These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Everything is going according to plan.

When Ruoyuan took out a cultivation technique and handed it to the boy, the boy accepted it with gratitude.

Once the new snow fell, I knew that all of this was beyond redemption.

I can't change it myself. I can only let nature take its course.

After all, I am just one of the pawns in this game.

But what happened next was something Ran Xinxue didn't expect.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something strange—something was burning.

Turning my head, I was surprised to see that the handsome young man in white had burned the scroll to ashes in his hand.

"What are you doing?!"

Ran Xinxue couldn't help but shout out loud.

The boy named Wei Tu ignored her, but slowly stood up and revealed a smile that seemed to have been planned for a long time.

He reached out and placed his hand on the top of his master Ruoyuan's head.

What an offense!

Ran Xinxue wanted to do something, but the atmosphere inside the hall made her unable to move.

She watched as the young man placed his hand on the head of her bewildered master, raising his eyebrows slightly.

This was a sight she had never seen before.

This boy showed absolutely no respect or humility; he was utterly rebellious!

He...he's going to betray his master and destroy his ancestors!

But the boy, with a detached gaze and a slight smile, said...

"Old man, you should have died long ago."

Ran Xinxue slumped to the ground, completely forgetting how out of control she had been.

All she remembered was that after finishing his task, the boy wiped his hands with the front of his muscular, full chest, looking somewhat disgusted.

Then he turned around and walked out of Baoguang Hall, his sorrowful yet extremely hypocritical voice echoing from outside.

"Our grandmaster...has passed away!"

For some reason, Ran Xinxue could detect a chilling smile in that sorrowful voice...

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"Yuanjian Sect, the sect competition begins!"

……

"Li Hanyang of Qingting Peak versus Wei Tu of Xiaoyuan Peak!"

……

"Wei Tu, Wei Tu, do you know how much effort I put into getting you to face me?"

……

"Wei Tu, you overestimate yourself and have no self-awareness. Do you want me to tell you the outcome in advance? You will lose, you will lose miserably. How can you, a mere Overlord Realm cultivator, fight me?"

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"Not only will you lose, but your junior sister will also see your pathetic state and your insignificant strength. She will fall into my arms, and not only that... there's also your senior sister, she's mine too. Wei Tu, your life is destined to be a failure. Don't ask why, because I don't like you, I'm very annoyed by you, that's all."

……

Gradually, the noise grew louder than the wind, and the sound of flowing water seemed to quietly fade away.

The distorted world gradually became clear.

The sound of wind, conversation, voices...

The scent of wild grass, the scent of breath, and the scent of a gentle breeze...

He opened his eyes, still confused. PS: The first two chapters will require a bit of thought... a bit stream-of-consciousness, but I believe everyone will understand. It shouldn't be too difficult, because I wanted to write something a little less formulaic and build up the atmosphere, so I did some work on the writing style. By the way, don't worry, there won't be any protagonist abuse, and NTR is absolutely impossible. It's a true harem, I'll take them all! That's all~

2 How dare you?

　"boom!"

It kicked up a cloud of dust.

The thin boy in the blue robe was thrown to the ground in a disheveled state, his delicate face seemingly contorted in pain.

And standing not far in front of him.

The sword was stuck in the open space, swaying slightly.

Li Hanyang, holding his sword in one hand, had an arrogant expression.

His eyes were filled with disdain.

The surrounding crowd erupted in cheers, all exclaiming in amazement at this moment.

On the viewing platform stood several tall and imposing figures.

There were five people in total, including both men and women.

They are the peak masters of the five mountains of the Yuanjian Sect.

Seeing this scene on the Sword Inquiry Platform, everyone shook their heads and sighed, feeling regretful.

The woman in the center is young and beautiful, exuding a delicious aroma.

"Elder Yuan, Li Hanyang has already fused with the eighth rank?"

Yuan Wei, the peak master of Qingting Peak, appeared calm, but his eyes were already filled with smugness.

His own disciples held a clear advantage, yet he appeared even more humble because of this.

To others, it might seem like a form of showing off.

