These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

41 You are not qualified

The disciples and elders reacted differently to the arrival of the young man.

The honest and simple-minded Gong Ziqi seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Bai Youwei and Qiao Zhiheng, however, seemed indifferent.

With one cheek swollen high, Li Hanyang's face was icy cold, his eyes full of disdain.

Wearing white clothes... trying to look cool, huh?

It'll be interesting when he gets beaten so badly he's rolling on the ground, and his white clothes turn black!

Wei Tu, dressed in white, naturally noticed their behavior, but he didn't take it to heart.

Lu Qingyan, who seemed to have become even colder and hadn't come to her senses for a long time, was right in front of him. He didn't make any special conversation with her except to greet her, and just smiled at Ran Xinxue.

Ran Xinxue was also watching him.

"You've finally arrived. I thought you'd run into some trouble, and I was even planning to have your master come to find you."

He seemed very concerned, even bringing up Lu Qingyan.

Wei Tu simply smiled and shook his head.

"Thank you for your concern, Sect Master. It's nothing, just that taking a bath took a little longer."

There was no mention of Lu Qingyan in his words, not even a mention of a master.

The cold and beautiful woman's mood, which had just begun to lift slightly, seemed to plummet back to rock bottom.

She didn't move, nor did she turn around.

He probably needed a formal title for this matter, which is why he initially claimed to be his master. But after it was over... he probably didn't even have the pretense of being merely a figurehead anymore.

Thinking back to the years he spent with this boy, how he raised and disciplined him when he was very young, taught him swordsmanship, and even as an elder and a future sword immortal, he was willing to learn to cook for him and Jiang Ying...

As these images seemed to fade into the distance, Lu Qingyan's vision blurred.

His cold figure appeared so stiff, yet inside he was so weak.

Ran Xinxue smiled and nodded. She had actually noticed the subtle change in Lu Qingyan's expression and realized that there might be a problem between the two of them. However, being cunning, she said nothing at the moment and instead smiled gently at Wei Tu.

"That's good. Prepare well. I have high expectations for your performance today, so don't let me down for choosing you to the list despite all the objections."

When Ran Xinxue saw the momentary confusion on Lu Qingyan's face as she looked at her, followed by a cold gaze, what aroused her was not fear, but excitement.

A rare excitement.

You, Lu Qingyan, aren't you a powerful and aloof fairy? Even your disciple couldn't stay and wanted to leave with me, so what else do you have to be proud of?

The white-clad youth behind him answered with a smile.

"This disciple will certainly not let down the sect leader's expectations."

These words stirred a strange feeling in Ran Xinxue's heart.

Is this kid pretending to be stupid or is he serious? Those smiling, gentle peach blossom eyes are really making me... a little itchy.

Forget it, let him think what he wants. Anyway, it'll be time to prove ourselves on the field soon. No matter how many tricks he has up his sleeve, his cunning will be useless.

Ran Xinxue nodded.

"Alright, you can sit down and rest for now. We'll begin soon."

After speaking, Ran Xinxue turned and left, seemingly about to begin presiding over this friendly and fair 'exchange conference' between Yuanjian Sect and Luchen Sect.

After Ran Xinxue left, Wei Tu looked at the woman in front of him who appeared unexpectedly thin.

Her heart softened, and she whispered.

"Master, please sit down."

Lu Qingyan's body trembled slightly, not very noticeably, and she slowly turned around to look at Wei Tu.

The moment Wei Tu looked up, her heart ached as if pierced by needles.

In that instant, his eyes looked as vulnerable and innocent as a small animal that had innocently stepped into a trap.

It was as if it was telling itself.

She's my master... she's my master, what's wrong with doing this... why do you have to treat her like this?

Wei Tu knew what the woman was probably thinking, but he couldn't say it now.

He knew that if he softened his heart now, the opportunity to change Lu Qingyan's future life might be cut short, and he couldn't give up halfway.

So Wei Tu just looked at her, but said nothing.

Lu Qingyan only snapped back to reality when she seemed to realize that she had lost her composure and had actually shown a vulnerable look in her eyes to her disciple. She immediately turned around.

"kindness."

She sat on the bamboo chair that had been prepared beforehand, in the middle of the group of elders.

Wei Tu naturally went to sit among the other four disciples who were going to take the stage.

