These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"If it weren't for the sect leader's rule that no one could leave, probably most of them would have left by now."

Su Mi, however, stubbornly stared in that direction at that white-clad figure, whom she considered unmatched.

Winning or losing isn't really important... just don't get hurt.

"In this match, Wei Tu of the Yuanjian Sect will face off against Yuan Jiacao of the Luchen Sect!"

Ran Xinxue's expression remained calm.

But she could hardly contain her laughter.

Little one, let me see if you really have any tricks up your sleeve.

Lu Qingyan, who had previously appeared cold and aloof, unconsciously looked at the young man, as if there were too many twists and turns between them, and perhaps her own inner repression and grievances were also there.

But... she'll worry.

The pressure and challenges you're about to face... may be the greatest yet.

How will things develop...? Why did things turn out this way...?

Yuan Jiacao had already stood up. He had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

Look up at the sky.

Grip the sword tightly in your hand.

Jiang Ying, you need to see this clearly... Your Daoist partner should be someone worthy of you, not just someone with a pretty face.

Wei Tu... Although I have no deep-seated hatred for you, I'm sorry, but for the sake of my swordsmanship and the integrity of my sword heart, I must face you and defeat you.

Although the sect's situation is not optimistic, Li Hanyang could not suppress his excitement.

He looked at the boy beside him.

Are you starting to tremble? Don't try to be brave. You might be able to beat me by chance, but do you think you can beat Yuan Jia Cao?

It's ridiculous that you can't wake up from a beautiful dream!

She couldn't help but whisper it.

"Wei Tu, if it really comes down to it, just admit defeat. Save some face for yourself, don't embarrass yourself too much."

But to his surprise, the boy was smiling at him.

"After seeing Senior Brother Li's performance, I'm no longer afraid of losing face, because the bottom line has been laid out."

"you……!!"

Qiao Zhiheng sighed and walked over, looking at the boy who still seemed to be confused about the situation.

"Alright, stop arguing. Just go up there and play your best. Win or lose... everyone will understand."

While the words seemed gentle, the tone implied that the boy had no chance of winning.

Wei Tu neither cared nor refuted; let them think what they want.

He calmly stood up, smiled and nodded.

"Well... I'll give it a try."

They were calm and collected, without even hesitating.

He turned around, the white hem of his robe swirling before their eyes like flowing clouds, his slightly loose long hair curving into an arc.

He walked beautifully, like flowing snow, like drifting clouds. But how can beauty alone win?

"Master, master~ I saw Wei Xiaoer!"

Behind the crowd where no one was paying attention.

A voluptuous woman with a tender expression leaned lazily against a tree, a small, bright red fox perched on her shoulder.

The woman yawned and looked towards the large open space in the distance.

"Such a drag... Hurry up and finish fighting so you can come back and help your sister sort things out..." PS: It's the third update! Actually, there won't be too much fighting. I mainly wrote a lot of reactions and foreshadowing, otherwise it would feel unrealistic. Also, don't say it's filler. Free chapters don't need to be padded. I'm actually pushing the pace, but I'm afraid the overall feel will be too rushed and affect the atmosphere of the whole book. If there are no daily life or reactions in between a main plot and a main storyline, it will feel very boring and meaningless. So I'm still maintaining a pace where both the romance and the plot are progressing.

44 Who in the world is worthy of wearing white?

Wei Tu understood these people's thoughts very well.

His path to rise to power was remarkably similar to this one.

How did he, who had endured countless scornful looks and ridicule, finally rise to fame and decide the fate of the Southern Sword Prefecture with a single sword strike?

When a sword light swept across the mountains and rivers of Nan Jianzhou, the world came to know the name Wei Tu.

This is of course a thing of the past, seemingly irrelevant to the present, but alas... he is destined to walk a different path.

"He really dares to come out..."

Qin Shuangshuang couldn't help but mutter.

Su Mi, who was nervously watching the man in white beside her, couldn't help but speak up.

"Shuangshuang, do you really understand my senior brother?"

Qin Shuangshuang was stunned for a moment, "Why...why should I want to know about him?"

Su Mi's expression was somewhat serious, even as if she were about to get angry at any moment.

"Since you've never understood it, where do these prejudiced views come from?"

"No, it's not prejudice, that's what everyone says..."

"You believed it just because of other people's rumors? You didn't know anything about it yourself, so what makes you make such a judgment? Did my senior brother deserve to be seen this way by you from birth?"

