Inside the exquisite cave bedroom, a wave of heat and boundless spring colors suddenly filled the air.

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...

Time keeps passing by.

The sect competition was finally put on the agenda.

Since the competition format remains unchanged, the personnel to be prepared have already been determined.

The participants were the chief disciple, Ning Yue, who was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Qi Ye and Jue Ming were both at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Qingyou, who has already reached the threshold of the Nascent Soul Realm, and Zhaoxing, who is at the peak of the Golden Core Realm.

Swords and blades have no eyes; it's normal to get injured during a competition.

Therefore, each sect has two substitute slots.

Ye Feng originally didn't want to join in the fun, after all, he didn't like fighting and his cultivation level wasn't high.

But the ridiculous system issued a task.

Ye Feng was truly excited when he saw this mission.

[Task Issued - Sect Grand Competition]

[Mission Objective: Participate in and win first place in this sect competition]

[Quest Reward - Spirit Condensation Technique]

【Spirit Gathering Technique – A glimmer of cold light arrives first, followed by a spiritual ascent like a dragon. Gathering the essence of heaven and earth at the fingertips to form a spiritual light, it can be used to cultivate plant-based ingredients.】

Meeting the growth requirements of ingredients can improve their quality, turning them into something truly exceptional.

To be honest, ordinary rewards wouldn't really sway Ye Feng.

But this thing...

The system is giving us way too much!

How can I refuse?

In my past life, I was someone who pursued the ultimate in deliciousness, and in this life, I am even more so.

He also wanted to make fried rice that glowed and food that would make people's clothes explode!

Although adding polonium or other light-emitting elements to fried rice can also create glowing fried rice.

But that's clearly something most people can't afford.

Therefore, his exploration of culinary paths has never stopped.

The quality of ingredients is of paramount importance in food preparation.

The culinary world.

Some chefs aspire to a style that relies 70% on skill and 30% on ingredients.

There are also chefs who believe that seven parts of success depends on the ingredients and three parts on skill.

It's hard to say which is better or worse; it's just a matter of different personal pursuits.

Ye Feng was quite different from them.

What he wants to do is to prepare seven parts of the ingredients and use seven parts of the skill to achieve the ultimate flavor.

Therefore, it's easy to see how attractive this reward was to him.

He took out the jade slip and began to contact Shenqing Zhenjun.

No one answered.

No one answered.

No one answered...

Is this sixth senior brother still holding a grudge?

Do you believe I won't feed you anymore?!

After about fifteen minutes, the jade slip finally emitted a faint light.

After the connection was established, Shenqing Zhenjun's angry voice came through:

"What is it?! If you don't have a reasonable explanation, I'll settle the score with you today!"

?

Is my senior brother going through menopause?

It was just a message, why get so angry?

However, since he needed their help, Ye Feng had no choice but to put on a smiling face and say:

"Senior brother, I also want to go to the sect competition."

"no!"

With a roar, Shenqing Zhenjun severed the communication.

What kind of joke is this?

Are you, a mere late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, going to deliver food and warmth to others?

I'm not afraid of losing, but if something happens to you, how can I face my ancestors?

You are the hope of the entire clan!

Can't you even have a modicum of self-awareness?!

The enormous roar of Shenqing Zhenjun echoed through the jade slip.

Ye Feng's long hair was blown wildly through the air.

Ye Feng stood there dumbfounded.

Why are you so angry?

Is it menopause?

No, this time we have to use our trump card!

He then took out the jade slip and continued to patiently connect with Shenqing Zhenjun.

Once.

Twice.

Five times.

...

Half an hour later, Shenqing Zhenjun once again answered the jade slip in a bad mood.

Before Ye Feng could speak, she directly refused, saying, "Don't waste your breath on me, no means no!"

After saying that, he prepared to hang up immediately.

Fortunately, Ye Feng was a clever little devil, and immediately unleashed his ultimate move, saying:

"There's an opportunity there! It can greatly enhance the effectiveness of my food!"

Shenqing Zhenjun frowned.

How much can the effect be improved?

"Uncertain, but at least one floor high."

"You're not going to lie to me like you did with the cave incident last time, are you?"

"Is my junior brother that kind of person? I guarantee that every word he says is true!"

"An hour later, we will have a face-to-face meeting in the main hall."

After saying that, Shenqing Zhenjun cut off the jade slip communication again.

Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

At least they didn't reject me outright, which means there's still a chance.

An hour later, the two met in the main hall.

Without wasting any words, Shenqing Zhenjun directly summoned the Qiankun Creation Mirror with a flick of his finger in the void.

Then, with a serious expression, he said, "Your importance to the sect is self-evident."

The Mirror of Creation has the power to discern people's true intentions. If you tell even one lie, don't even think about participating in the competition!

Ye Feng was speechless. Was it really necessary to make such a big fuss?

Seeing his expression, Shenqing Zhenjun sighed.

"You haven't been on the mountain for long, so it's understandable that you don't know how dangerous it is."

But you should know that the cultivation world has never been a still pond.

The Grand Competition has been held 35 times so far. Of the disciples of the Wujian Sect, 27 have already perished in these competitions!

Seventeen others had their cultivation stripped and descended the mountain in despair. In such a perilous environment, how could I dare let you venture into danger?

Ye Feng was startled. Shouldn't the competition be peaceful and peaceful, with the contest only going so far as to stop at the point of no return?

Why were the casualties so high?

This basically means someone has to die every time!

"Senior brother, why is this happening? What is the mortality rate of other sects?"

Shenqing Zhenjun sneered: "27 people died! All because of my Sword Sect!"

"Ah, this..."

"When the Rose Fairy came before, did you hear how she addressed us?"

Ye Feng thought about it for a moment, and realized that his impression of it wasn't very deep.

He asked uncertainly, "I call you True Lord, Senior Brother, but I don't remember anything else."

"It's not because you don't remember, it's because she never addressed anyone else!"

Other cultivation sects, whether spiritual or demonic, generally address each other as "fellow Daoist" regardless of their cultivation level.

But they have never regarded us sword cultivators as fellow Daoists!

In their eyes, we are simply outsiders!

He paused, then continued, "The saying that those who are not of our kind must have different hearts is a common saying in the mortal world."

"Those who follow different paths cannot work together" is a saying in the spiritual practice community.

Now you know how dangerous this competition will be, right? Do you still want to go?

To be honest, Ye Feng was indeed shocked.

He never expected that the free-spirited, unrestrained, and vengeful sword immortal would be an anomaly in the entire cultivation world.

They were even targeted by other sects.

But then I thought of the Spirit Gathering Technique...

Ye Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Senior brother, this opportunity is extraordinary. If we seize it, it will surely elevate our Sword Sect to a new level. I must go!"

Shenqing Zhenjun put away the Qiankun Creation Mirror and said calmly:

"Since you have made up your mind, I will not say anything more. Take this sword for self-defense."

After speaking, he pointed his sword and a long, crimson sword flew into the hall.

The longsword hung in the air, but it kept trembling uncontrollably.

Anyone could feel the earth-shattering power emanating from the sword.