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

In the spirit world and the demon world, there are four teams that are considered favorites to win the sect competition.

Xuanyou Palace, Daodao Sect, Xiaoyao Sect, and also Yuming Palace.

Jade Palace ranked fifth in the previous sect competition.

Competition is fierce across the three realms, not even counting the mysterious sects of the Cloud Realm. It is extremely difficult for them to enter the top three, so how could they tolerate the Feng Hua Sect, which has been in seclusion for many years and has suddenly reappeared?

"If only my senior sister were here," Shen Chunri gritted her teeth, "we'd burn them to death."

"This is just the sect that ranked fifth in the last Three Realms Grand Competition," Xie Weixing glanced at her, a hint of coldness in his eyes. "If we four can't even beat them without Senior Sister, we might as well go home and not compete with other sects for first place."

Shen Chunri pursed her lips gently.

"Even without Senior Sister," Xie Weixing raised his eyes, his pupils slightly narrowed, "we will still win."

The black mist of the Jade Nether Mystic Array surged and pressed down again. Yu Xintang narrowed her eyes coldly, just about to make a move.

Xie Weixing stepped forward first. The young man was handsome and slender. His back was straight, his shoulders were thin and neat, and his red hair ribbon fluttered behind him. His peach blossom eyes, which used to contain a faint smile, were unusually cold.

He slightly raised his wrist, his slender hand drawing a sharp arc in the air, and coldly said, "Imperial Decree—"

Spiritual energy surged from his fingertips, golden patterns flowed from his palm, swirling and rising. With this movement, a golden longbow condensed in the air, its spine engraved with intricate patterns of living beings and gods, magnificent and vast, like a decree of the heavens. Its golden light was warm yet majestic, emitting a distant and solemn hum.

"Kamiji!"

Duan Qitian, who was in the spectator stands, immediately frowned.

He had already reached the Nascent Soul Realm, and mortal objects were no match for him. Yet, this golden longbow before him actually made him feel a sense of awe and majesty, and he even wanted to submit to it.

"Concealing your form? That's a good idea," Xie Weixing said with a slight smile. He steadily supported the bow with his left hand, stretched his right arm back, and hooked his knuckles around the golden string. He lowered his waist and drew the bow, instantly pulling the bowstring to a full, crescent shape. "I wonder if I can still hide now."

His arms were taut and clean, his posture relaxed, and a golden arrow materialized out of thin air in front of the bow, its shaft wrapped in a blazing, holy golden light, its tip clear and bright.

"Whoosh—!"

Golden light poured down as the arrow flew out, spreading its golden radiance and sweeping across the entire black mist with a thunderous roar.

[A Luna showed up for the sect competition, she said...]

[Run! The birdman's scout arrow is shining on me!]

The surging, thick mist dissipated instantly under the golden light, revealing all the members of the Jade Palace who had been concealed by the black mist. Their figures were clearly visible in the golden light, and even the flow of their spiritual energy through their meridians was fully exposed.

Xie Weixing slightly curled his lips: "The Divine Commander of the Emperor governs all living beings under Heaven. Wherever he goes, no concealment spell can take effect, unless there is really a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator among your amateur group. In that case, I'll take it as a loss."

You can conceal your form, but you can't conceal your breathing.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Shen Chunri beside him.

The latter raised an eyebrow slightly, and spiritual energy slowly rose in his hand.

The disciples of Jade Nether Palace narrowed their eyes and their expressions changed drastically: "This is bad! This evil bow and arrow can temporarily break through the mystical array and conceal itself!"

The leader raised his hand to block the remaining power of the Emperor's Decree, and sneered: "It's alright. This divine artifact is indeed powerful, but that young man is only at the Nascent Soul stage. He can't break the Earth-level formation with just one arrow."

After speaking, an arrow was shot, the black mist gathered again, and the group was plunged into darkness once more.

A chorus of mockery erupted from below the stage, with many spectators standing with their arms crossed, their words filled with contempt.

"A mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to presume to shake a level-Earth formation? He's overestimating himself."

"The Feng Hua Sect has been dormant for hundreds of years. They think they can run rampant with just a magic weapon. They are being far too naive."

Someone glanced sideways at the churning black mist above the arena and sneered, "That golden light looked impressive, but it was all for show. One arrow exhausted most of their spiritual power. Now let's see how they get trapped and die in the formation."

"I thought the Feng Hua Sect had some amazing trump card up its sleeve, but it turns out that's all they've got. Just a flash in the pan."

On the arena shrouded in black mist, Yu Xintang chuckled and slowly said, "Did you hear that? Everyone below is waiting to see us lose."

"Admit defeat," the chief disciple of Jade Nether Palace said coldly. "The top three in this sect competition don't belong to you; they belong to Jade Nether Palace."

Xie Weixing chuckled softly, holding the Imperial Decree in his hand. His eyes were slightly upturned, as if they held a pool of spring water, and his lips were beautifully shaped. He slowly spoke, "You want third place? You have nothing to do with us."

He gently raised his head, looking into the depths of the black mist, a mocking smile on his lips: "Because from beginning to end, all Feng Hua Sect has wanted is the top spot on the overall ranking."

The people from Jade Nether Palace visibly paused, whether from shock or a lack of suitable words for sarcasm, before finally uttering two words: "You?"

"Yes, it's us." Xie Weixing's eyes narrowed slightly, his dark hair was all tied into a neat ponytail, with a few strands of silver hair mixed in, a red hair ribbon hanging down his back, and only a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead. "Fenghua Sect never fights with dogs for things."

"I like it," he chuckled, "you can just take it."

A disciple of the Jade Nether Palace sneered, "Even on the verge of death, he's still spouting nonsense! Utterly arrogant, where did this presumptuous brat come from!"

Seeing that he dared to speak rudely to Xie Weixing, Tan Suiting sneered and uttered a low voice: "Today I'll tear your mouth apart."

He was about to make a move when someone next to him raised their hand to stop him.

Tan Suiting paused for a moment and turned his head to look.

Xie Weixing glanced sideways at Shen Chunri beside her, her hair swaying gently as she turned her head, the dark ends brushing against Tan Suiting's shoulder.

Tan Suiting watched as his senior brother's neck formed a clean, slender curve, his collar slightly opening as he raised his chin. He put down Feng Lian, whom he had been holding in his hand, and his eyes held a hint of confusion.

Why stop him?

Shouldn't we kill these people?

[You, Dragon Emperor, must ruthlessly annihilate the Jade Nether Palace today!]

[I'll tear you apart once my son finishes cleaning his sword.]

Tell me loudly who is Feng Hua Zong Shi Gong Yi?

[A cute seme is still a seme, no explanation needed; a kawaii 1 is still a 1, no explanation needed]

Xie Weixing had a handsome jawline. He glanced at Shen Chunri, slightly raising his chin with a hint of arrogant provocation. His thin, sharp eyes swept over her, his usual nonchalance now tinged with a sharp edge.

Upon receiving the instruction, Shen Chunri gently curled the corners of his lips. A wisp of poisonous tendril on his finger was swaying slightly, hanging inconspicuously on his little finger, winding its way into the black mist.

The girl slowly raised her emerald green eyes, which were filled with fighting spirit and sharpness.

The good days at Jade Palace are over.

Next, you will see your hell.