These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Those memories are hazy in my mind, some familiar, some unfamiliar.

Suitable for both joy and anger...

It can even hurt yourself.

He murmured.

"You'll get scolded if your clothes get dirty... Qingyan, I'll make you less angry."

"Ah...right, I should still call you Master now."

"Are you going to fight or not? If not, just admit defeat!"

Li Hanyang roared angrily, looking at the inexplicable boy. He couldn't understand the boy's mutterings and only felt that the boy was pretending to be stupid to avoid the shame that was about to come.

Wei Tu didn't stop walking; he merely raised his eyes slightly, appearing nonchalant.

"beat."

After saying that, he took another step and reached between the floor tiles to pull out the unfamiliar yet familiar longsword.

"The path of swordsmanship that I completed in twenty years, I must walk it all over again."

He casually picked up his sword and walked towards Li Hanyang again.

Li Hanyang was so angry he laughed, "Heh, Wei Tu. What are you pretending for? You can still lift a sword? Don't forget how I defeated you just now. Even if you put on this inexplicable act... a loss is a loss!"

The young man in blue finally stopped.

He looked up amidst the puzzled looks of those around him, and even frowned impatiently.

"Since when fighting has become about talking?"

Everyone around was shocked. Where did this boy, who had just been defeated, get the confidence to say such a thing?

Li Hanyang also couldn't understand it.

"Good...fight! Very good...very good, Wei Tu, you're very good!"

Wei Tu stopped listening to what he was saying; he had already figured out the current situation.

He walked forward step by step, his pace slow and calm, as if stepping on the heartbeats of everyone present.

When the other person was five steps away from him, Li Hanyang swung his sword at the arrogant and shameless boy who dared to ask for humiliation.

Ripples spread across the air, and the shimmering light remained as clear as under the blazing sun.

To everyone else, the boy, like a puppet, walked past... just walked past...

Then it disappeared beneath the sword light.

Where did he go?!

Li Hanyang was suddenly at a loss for words, because he had never imagined that Wei Tu could dodge his sword strike. The exclamations of the crowd seemed to tell Li Hanyang something.

He wanted to quickly sheathe his sword, but he felt an extreme killing intent and a chilling coldness in his throat.

Li Hanyang looked down in disbelief.

I didn't even dare to move my Adam's apple.

Because he saw a sword pointing squarely at his throat.

The owner of the sword was currently crouching in front of himself, one hand on his knee and both legs bent.

He stared at himself with indifferent eyes.

He spoke each word carefully.

"I've wanted to ask you this for a long time, Li Hanyang, how dare you provoke me? How dare you?"

Enraged, Li Hanyang quickly retreated, then drew his sword, ready to disregard the rules of the duel and kill the suddenly strange young man with a single blow.

"clang!"

Li Hanyang didn't even see the other person's movements clearly.

His sword, now fully at the eighth rank of the Fusion Realm, flew out and plunged straight into a large tree beside the Sword Inquiry Platform.

It swayed and wobbled, and a faint metallic sound could be heard, like the chirping of cicadas.

The young man, who was only at the eighth level of the Overlord Body Realm, had one hand on his hip and the other holding a sword across his neck. With just a slight pull, blood would gush out from his neck.

But he didn't do that.

He simply smiled and patted his shoulder with the blade of his sword, speaking earnestly.

"Li Hanyang, I've lost interest in swords, and you still haven't figured them out... How dare you?"

"Clang..."

He casually tossed the sword aside, but what fell to the ground was his self-esteem, which he thought was indestructible but was actually incredibly fragile...

The disdainful look in his eyes as he turned away shattered all my dignity with that crisp sound.

3. You are my white moonlight

"That's somewhat unexpected..."

It was only then that Ran Xinxue realized there was such a young man in the Yuanjian Sect named Wei Tu…

If I wasn't mistaken, the opponent's sword technique was actually quite simple and unadorned. He relied solely on pure anticipation and reaction to dodge Li Hanyang's sword strike and then raised his sword towards Li Hanyang's throat.

