These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

His aura suddenly dissipated, and the seemingly non-aggressive aura of the aloof woman surged forth like a tidal wave.

It was like a huge, ferocious beast, glaring at him from mid-air, ready to crush him to his knees with just one more strike.

Thus, this outstanding disciple of Xuejian Peak, though unwilling, had no choice but to lower his head and speak in a deep voice.

"I lost!"

The scene fell silent instantly, and the onlookers dared not utter a sound.

They only saw this woman named Jiang Ying, from Xiaoyuan Peak, whose expression was very indifferent, without any extra expression, as if she were a wooden doll, and she only used three swords.

Her opponent turned pale and was sweating profusely; finally, unable to bear the humiliation, she admitted defeat.

I couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"This is Senior Sister Jiang Ying..."

"As expected of the younger generation, he is the disciple in our sect with the best chance of making it onto the Dragon Slayer Ranking..."

Some people were also captivated by the woman's stunning looks and slender figure.

"I wonder if Senior Sister Jiang Ying has someone she likes... If only I could have the chance to win the favor of a woman like Senior Sister Jiang Ying..."

"Junior brother, you can eat whatever you want, but you shouldn't have any random dreams."

"I suggest you take your sword and look at your own face."

Jiang Ying sheathed her sword and nodded calmly and indifferently.

"I appreciate your concession."

The opponent, however, couldn't utter a single word.

Jiang Ying turned around gracefully and saw the gazes of those around her.

It could be fiery, it could be astonishing, it could be greedy.

She frowned in disgust, her eyes returning to their vacant state. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed a surprisingly quiet spot.

A boy was sitting on a rock, smiling at him.

He winked at himself.

The boy's hair fluttered freely in the wind; unlike the other disciples, he was not reserved or abiding by the rules.

His unrestrained and beautiful smile was like a spring breeze, capable of touching people's hearts.

And he smiled at himself...

Jiang Ying then strode straight over.

Amidst the astonishment of the disciples, she extended her slender, fair fingers and gently touched the center of his brow, where he was still smiling.

"Is Junior Brother making fun of Senior Sister again?"

Her helpless expression, though devoid of a smile, still carried an unyielding air, yet it didn't diminish the tenderness that flowed through her eyes when she looked at herself.

If back then, someone had told you a year in advance... no, even a month in advance, that Jiang Ying liked you.

Wei Tu wouldn't believe it.

Even if... that day comes.

She stood right in front of him, and as the sword pierced his chest, Wei Tu felt not only excruciating pain, but also little affection.

Until she turns her head and says to herself with the calmest expression.

“I know you can’t do it, so let me do it. Wei Tu, you don’t know… I swore a long time ago that I would go before you, become stronger, and take care of you for the rest of my life. Look, this is my whole life.”

It wasn't until that time that Wei Tu truly understood.

Why would this woman, even after becoming one of the most powerful female sword immortals in the immortal realm, stay by his side?

Why did she never pursue the true path to immortality?

Why would she, who doesn't like drinking, get so drunk on her wedding night?

It was always me who let her down; I never acknowledged her feelings for me.

She even resorted to self-hypnosis and avoidance, pretending to be stupid as long as she didn't say anything.

Wei Tu felt her fingertips poking his forehead, but he revealed a smile of enjoyment.

He didn't care about the surprised looks from others, and just smiled at Jiang Ying in front of him.

"I am completely captivated by Senior Sister's ethereal beauty."

Jiang Ying's expression didn't change much; she still seemed indifferent.

But that finger curled up slightly, almost unnaturally.

She poked Wei Tu's forehead again.

The boy leaned back exaggeratedly, but his smile became even brighter.

"Senior sister, do it again."

Jiang Ying couldn't help but purse her red lips.

"Junior brother is so strange."

"Is there?"

"No one would make that face when someone pokes their forehead."

Yes, for example, me.

"So isn't that strange?"

"Because she's my senior, even the strangest things are to be expected."

Wei Tu said with a smile.

Jiang Ying put her hand away, carrying her sword with one hand, and looked at Wei Tu with a slightly puzzled expression.

A bit dull.

"Junior brother is lying."

There seemed to be a hint of resentment in her tone.

This was unbearable; Wei Tu felt as if the traces of resentment were melting her heart.

His smile remained the same, but his eyes were full of sincerity.

"I would never lie to my senior sister."

"Okay, let's go back to Xiaoyuan Peak."

A faint smile played between Jiang Ying's brows, but more than anything, it was a cool gentleness.

Wei Tu did not get up immediately.

Instead, they noticed the whispers coming from bystanders watching the two of them talking intimately.

He really didn't care much about other people's opinions. He was like that before his rebirth, and even more so after he was just one step away from becoming an Immortal Emperor.

But for some inexplicable reason, he couldn't control his thoughts.

Especially when she saw Jiang Ying alive and well in front of her again, she felt as if she could feel the beauty of everything growing and the grass growing and birds flying.

He reached out his hand.

Before I could even speak.

The slender woman in front of him reached out, took his hand, and gently pulled it.

The two held hands, then let go, and together turned and walked into the distance.

What remained in the eyes of the male disciples was utter envy and jealousy.

What they see as a miserable existence is the green hills in the hearts of the two who are drifting further and further apart.

"It seems my senior sister didn't come to watch my match?"

"Actually, I did see it."

"But where is my senior sister?"

Wei Tu turned his head. Jiang Ying, walking calmly beside him, wouldn't act like a little bird clinging to him, head bowed. Nor would she be as charming, cute, and vibrant as Su Mi.

She simply follows you like a shadow, standing beside you without needing to make a strong impression, but the moment you turn your head, you'll see her cold, star-like gaze fixed on you.

Even though it's cold, it's still warm.

"Because I wasn't standing in front."

"Oh, is that so? Why not stand a little further forward?"

Wei Tu asked with a smile.

Jiang Ying turned her head as if thinking, then said slowly, "Didn't you always say that seeing your senior sister would affect your practice?"

"Snapped."

Wei Tu slapped his forehead.

"Was I this naive before?"

"silly?"

Jiang Ying turned around in confusion, like a bewildered cat.

Wei Tu resisted the urge to pat Jiang Ying's head.

He shook his head and smiled easily.

"It's nothing, I just think there was something wrong with how I used to express myself."

"What's the problem?"

"It's not that my senior sister is really affecting my training."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ying raised her head slightly, her eyebrows and hair twitching gently.

“Yes.” The boy smiled and looked ahead. “Because my senior sister is so beautiful and graceful, people are too busy to practice their skills. There must be things in life that are more important than cultivation, and my senior sister is one of them.”