These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"...Why do I say that?"

Seemingly sensing the unconcealable sadness in the boy's words, the simple-minded girl softened.

Wei Tu thought for a moment, "Because I feel incredibly lucky to be able to see you again, see Master, see Su Mi, see everything... let alone this is a second chance..."

"One more time?"

"Hmm... life... Hmm? Senior sister, why are you taking off my pants?"

The girl's hand landed on the boy's waistband, then she looked up at him innocently.

"Junior brother said let's do it one more time."

"...Good heavens."

"Big guy..."

"..."

-

The next day, Wei Tu came out of Jiang Ying's room, supporting his back.

The girl was very thoughtful and prepared hot water for the boy to wash his face and brush his teeth early in the morning.

However, the girl still seemed to have some lingering resentment. For example, the boy always only scratched the surface and truly kept his promise, even though Jiang Ying didn't really like that promise.

Of course, she wouldn't think about the so-called sense of ritual, nor would she, like Su Mi, pay attention to the psychological state and atmosphere of the first time.

Just thinking that she likes it and he likes it is enough; there's nothing that can't be done.

It wasn't so much that he felt refreshed, but rather that he felt completely drained. When Wei Tu left Xiaoyuan Peak and arrived in the central area, he was surprised to see a group of people walking towards the Sword Training Ground.

The sound of noisy conversations could be heard from time to time.

"Where did those three people come from? I've never heard of them before, and the sect leader didn't give me any advance notice."

"Yeah... I don't understand."

"I heard they're from Guang Shenzhou, what... Fei Que Palace, have you heard of them?"

"...I think I've heard of them. They're supposedly a sect with over a thousand years of history in Guang Shenzhou, but their reputation has been severely damaged recently. How dare they challenge our Yuanjian Sect?"

"Sigh, isn't it because they see that our Yuanjian Sect is in great trouble and want to come here to challenge us and improve their reputation? Young people are full of such wicked thoughts!"

"How can our Yuanjian Sect be a place where these petty villains run rampant? Let's go and see! We still have Senior Brother Qiao and Senior Brother Wei; how can we allow them to act so recklessly!"

"I heard that Li Hanyang has already been defeated... Sigh, those who come here with ill intentions don't come with good intentions."

"..."

Wei Tu watched strangely as these people thronged away, seemingly unnoticed by anyone.

That's true. If someone sneaks down from Little Iris Peak, they'll find out that it's Ghostly Arrival.

But what are these people saying...?

Jade Palace?

People have come to such a run-down place?

Wei Tu of the Jade Sparrow Palace knew that in his previous life, this sect had a glorious history in the Divine Continent.

There once was an almost invincible Immortal Emperor, but that was a thousand years ago. Under the influence of that Immortal Emperor, the Jade Sparrow Palace was once bustling with activity, attracting countless disciples. In the Guang Shenzhou, a land of numerous sects and abundant natural beauty, it firmly held the top position.

It's a pity that the Immortal Emperor later fell, which seemed to have exhausted the fortune of the Jade Sparrow Palace. After that, it was difficult to produce a decent disciple, and the highest aptitude was only at the God-Gazing Realm.

As one can imagine, they tried to recruit Wei Tu.

At that time, the Jade Sparrow Palace couldn't even produce a single immortal-grade spirit sword, which shows how destitute they were.

How come they dare to come to the Yuanjian Sect now?

So the boy, supporting his back, slowly walked towards the sword-training area, since he had nothing better to do anyway.

However, things were not peaceful on the sword-training ground at this moment.

A young man standing in the center, holding a strangely shaped, crescent-shaped scimitar, had a disdainful and cynical expression.

He stood in the center, looking at the increasing number of Yuanjian Sect disciples around him, and said with a smile.

"So many people have come... yet not a single one dares to fight me? Is this spectacle entertaining? Does the Yuanjian Sect only train a bunch of spectators to watch the show?"

One of the disciples couldn't help but shout, his face flushed red.

"Don't be so arrogant! Wait until Senior Brother Qiao arrives and you'll be in for it!"

The boy burst into laughter.

"You're calling for reinforcements, huh?" Then, the curved blade pointed at Li Hanyang, who was standing on the sidelines with a gloomy face, and said, "You said before that Senior Brother Li was coming and so on, but now that your Senior Brother Li has lost, you're sending Senior Brother Qiao? Fine, I'll stay in your Yuanjian Sect for a month and beat up all your senior brothers. Who else are you going to invite?"

The scene was filled with curses, but despite the large crowd, no one dared to step down and accept the challenge.

The reason was none other than that in such a short period of time, besides Li Hanyang, four other disciples had been defeated by this young man.

Shouting may seem reckless, but going up there and embarrassing yourself requires careful consideration of your own abilities.

Feeling bored, the young man with the curved sword turned around and saw two people standing on the sidelines behind him.

A slightly older young man, dressed in a royal blue long gown, appeared gentle, refined, mature, and composed.

Holding a folding fan, he swayed it gently and casually.

