These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"The purpose of putting him on the list is to let him show his true strength. If he wins, he's a good target at such a young age. If he loses, it will be very stressful... We can look forward to his progress."

"If he's determined to hide his strength, or if he simply doesn't have any strength at all, he could suffer a crushing defeat."

"If it's the former, I have a way to force him to give it his all. If it's the latter... that's fine too. I'll arrange another tiebreaker and let another young person that I'm also observing take the stage."

"Who?"

"Xuejian Peak, Su Mi".

"Why her?"

Ran Xinxue did not answer, but instead asked the other person a question.

"First of all, I dare to ask the Ancestor why Lu Qingyan or Mu Xitong are not among the candidates... They are equally young and exceptionally talented."

After a pause, a deep, resonant voice drifted over.

"Mu Xitong was born with the body of a medicinal spirit, but unfortunately, the body of a medicinal spirit is not suitable for doing great things. She does not see other people all day long because the body of a medicinal spirit simply cannot support her to do more things. She can only use rest to eliminate the burden brought by this physique."

As for Lu Qingyan… ha, I saw it years ago: while the swordsmanship of Little Iris Peak was fierce and aggressive, it was too forceful and easily broken, unable to reach the true Dao. Her master even came to me back then asking if I had any solutions. Wasn't he also a brilliant talent back then? But what happened? He too perished, unable to ascend! This is the fate of Little Iris Peak. How fast one progresses is not important; the key is to not go in the wrong direction.”

Ran Xinxue nodded.

Then he said softly.

"So what I want to tell you, Ancestor, is... Su Mi of Xuejian Peak is a naturally gifted spirit-gathering body."

As the last four words slowly appeared, it was as if a gust of wind surged through the hall, rattling the windows.

Even the snow-white strands of hair were blown into a messy state in mid-air.

"Is that really true?!"

This time, the voice was no longer deep; it carried an indescribable excitement.

Ran Xinxue revealed a slight smile.

"It's true... This disciple has verified it repeatedly and observed it carefully."

A naturally gifted body capable of gathering spiritual energy... not just once in a hundred years, but practically once in a thousand or ten thousand years.

No deliberate cultivation is needed; once the foundation is established, one can automatically absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making it extremely easy to advance in realms. It only requires reaching a specific time...

He is simply the perfect candidate.

"Hahahahaha..."

The laughter, no longer deliberately concealed, resounded throughout the entire Baoguang Hall, sounding somewhat terrifying.

"Ran Xinxue... You did a great job this time. It wasn't in vain that I appointed you as the sect leader..."

"Thank you for the compliment, Ancestor..."

Ran Xinxue lowered her head and looked at her hands.

The pristine white back of the hand was turned over, revealing a palm stained with dust. PS: Please… please stop calling a plot cliché… it's really difficult. Most plots rely on creating drama to generate interest and feeling. I'm not capable of instantly coming up with a brilliant, innovative plot for you; I can only try my best to write it meticulously, with care, and to create a compelling narrative. I'll try to use different techniques to create a unique feeling, such as plot twists or character development. Reading is reading, essentially a form of entertainment. You're not here to study, so don't approach it with a critical attitude. If you enjoy reading and find it engaging, whether a plot is cliché or not is irrelevant. Don't follow others' bad habit of finding fault with online novels and thinking they're amazing… I just hope to finish my last book without regrets. I've always been writing in different styles, trying different things in hopes of gaining recognition, and I've basically never catered to popular tastes. This might be one of the reasons for my poor performance, but I hope this attitude can continue to the end. At least I haven't given up; dying standing is not bad either.

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"Peach Blossom Spirit, why do you think... Master's breasts are so beautiful?"

The whispers took place on the second-floor windowsill of the Medicine King Pavilion.

Wei Tu, who was cleaning, was looking at the scenery upstairs when a little fire fox, who had somehow slipped in from somewhere, also lay down on the edge of the balcony.

Wei Tu, who was leaning back, suddenly heard these words and looked at the fox spirit who was shaking her head.

Who is the peach blossom spirit?

The little fox had its two black paws clinging to the fence. Interestingly, the little fox, which was entirely red, had four black legs like horseshoes.

It's a bit like wearing a pair of gloves that are completely different colors.