However, it seems there are no more seats to choose from; there is only one empty seat left, between Bai Youwei and Li Hanyang.

Gong Ziqi and Qiao Zhiheng sat on the far left and right respectively.

A subtle connection.

Wei Tu didn't mind and sat down calmly and openly between the two of them.

Bai Youwei's eyes were calm, seemingly unaffected by his arrival, but Li Hanyang was different; he was like a resentful woman confined to her boudoir.

As soon as Wei Tu sat down, he immediately rolled his eyes.

"hehe."

He gave a cold laugh that seemed to have no meaning.

You were the one who started it.

Wei Tu smiled and turned his head slightly. Just then, Ran Xinxue was saying something to Chen Lang of Lu Chenzong.

"Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Li? What's wrong... why is your face swollen? Are you getting your wisdom teeth?"

Li Hanyang not only grew wisdom teeth, but now he practically wanted to grow a pair of fangs to tear Wei Tu's face apart.

He awkwardly turned his head to the side, his face stern, and snorted coldly.

"It's nothing serious, I just tripped and fell."

Wei Tu nodded.

"Oh, I see. So even those in the Fusion Realm can wrestle. Senior Brother Li is really down-to-earth."

I've never heard of "being down-to-earth" meaning this!

Li Hanyang was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Hehe... Whether I'm grounded or not is none of your concern. You should worry about yourself. The disciples of Lu Chen Sect are all like wolves and tigers, eager to make a name for themselves in our Yuan Jian Sect. They're not as soft-hearted as I am."

Attributing one's failure to one's own soft-heartedness is truly self-comforting.

Wei Tu chuckled inwardly, but maintained a composed expression.

"Thank you for reminding me, Senior Brother Li. It's true. If there were five Senior Brothers Li on the other side, our Yuanjian Sect would definitely win. But it's a bit difficult for Senior Brother Li. After all, it's not easy to defeat oneself. Oh, how about we see who falls first?"

This is intolerable!! Absolutely intolerable!!!

In a battle between two armies, you're trying to demoralize your colleagues with these despicable words, aren't you?!

Li Hanyang, almost consumed by rage, had forgotten who had provoked him first.

He was about to jump up and glare at the handsome young man who always seemed to be smiling perfectly.

"Wei Tu! You really think I can't beat you?!"

Before Wei Tu could react, Qiao Zhiheng, the most senior member of the group, immediately stood up.

"As fellow disciples, let's not fight amongst ourselves... You still have a chance to handle things in the sect's final exam. Let's talk about today's events first. Who will go first? Do you have any opponents you'd like to choose?"

Qiao Zhiheng's question hit the nail on the head; it is indeed time to make a decision.

Li Hanyang calmed down a bit.

At this moment, Gong Ziqi, who was standing on the far side, smiled honestly and said.

"You can keep that Yuanjia Grass for Senior Brother Qiao... I think Han Yang is quite suitable to fight Luo Kang. As for that female disciple... Junior Sister Bai is more suitable. After all, it's not appropriate for us grown men to fight a female disciple... By the way, Junior Brother Wei, which one do you choose?"

Gong Ziqi is the most normal in personality among them, and also the most sincere.

Therefore, none of them found the man's suggestion meaningful.

Qiao Zhiheng also felt that this was the right way.

So everyone looked at Wei Tu, who casually said...

"It depends on who's left in the last round, I'm fine with anything."

Gong Ziqi chuckled and scratched his head.

"Okay, that's settled then. Let's do our best."

At this moment, Ran Xinxue finally returned to the center, and the reins were handed over to Yuan Wei, who had the prestige and experience. Ran Xinxue simply sat lazily in the chair in the middle and quietly looked at the large open space in the center.

Until Yuan Wei spoke loudly and confidently.

"The following contest will follow the principle of stopping short of causing serious injury or death. The aim is to facilitate friendly exchanges. Now, please send out a disciple from Lu Chenzong to fight."

Everyone's attention turned to Lu Chenzong.

After a brief discussion on Lu Chenzong's side, a dashing young man stepped out.

He looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old.

"This junior is Lu Chenzong You Qianlong!"

Yuan Wei said slowly, "You can choose one as your opponent, and he cannot refuse."

You Qianlong smiled and looked at the disciples of Yuanjian Sect who were about to challenge him, then took a deep breath and said.