, looking at the female disciple who had called Fu Yao lowly, "I'll help you shut it up."

The leader of the Jade Nether Palace, a disciple of the Void Realm, was trapped by Tan Suiting and could not escape for a time.

The woman who had spoken sarcastically had just picked up her magical weapon when she felt a chilling current rushing towards her. Her expression changed drastically, and she hastily raised her hand to conjure a dark barrier.

Xie Weixing was tall and swift, his steps light and agile, like a traveler returning home on a snowy night. His speed was dazzling. Bodhi ice sprouts condensed at his fingertips, clear and cold, and every inch of cold light pierced the air, crashing hard against the opponent's barrier.

"Snap—!"

The solid spiritual energy barrier instantly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks and shattered with a sound. The cold air rushed in through the cracks, and the woman's wrist instantly froze stiff.

"Since you enjoy being so sarcastic," Xie Weixing swooped to her side, gripping an ice shard tightly in his hand, his eyes sharp, "then I'll hit you first."

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Hehe, I really want to write about the Shen family in Penglai Realm and the East Sea. I'll start thinking about it after I finish writing about the sect competition.