There was also a charming woman, dressed in a light yellow dress, with a seductive smile on her face, who seemed to find the scene extremely interesting.

Seeing the boy approach, he smiled and said, "Zimu, aren't you afraid of being attacked by the whole group for being so arrogant? This is their territory."

The boy called Zimu scoffed, "Heh, a bunch of good-for-nothings who can't even manage their own territory. When they get angry, they're just angry good-for-nothings. What's the difference? Hey, Luo He, stop pretending to be a god here. All you do is make me work hard while you do your own thing?"

The man called Luo He smiled as he looked at Zi Mu.

"You're the junior brother, if you don't step up, who will? Under normal circumstances, I don't need to go; you're enough. If anything unexpected happens, your senior brother can clean up the mess for you, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"You're so vain... I think you're just obsessed with talking to your senior sister and being all lovey-dovey, right? Hehe, let me tell you, once the Dragon Slaying Tournament is over, Senior Sister Yuqing will be mine."

Standing between the two, Yu Qing seemed to be avoiding both of them, maintaining a demure and gentle demeanor in the very center.

"What's there to argue about, junior brothers... I don't want to talk about these romantic things right now."

Just as the three of them were saying strange things.

A burst of excited shouts erupted from the crowd not far away.

"Senior Brother Gong is here!"

"Senior Brother Gong, teach them a lesson!"

...PS: Tianlu...sigh, all I can say is that things didn't go as planned.

62 Shameless scoundrels, a life-or-death struggle?

Gong Ziqi appeared on the sword-training ground with a calm expression.

Although the disciples of Yuanjian Sect did not see the two people they trusted most, Gong Ziqi's arrival undoubtedly gave everyone present a boost of morale.

They were at least at the Dragon Slayer Realm level, and it seemed that the defeat of those disciples just now was not easy.

It seems that there is still a chance of winning, and a good chance at that. In most people's eyes, Gong Ziqi is the epitome of diligence and hard work.

While his talent may not be considered exceptional, anyone who has ever fought against Gong Ziqi will genuinely find him to be a formidable opponent.

Every move is steady and every stance is solid, and the opponent has a firm mind. Such an opponent will not give you many weaknesses. On the contrary, many of your tricks and gimmicks will be useless. Even if you win in the end, you will be badly hurt.

At this point, it seems impossible to consider anything as dishonorable as a victory; for a sect, face is indeed very important.

Winning is the most important thing.

Gong Ziqi looked at the three people opposite him. His honest face showed no extra expression and seemed quite normal. He just said in a deep voice.

"It's one thing for these three distinguished guests from the Jade Sparrow Palace to arrive uninvited, but why are they so ruthless in their attack?"

Gong Ziqi could see several injured disciples on the sidelines at a glance. Some were bleeding profusely and were being stopped, while the most seriously injured had even had their arms dislocated. Although they could recover, it would still have some impact.

This is not a friendly exchange of skills.

Zi Mu raised his head and looked at Gong Ziqi.

"Heh... Is this considered ruthless? I sign life-or-death contracts when I spar with people... Are the disciples of your Yuanjian Sect so pampered?"

His words seemed to be filled with disdain for the Yuanjian Sect.

The disciples on the sidelines were already filled with righteous indignation.

Gong Ziqi frowned. He did not act rashly. In these matters, Gong Ziqi was no longer as simple and honest as before, acting only according to his temper. Moreover, his temper was originally mild and he did not like fighting with people all the time.

He began to wonder why these people had come to the Yuanjian Sect at this time and were doing such things.

Even if they do win and gain some so-called fame, it probably won't look very good.

While Gong Ziqi hesitated, a hand climbed onto his shoulder.

"I'll do it."

The words were calm, and the face seemed to be one that hadn't been seen in a long time.

When Qiao Zhiheng finally appeared behind Gong Ziqi, the atmosphere on the sword-training platform reached a fever pitch.

On the other side, Zimu remained as arrogant and unruly as ever.

"Oh, one isn't enough, so you bring two? Do you want to come at me all at once? I'll take them all on. You'll know who I am, Zi Mu from Fei Que Palace."

Qiao Zhiheng quickly lowered his hand, then walked past Gong Ziqi beside him, while a concealed voice came from behind him.

"These people are strange. I'll handle this. If anything else goes wrong, things will get messy."

Gong Ziqi understood Qiao Zhiheng's meaning: he was worried that he would lose. These people had obviously come prepared. It was unrealistic to say that they knew nothing about the Yuanjian Sect and had only come because they heard that the Yuanjian Sect was in trouble.

Having suffered consecutive defeats, the morale of the Yuanjian Sect was severely dampened. At this critical moment, sending out a reliable person to defeat the opponent was of paramount importance.

Qiao Zhiheng stood in front of Zimu.

"No matter why you came here, or what you want to gain, there is no such thing as an easy way out. You will pay the price."

Zi Mu scoffed, "Heh heh heh... price? What price does the strong need to pay when they encounter the weak? You'll understand soon enough!"

When Wei Tu arrived at the sword-training ground, it was already full of disciples.