If it were in actual combat, or if we didn't have to consider the bonds between fellow disciples...

Without a doubt... this is a deadly move that can kill instantly.

But here's the question: how did he manage to do it so casually and effortlessly?

His moves were so skillful that it seemed he had practiced them countless times. Could he actually be an ambitious disciple who had been hiding his true abilities and dreaming of making a name for himself?

Yuan Wei's face twitched; he never expected that such a situation would occur so soon after he finished speaking.

"Elder Lu...did you give him special treatment?"

Yuan Wei felt he couldn't explain this problem no matter what. According to his prior knowledge, this boy named Wei Tu was at most at the eighth level of the Overlord Body Realm.

Compared to Li Hanyang, who was at the eighth level of the Fusion Realm, it was like comparing a pheasant to a phoenix.

How could he possibly have done that? And so casually?

Li Hanyang was considered one of his prized disciples. He specifically asked Yuan Wei to secretly arrange for him to face off against this young man, so Yuan Wei knew a little about him.

This boy named Wei Tu was only at the eighth level of the Overlord Body Realm, and was a somewhat dull and simple-minded young man.

There's nothing special about it; Yuan Wei thinks it's an overstatement to call it an undeveloped gem.

Yuan Wei felt that Lu Qingyan must have secretly given the boy some kind of drug, since everyone knew that their Little Iris Peak was losing talent, and apart from Jiang Ying, only this boy was left.

Jiang Ying is a rare talent. Now that she is seventeen years old, she has already reached the threshold of the Dragon Slayer Realm, which is beyond the reach of many people.

It's understandable that they would go to great lengths to groom this third-rate boy to save face for him.

Yuan Wei, who thought this way, failed to see the fleeting look of amazement in the eyes of the aloof and stunning young woman beside him.

Then her expression immediately returned to calm.

With a cool and indifferent voice, he said, "Elder Yuan, is it possible that... Li Hanyang is too weak?"

"Lu Qingyan...! You're being so unreasonable by letting your disciples take shortcuts! You're misleading them! How can this sect competition be fair anymore?!"

Yuan Wei seemed convinced that Wei Tu's rapid progress was due to Lu Qingyan's 'help,' and that such help must be against the natural order!

Lu Qingyan turned her head, a hint of disdain in her cold eyes, her flawless face, like an iceberg snow lotus, exuding utter arrogance.

"Elder Yuan, I only know who my disciples are, but I don't know what fairness is."

"you……!"

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"If this is a dream, she won't come."

A simple blue shirt fluttered in the valley wind.

Wei Tu stood calmly in the field of purple gromwell flowers.

The purple grass, in full bloom this season, covers the hillside, an elegant purple expanse that blankets the young man in his blue robe.

Wei Tu sat on the hillside, then lay down.

Clouds drifted past my eyes.

His eyes held a depth of concentration that belied his age.

"Don't be so cruel to me... Is all this price just a dream...?"

The boy closed his eyes and murmured softly.

Then he opened his eyes.

The azure sky and leisurely floating clouds were no longer before my eyes.

Instead, it was a face and a pair of lively eyes.

She had small lips and big eyes, her gaze so clear, like a stream that could see pebbles.

Were you dreaming just now?

The beautiful young girl smiled and said, her thin lips pursed.

Unexpectedly, the boy who was staring at her had a blank look in his eyes, and then suddenly stood up and hugged her.

She could have pushed him away.

With her reaction and level of understanding, she could have done it, but when she felt the strength of this usually dull boy holding her tightly, and his unusual heartbeat.

Su Mi did not choose to push him away.

Instead, she hesitated for a moment, then reached out and put her arm around his shoulder and back, gently patting his thin and not-so-broad back.

Her voice was as gentle as a clear spring flowing slowly.

"Senior brother, are you very sad?"