These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"Have fun and drink as much as you want these next few days..."

"..."

She felt that this man seemed to have lost all will to live. It's just a competition, why is he acting like he's going to die?

Of course, she had no idea that her senior brother was thinking far too far ahead. He felt that he had offended the other party, and right from the start, he had encountered such a popular contestant, one that Huang Shang had high hopes for. The result was predictable: he would definitely use the competition as an excuse to teach her a lesson. And the scene that would unfold...

It's so beautiful it's unimaginable, while I must be in a terrible state.

It's all my fault... Why did I insist on being the bugle call at the tavern?

This is probably what they mean by "it's impossible to reason with a damned ghost"?

-

Wei Tu just smiled and quickly forgot about it; he really didn't care too much about such trivial matters.

He wouldn't really take a small conflict to heart.

He didn't make any special preparations because there were more important things to do now, such as being in his senior sister Jiang Ying's room.

Jiang Ying calmly handed him a cup of hot tea.

Wei Tu smiled.

"Are you nervous, senior sister? You're going to perform tomorrow."

Jiang Ying looked at Wei Tu and shook her head, "Junior brother, are you very nervous?"

Wei Tu picked up the hot tea and held it in her hands, watching the falling petals and leaves outside the window as always.

"I'm not nervous, just a little emotional."

"Feeling sentimental?"

"Yes, it feels like we've come full circle, back to where we started."

"I'm sorry... Senior sister doesn't quite understand this."

"It's alright, it was just my ramblings anyway, nothing to worry about."

"But because you're my junior brother, I'll still care about what you say."

Wei Tu smiled as he looked at the woman beside him.

"You really are Baby's senior sister."

Jiang Ying looked at Wei Tu with confusion. She knew that Wei Tu liked to call her that, but she didn't know why he liked it... But let him call her whatever he likes, the girl didn't care too much, as long as it was just a way of addressing her.

Wei Tu suddenly remembered something interesting and looked at Jiang Ying with a smile.

"By the way, senior sister, I saw Yuanjia grass yesterday."

Jiang Ying looked at Wei Tu strangely.

"Hmm...who is it?"

Good heavens, Wei Tu didn't utter a single word for a long time.

So, her senior sister... doesn't remember that man at all?

This is going too far!

Although this is my baby senior sister, why do I suddenly feel a little sorry for Yuan Jiacao?

It seems like one party is deeply in love, but the most ridiculous thing is that unrequited love eventually turns out to be something the object of one's unrequited love doesn't even remember them... This is a story of being moved to tears, only to find that the other person doesn't even remember you.

Jiang Ying was still looking at Wei Tu with curious eyes.

Wei Tu took a sip of tea, feeling both amused and exasperated, and then sighed.

"It's nothing, it's nothing... I just mentioned it casually."

"Oh……"

Jiang Ying sat in front of Wei Tu, turned her head to look out the window. The clouds and blue sky outside the window looked so calm, as if there was no difference from usual.

It's not worth paying much attention to.

Anyway, life is only divided into two types: the years with him and the times without him. It seems that nothing else matters.

What's the weather like today?

What kind of wind is blowing?

Is there a sun?

Is it raining a lot?

It doesn't matter at all.

-

"Zi Pei. Tomorrow we'll be facing the Mad Blade Sect."

"kindness."

In a courtyard with the doors tightly shut.

The aloof young man with his eyes lowered was wrapping layers of white cloth around his arm, as if he wanted to cover his entire arm.

Behind him, a middle-aged blind man with his eyes closed was facing his back.

There were two younger-looking boys standing nearby, looking at Qin Zipei.

He seemed to want to say something, but didn't speak.

Until the blind man said, "I heard that the competition has been changed to a ring-like format. The battle between the two sects will be conducted in a ring-like format, which means that as long as you have the ability to fight three people, you can enter regardless of the strength of the others."

Qin Zipei nodded silently.

Looking at his bandaged arm, he then clenched his fist slightly.

He looked at the silent boy beside him who was watching him with concern, and a rare, gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, I'll go on first and not give them a chance to win a single game."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged blind man fell silent, seemingly unsure of what to say.

But his junior brother next to him said...

"Senior brother...actually, we could play, we..."

Qin Zipei shook her head. "Now is not your time, and this is not your stage to shine. You need more time. However, our Seeking Immortals Palace can't provide any other people for the time being, so you will have to work hard in the future."

The boy lowered his head in shame.

Speak softly.

"I'm sorry, senior brother... We can't help you at all, and we've even dragged you into this, making you accept those conditions..."

Qin Zipei watched as a streak of crimson flashed and disappeared from her fingertips.

He raised his head, smiled, and shook his head.

Then he walked over to the boy, squatted down, and reached out to pat his head.

She ruffled the boy's long hair.

The boy seemed to be imitating his own appearance, which didn't matter; he just hoped...

"It's alright. The Immortal Seeking Palace has been around for so many years, there has to be someone who can shoulder the responsibility. But that person won't be me, you know? Green Carp, Red Carp."

The two boys, one with a round face, was called Green Carp, and the other with a pointed face, was called Red Carp.

The previously silent red carp raised its head and looked at Qin Zipei, who was speaking gently, with red eyes.

"Senior brother... but without you, we can't do anything, so... you have to live well and stay with us, okay?"

Qin Zipei's lips moved slightly. He turned his head to look into the distance, but his eye twitched noticeably for a moment.

Then she slowly turned around and smiled at the two boys.

"Yes, I will try my best. But you must also promise me that after this, no matter what happens, you must cultivate diligently when you return. Don't follow my example; there's nothing for your senior brother to learn. Now that your senior brother is helping you through this journey, you must make me proud in the future..."

"Senior brother...we understand..."

The green carp's eyes were red, but it wouldn't let the tears fall.

The red carp with its pointed cheeks stared blankly at Qin Zipei, its eyes seemingly unfocused, yet also as if its focus was entirely on Qin Zipei.

Qin Zipei smiled as she looked at the red carp, and kept smiling as if nothing was a big deal.

When the two boys finally returned to the room.

Only Qin Zipei and the blind middle-aged man remained in the courtyard.

The blind man finally spoke.

"What you're saying is really useless. You know, their talent isn't as good as yours. Rather than having you do this kind of thing, I actually... wish they had been chosen instead."

Qin Zipei shook her head and looked at the blind man.

"Talent isn't important. I'm not as good as them in other things."

"what?"

“Your heart is pure and kind. Master, don’t you think it’s sinful to do something that destroys purity and kindness? Especially when it’s my two most beloved junior brothers.”

The blind man shook his head.

“I don’t care about these things; they’re not nearly as important as talent. You’re thinking too extremely. Doing this will only ruin you. You know you have other options.”

Qin Zipei raised her arm, looked at her open palm, and then clenched her fist.

His eyes seemed so indifferent, as if they had no emotion at all.

"Choice? Heh..."

He laughed.

"When the choice is between the three of us, it's as if there's no choice at all. I'm their senior brother, I'm Qin Zipei, and I'm one of the few Fusion Realm cultivators in the Immortal Seeking Palace. What choice do I have? Master, there's no choice to begin with. He's already seen through everything. When he made that suggestion, I knew that his target was me. No matter what you say about my talent, what good is it? Can something that can't be realized, can't be demonstrated, still be called talent? It's just self-deception."

The middle-aged blind man shook his head regretfully, sighed, and seemed somewhat remorseful.

“It shouldn’t be like this…it shouldn’t be like this…If I could give you some more time, if you could avoid getting involved in this…if…”

Qin Zipei lowered her arms.