The little fox turned its head.

Her bright eyes stared at Wei Tu, then she abruptly turned her head away.

"The weather is so nice!"

"Boom!"

"It hurts~"

The little fox held its head with its dark paws, looking aggrieved, as if tears were about to fall.

Wei Tu glared at the fox spirit with annoyance.

"You, a vixen, are calling me a peach blossom spirit?"

The little fox muttered to itself.

"Aren't you a peach blossom spirit...? Three women have come here every few days, and they're all beautiful..."

The little fox knew that Lu Qingyan had come to see him, and he was quite moved at the time.

How could there be such a woman, who could rival her master in charm?

When Jiang Ying arrived, the little fox sighed again.

Good heavens, it's one thing that there are only three people on Xiaoyuan Peak, but for all three of them to be so good-looking is truly a curse.

When Su Mi arrived at Maple Forest, the little fox was completely... no, it was fox-stupid.

What is this if not a reincarnation of a peach blossom spirit? Where did all these high-quality human women come from?

Wei Tu leaned against the windowsill, one leg slightly bent and one hand dangling from his knee.

Gazing calmly into the distance, the boy's delicate eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"This is a common human pursuit of beauty. Shouldn't a high-quality man like me be surrounded by high-quality women? Wait... what was your first sentence again?"

Wei Tu felt as if he had missed some crucial information.

"Hey!"

The little fox nimbly leaped onto the windowsill, sitting in a perfect posture, its long, fluffy red tail swaying gently behind it.

"I must say, Master has such a great figure... those snow-white breasts, like snow dumplings, I want to take a bite..."

Wei Tu didn't actually want to be a vulgar person.

In his view, flirting is acceptable, but it must be done skillfully and in a sophisticated way, and one should not do things against the will of others to achieve one's own selfish desires.

Especially forcing those women to do things they don't want to do...

Of course, that applies to unrelated or close people, and in some cases, such rules can be disregarded.

However, at this moment, Wei Tu's gaze was out of control, looking downwards.

Then I saw a figure squatting quietly by the pool, washing some medicinal herbs.

This slender and graceful figure, voluptuous yet not at all greasy, could only belong to Mu Xitong.

From this excellent vantage point on the second floor, Wei Tu could clearly see down into the other person's exposed, fragrant chest...

Although it was only a single line, the strapless top covered up even more of her exposed skin.

But it is precisely this kind of unsettling view that makes people linger; conversely, if it is too easy to see clearly and thoroughly, it lacks a stimulating aesthetic appeal...

Wait, what am I thinking?

She is Mu Xitong, and the person in charge of the Medicine King Pavilion is an elder, who is also her senior uncle in a strict sense. How could she have such strange ideas!

Wei Tu looked at the little fire fox beside him with a righteous expression.

"We should have a healthier aesthetic approach to beautiful things."

What is an aesthetic posture?

The little fox looked at Wei Tu in confusion, only to see Wei Tu gently climb down from the windowsill, sit on the floor below the windowsill, and then hug it onto his lap.

From this position, two people can look down from the window without being easily noticed by the other.

"This is the best posture."

"...Peach Blossom Spirit, are we spying on each other?"

"Nonsense, how is this spying? This is called keeping watch, to prevent Sister Xitong from getting into danger."

“But Master has always been like this… If we’re talking about danger, I think you’re the most dangerous to Master.”

"Then you've misjudged her. My respect for Sister Xitong is as boundless as a surging river..."

"Wait, here comes an even bigger boob!"

What do you mean by having bigger breasts? Are you saying women can't have them? Is breasts all you see, you little vixen?

What a scoundrel! So despicable!

I want to see just how big it really is...

Wei Tu glanced over, then instantly looked away.

"Damn! It's her!"

"Who?"

Another set of footsteps sounded below, slowly approaching Mu Xitong, who had already stood up by the pool.

The little fox looked at Wei Tu with a puzzled expression.

"You don't recognize her? You don't know her at the Medicine King Pavilion?"

Wei Tu was surprised.

The little fox shook its head.

"There are plenty of people I don't know... just like you can't know every single fox."

"Do you see people as just like we see foxes?"

"About the same~"

At this moment, the sound of conversation could be heard below.