After teaching the three clowns, Wu Er continued his tour, wandering around this little hidden gem.

He would occasionally complain about some flowers and plants, and even spontaneously composed a few poems.

Wu Er was quite satisfied with the poems he had improvised, even though they were not very good.

And they were all just doggerel...

"Really, it would be great if I had a few junior brothers around."

Wu Er finished another poem, but felt that no one was around and no one was flattering him. He was used to being flattered, so he felt uncomfortable now that no one was around.

So he said, "If Mingmu were here, he would surely appreciate my masterpiece. It's so lonely to have such good poetry but no one to appreciate it."

After saying that, he imitated the literati in those plays, waving his sleeves and making several "Eek!" sounds.

"Long...Long Aotian! We've finally found you!"

Just as Wu Er was babbling incessantly like a madman, two people nearby noticed him.

These two were none other than Han Qingxiu and Xiong Ao, who had been left behind.

"Wow!"

Wu Er naturally noticed the two of them, but he was engrossed in playing the role of a scholar and didn't pay attention to their conversation.

Shaking his robes, he exclaimed, "Hey! What brings you two here?!"

Han Qingxiu and Xiong Ao came to Wu Er's side, and both frowned when they saw Wu Er's unserious demeanor.

"What are you doing?"

Han Qingxiu looked at Wu Er with a puzzled expression, wondering why this guy was acting so unseriously during the competition. Didn't he feel nervous?

Han Qingxiu was clearly right; Wu Er really wasn't nervous at all.

It's not easy to handle at all.

Upon hearing Han Qingxiu's question, Wu Er still replied in his theatrical voice, "You rascal! I was just enjoying the scenery and composing poems!"

"Enjoy the flowers and wind? Compose poems?" Han Qingxiu covered her head with her hands and said, "We are in the midst of a grand competition, so we must be careful in everything we do, or we will be eliminated!"

Wu Er shook his head and said in a strained voice, "You don't need to belittle yourself. All the disciples of Pengshan are talented. We can easily pass through the level!"

Wu Er's words sounded strange. He himself couldn't sing opera; he just strained his voice and sang randomly. So what he said just now sounded particularly jarring.

Han Qingxiu got goosebumps all over from the sarcastic tone, shuddered, and took a breath.

She said with slight anger, "What are you saying? You've really made me tremble with anger. I'm sweating profusely in this hot weather, and my hands and feet are ice cold. You're absolutely awful!"

Ah, classic case of shivering from the cold...

Seeing that Han Qingxiu was angry, Wu Er regained his composure and understood her feelings at that moment.

Imagine encountering a lazy, incompetent teammate during a ranked match—how would you react?

Wu Er, being gentle by nature, took the initiative to comfort him, saying, "Haha, don't worry, you can win."

That's the truth, but it's not very convincing.

Xiong Ao, who wasn't good at talking, snorted and shook his head.

Han Qingxiu was even more furious and cold-blooded, and came over again. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but before she could speak, she heard a voice from the side.

"Look! There are three disciples from Pengshan here! Quickly surround them!"

Suddenly, several people appeared out of nowhere, all wearing the same Taoist robes, and they seemed to belong to the same sect.

Although the rule is that there are three people in a group, a sect may have many disciples participating, so there will naturally be many groups, and these groups will spontaneously gather together.

That's how it is in every sect. The disciples of Pengshan Sect will probably gather together too. It's just that Wu Er and his group were unlucky and didn't encounter any other Pengshan disciples.

"Do you have the jade talisman? Hand it over and we won't beat you up!"

Among the dozen or so people who jumped out, one cultivator with a late Foundation Establishment cultivation level shouted to Wu Er and the others.

Upon hearing this, Wu Er, who had a nonchalant look on his face, shook his head and said, "What? We're in a civilized cultivation world now, and you're still resorting to robbery?"

On the side, Han Qingxiu and Xiong Ao had contrasting expressions with Wu Er. Looking at the large number of people opposite them, they couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Hey, your uniforms look familiar."

Ignoring the situation, Wu Er first observed the clothes opposite him. They looked familiar; he must have seen them somewhere recently.

After a moment's thought, he remembered that he had met a cultivator named Dong Liang a few days ago.

Although Dong Liang's Taoist robes differed from those of these people in some details, they were roughly the same in style.

So Wu Er spoke up: "You are from the Chaoran Sect."

"Hmph, so you're from the Transcendent Sect, what do you want? Are you going to call your sickly sect leader to beat us up?"

Relying on their superior numbers and believing they had the victory in their grasp, one of the disciples from the Chaoran Sect made a mocking remark.

But, the Sickly Sect Leader?

A few question marks appeared on Wu Er's head.

"Sickly ghost"... Who gave him that nickname? How is it being spread?

In other words, Wu Er has a good temper. Even when someone scolded him to his face, he didn't get too angry. He just smiled kindly.

Han Qingxiu, who was tense at the time, also heard the words "Sick Ghost Sect Leader". She immediately got angry and drew the sword from her waist.

He said, "How dare they insult the sect leader! They're a bunch of madmen."

After saying this, she didn't explain anything further. She lightly raised the tip of her sword and then unleashed a sword aura towards the group of Chaoran Sect disciples.

Han Qingxiu was furious, even angrier than the person next to her who was slacking off.

She seemed to have great respect for the leader of Pengshan Sect.

But I utterly despise... Long Aotian.

The sword energy that was unleashed was extremely fast, aimed at the person who had just mocked them. That person had a sharp tongue but only average cultivation level, and was hit by the sword energy before they could react.

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