Ningyue's heartstrings were deeply touched.

He reached out and gently stroked Zhaoxing's hair, saying:

"None of us will die."

Zhaoxing could hear the confidence in Ningyue's voice; she wasn't just trying to comfort herself.

"Why is Senior Sister so confident?"

Ningyue chuckled and said, "Because of Junior Uncle."

Zhao Xing blurted out, "Junior Uncle is only in the late Foundation Establishment stage, he's just a weakling in combat!"

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

She could feel two sharp, sword-like gazes fixed on her.

I couldn't help but slap myself.

"How could we forget that Junior Uncle, that cunning man, has a special ability that he knows just because someone mentioned it?"

Ye Feng smiled coldly, adding another mark against Zhao Xing in his mind.

That brat never learns her lesson!

Hmm? This girl seems to be more than ten years older than me?

That's not the point. I'm an elder here, and I'll make you pay sooner or later!

Ningyue covered her mouth and smiled, exuding a charm that made even the most beautiful women in the imperial harem pale in comparison.

"You little brat, you never learn! Even if your junior uncle is weak, you... can't..."

Ningyue also crashed.

Ye Feng glanced at Ning Yue and added one to her list as well.

Ningyue and Zhaoxing looked at each other in bewilderment.

I couldn't resist giving Zhaoxing another big potsticker.

That brat is so talkative!

Well, now both of them have been implicated.

"What I mean is that with the meals provided by Junior Uncle these past few days, all the disciples have made great progress."

Ningyue quickly took remedial action.

Zhao Xing's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

She was blind to what was happening right under her nose.

These past few months have been a period of great change for both myself and others within the sect.

Their strength has increased by at least 20%.

Especially the two aspects of innate talent and sudden enlightenment, are like wings to a tiger for truly gifted people.

After Ningyue's reminder, Zhaoxing finally cheered up.

...

After more than ten days of trekking, the Sword Sect group finally arrived at the territory of the Guiyi Sect.

There are only 3 days left until the competition.

Xu Shan, who had become as round as a ball, and his fellow spherical crew members were reluctantly saying goodbye to Ye Feng.

Xu Shan held Ye Feng's hand and said with genuine emotion:

"Brother Ye, come visit me often in the future! Also, if I go to the Sword Sect to find you, don't turn me away unless it's a dish."

With that mercenary demeanor, who would know that he is actually a powerful figure in the Nascent Soul stage?

Ye Feng laughed and said, "Don't worry, Brother Xu, I'll be troubling you a lot in the future."

"Hey, I'll remember that. I'll come pick you up again after your competition is over!"

"Alright, alright, thank you for your trouble. The journey ahead is long, so farewell."

Xu Shan watched the group of people walk away and finally sighed.

The Sword Sect's journey is likely to be extremely dangerous.

After all, this isn't the first or second time they've been targeted.

I hope everything goes well on this trip.

After thinking it over, she touched her round belly and couldn't help but smile wryly.

The food that this young brother Ye cooked was so bad that even he could only digest it slowly.

This one couldn't stop himself from eating and ended up like a ball.

When I get back, the gang leader might not even recognize me.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xu Shan left with his burly men.

Guiyi Sect is located in the far north and is covered in snow all year round.

The world was a vast expanse of desolation, seemingly filled with an atmosphere of impending doom.

The most abundant trees here are plum trees.

Pink and white petals drifted down from time to time, adding a touch of liveliness to the somber environment.

Out of respect, the group put away their flying swords upon reaching the mountain gate and walked up the mountain.

Disciples of the Guiyi Sect lined up in two rows in front of the mountain gate to welcome participants from various sects.

As a senior figure in the sect, Jian Chen naturally wouldn't make a move.

Ningyue is undoubtedly the top choice for chief.

Holding the visiting card, Ningyue arrived at the mountain gate and said loudly:

"The Shushan Sword Sect has come to attend the meeting."

After saying that, he handed over the visiting card.

Just as the gatekeeper was about to take it, someone behind him snatched it first.

The disciple turned around, looked at the disciple, and quickly greeted him, saying, "Greetings, Senior Brother."

"Okay, you go and greet the others, I'll take care of things here."

Following the sound, a handsome and extraordinary figure emerged.

The eldest disciple of the immortal abode would naturally not be plain-looking.

His sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes go without saying.

But Ningyue frowned slightly.

She could clearly sense the disdain in this person's eyes.

Zhu Yunshan was already taller than Ningyue, and he was standing on a higher step than her.

Looking down at Ningyue, he said, "I am truly sorry, everyone from the Shushan Sword Sect. As you have arrived rather late, there are no more guest rooms available in the sect."

Ningyue, barely suppressing her anger, asked, "What does your sect mean by this? Are you telling us to find our own accommodation?"

Zhu Yunshan laughed and said, "How dare I? My sect has already chosen another auspicious site outside the mountain gate, and the houses have already been built."

Upon hearing this, Ningyue immediately raised her eyebrows and angrily said, "Is this how your Guiyi Sect treats its guests? Or are you taking advantage of the fact that there is no one else in my Shu Mountain sect?"

She was indeed very angry.

A dignified, near-first-tier sect can't even get into the Guiyi Sect's mountain gate!

That would not only be a disgrace to Ning Yue, but also to the entire Shushan Sword Sect and all its ancestors!

Zhu Yunshan had an expression on his face that looked like he had been wronged.

"How could you think of me as belonging to Guiyi Sect in this way? It is true that you all arrived too late. We can't very well kick out those who have already checked in, can we?"

His facial expression suggested he had been wronged, but his tone conveyed only a faint hostility and contempt.

Ningyue knew that the guy in front of her was targeting her.

As for the reason, everyone knows it perfectly well.

The chief disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect in the previous competition perished together with the chief disciple of the Guiyi Sect.

But that's no excuse for their rudeness!

Ning Yue said coldly, "If this is how the Guiyi Sect treats its guests, then my Sword Sect probably has no reason to participate in this competition."

Zhu Yunshan said nonchalantly, "It is your right to withdraw from the competition, of course, but you are aware of the rule that withdrawing is considered an admission of defeat, right?"

Ningyue nearly ground her silver teeth to powder.

He snorted angrily and turned to report to Elder Jian Chen.

Upon hearing Ningyue's words, the disciples were immediately filled with excitement.

"What kind of damn first-class sect is this, to do such a shameless thing."

"I'm not competing anymore! This is clearly targeting my Sword Sect!"

"Damn it! We'll fight to the death if necessary!"

Elder Jian Chen gestured with his hand, and everyone quieted down.

He closed his eyes, and his mouth began to open and close, but no sound came out.

Just as he closed his mouth, a steady voice rang out from the sky.

"True Lord Purple Flame, are you taking advantage of the fact that my Shu Mountain Sword Sect has no one to rely on?"

The sound echoed repeatedly in the sky, lingering for a long time.

Suddenly, a voice rang out inside the Guiyi Sect's mountain gate.

"Elder Jian Chen, what are you saying?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure sitting cross-legged on a purple flame lotus platform flew out of the mountain gate.

The disciples of the Guiyi Sect bowed respectfully to the figure.

After putting away the lotus platform, True Monarch Ziyan landed in front of Elder Jianchen.

Elder Jian Chen sneered, “Your sect is truly a master of hosting.”

True Monarch Ziyan smiled slightly and said, "It was indeed a coincidence. The guest rooms in the sect were already full yesterday."

How could the sword cultivators of Mount Shu tolerate such humiliation?

The sounds of swords being drawn were incessant.

The disciples' natal flying swords were all hovering above their heads.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Guiyi Sect also drew their weapons.

A major battle is about to break out.