Yuan Wei cupped his hands in greeting to the woman and another woman beside her, who was dressed in a light blue dress and had an elegant demeanor like a rare orchid in a secluded valley.

"Elder Lu, it seems that our Qingting Peak has won this match by a narrow margin. But it doesn't matter, the strengths are evenly matched, and Xiaoyuan Peak has a disciple as talented as Jiang Ying, who will surely be able to turn the tide."

Faced with these seemingly humble and polite, but actually arrogant and provocative words.

If the Overlord Realm and the Fusion Realm can be considered to be roughly equal... then there is no difference between them.

With an elegant demeanor, Lu Qingyan simply stared indifferently at the boy on the field, who seemed to have never gotten up again.

"Today's victory or defeat is merely a reflection of today's strength. Elder Yuan, there's no need for you to gloat in front of me. The disciple I have high hopes for is better than a thousand Li Hanyangs."

Yuan Wei's expression was uncertain, and he looked embarrassed.

Meanwhile, several elders who were uninvolved chuckled from a different angle.

Ran Xinxue smiled slightly. Everyone knew that Elder Lu, who was determined to prove his immortality with the supreme sword intent, had a cold face and a distant personality, but was extremely protective of his own. Yuan Wei couldn't beat the older one and tried to bully the younger one, so how could Lu Qingyan give him a good look?

With no one speaking up for Yuan Wei, he straightened up and simply flicked his sleeve.

"Heh, while Elder Lu's exceptional talent and discerning eye are undeniable, to go to such extremes... is to be disrespectful to the other disciples. If the disciples of Qingting Peak were so incompetent, how could such a scene have occurred?"

Lu Qingyan didn't even glance at Yuan Wei.

His hands hung calmly at his sides, without even a moment's clenching.

The heart is like still water.

In her eyes, the boy would slowly get up and start over, having suffered humiliation today.

"Elder Yuan, if you don't believe me, wait a few more months..."

As Yuan Wei listened to what Lu Qingyan was about to say, he almost thought he was walking into a trap. He was just worried about not finding a chance to completely humiliate her, and he was about to suggest that they fight another day... but then he found that the cold woman's words came to an abrupt end.

Yuan Wei turned his head and looked at Wenjianping with a slightly puzzled expression.

The young man in blue, amidst the chaos, stirred and slowly sat up from the ground...

The boy sat up and opened his eyes amidst the gloating, or perhaps pitying, gazes of the crowd.

He opened his eyes, looking slightly confused, and glanced around, as if he didn't understand what had happened despite being beaten up like this.

Not far from him, only about twelve steps away, Li Hanyang coldly looked over, his mocking voice carrying unimpeded.

"Wei Tu, Wei Tu, why are you getting up? If I were you and I were beaten like this, I would just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and have someone carry you out later, so as to avoid further embarrassment, right?"

Li Hanyang felt that the other party couldn't possibly be indifferent to his words, but strangely, the boy's gaze, devoid of anger or shame, swept around the surroundings but never landed on him...

Did he think he could escape this humiliation by feigning amnesia?

That's incredibly naive!

Li Hanyang gripped his sword tightly and sneered.

"Wei Tu! Now that you're awake, if you still want to fight, I'll fight you again. If you really want to lose face like this, I'm willing to send you on your way!"

This sentence finally caught the attention of the young man in blue.

His gaze slowly focused on him, but Li Hanyang felt that there was no emotion in that gaze, as if he were looking at a dead object.

How could he do this? I just sent him flying with a single sword strike! He should be filled with fear of me now!

Wei Tu propped himself up on his knees and sat up, looking at the ground.

He muttered to himself, oblivious to everyone around him.

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is..."

No one understood him; in fact, very few people could even make out what he was saying.

All they could see was the boy, who had just been in such a sorry state and looked utterly humiliated, stand up and brush the dust off his blue robe.

As he rose, the wind in the mountain stream of Yuanjian Sect seemed to dance along with him.

In the lush forest, even the distant white clouds gained meaning because of this moment.

He glanced at Li Hanyang, then strode over.

Every step felt so familiar; it seemed he could walk the entire mountain gate with his eyes closed.