Qin Shuangshuang knew the girl was genuinely angry. She really wanted to say that the boy shouldn't be subjected to such comments… but he just happened to be close to her… and he was also involved in an ambiguous relationship with another exceptionally talented girl. This was a classic case of "a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime"…

She just couldn't bring herself to say it; she could only lower her head silently and whisper.

"I'm so sorry..."

Su Mi shook his head.

His gaze became even more determined as he looked at the boy who was already standing on one side of the front yard.

"None of you understand him, and none of you want to understand him. But it doesn't matter, you'll all regret it."

Before drawing his sword, he saw Wei Tu already facing off against Yuan Jiacao.

Qiao Zhiheng seemed to be in a better mood and was no longer as gloomy as before.

Who do you think will win?

This seems like nonsense, at least to Li Hanyang who heard it.

"Is there even a question? What merit or ability does Wei Tu have to defeat Yuan Jia Cao? He's not even worthy of carrying his shoes."

Qiao Zhiheng said with a smile.

"Perhaps Junior Brother Wei has made some progress during this time?"

"Improvement? I guess only his tongue has improved. Just watch, I don't think he can last three moves!"

This was still a euphemism. In Li Hanyang's view, if Yuan Jiacao hadn't held back and had used his full power in the first sword strike, Wei Tu wouldn't have even had a chance to fight back. However, considering that the other party was visiting the Yuanjian Sect's home ground, he had to save face...

Bai Youwei listened to the conversation between the two people beside her, but she had indescribable feelings in her heart.

There was no turmoil, nor any disdain; she actually had a "let's watch the show" mentality.

This was unusual for someone like her who should be detached from worldly desires; she actually wanted to see how this young man could make Qiao Zhiheng and Li Hanyang's faces... change color.

Of course, this is all predicated on the fact that the young man in white who has already taken the stage can truly create a subversive effect that is almost a miracle in the eyes of others.

If a miracle occurs... I might not only have to think more highly of this person, but if I could bring them back to the Northern Desert...

"If you dare to come up here, you're not even a man."

Yuan Jiacao could hardly contain her inner turmoil as she looked at the handsome young man who appeared before her.

He wished he could draw his sword right now and shatter the other person's calm demeanor into pieces.

He ruined his sword heart... stole someone else's love... it seems that all these deep-seated hatreds have taken over him, but... this is only the first formal meeting between the two.

Yuan Jiacao knew this was somewhat absurd, but there were too many absurdities on the path of cultivation!

Some people might even kill someone they would never have the chance to cross paths with in this lifetime, all because of some so-called destiny.

All practitioners firmly believe in this: since it has appeared, one should not avoid it, but rather overcome it.

This is the significance of the two of them standing here at this moment.

The young man in white tilted his head slightly, watching the sun's trajectory and calculating the current time.

The wind blew her clothes up, making them bulge and the folds resembled ocean waves.

"My participation is solely due to the sect's arrangement, and it has nothing to do with whether or not my opponent is you."

"Hehe, you know me now."

Yuan Jiacao laughed.

The other person clearly already knew why they had said those words.

That's right, he should have known... This was destined from the start. When he set his sights on Jiang Ying, he should have known that some blessings were not for him to enjoy.

Wei Tu's gaze fell from the colorful clouds that intersected with the azure sky and finally settled on Yuan Jiacao.

"Of course I know you, but does it matter?"

"Of course it's not important!"

Yuan Jiacao gripped the buzzer in her hand, gazing at Wei Tu. "Of course you think none of this matters, because you're the kind of person who's favored. You have no power, no absolute devotion, but you just happen to have this kind of luck, to win her favor without having any reason to convince anyone else..."

Yuan Jiacao raised her head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "This is probably the root of my resentment and the reason why my sword heart is unstable... It's jealousy."

Wei Tu found Yuan Jiacao's sudden self-reflection somewhat amusing; not everyone can reflect on their actions in the heat of battle.

"You seem admirable for your current state, recognizing your own feelings... but ultimately it comes down to your indifference to this duel. You look down on me, thinking I'm nothing special, so you're thinking about things unrelated to the battle at this time. That's your arrogance."

Yuan Jiacao also laughed, but it was somewhat insincere, even bordering on frivolous.

"Wei Tu... why should I respect you? I am Yuan Jia Cao, why should I respect you! My arrogance stems from your incompetence, don't you understand? Do you think the whole world should defer to you? Guarantee your smooth path? If this is the will of Heaven, then today I will defy Heaven!"